Chapter 4 — Don't Wait For Someone Who Doesn't Choose You

Duong Niem Nhat continued: "Thu Dao, I just want to be good for you, please take the initiative to leave, to avoid getting hurt." The stomach rolls up and down, becoming more and more painful. I couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed on the table, cold sweat pouring out like a bath. Pho Than's figure came from afar, Duong Niem Nhat raised his hand high and exaggeratedly shouted:

“Mr. Pho Than, my finger was cut by a crab shell!”

A very small scratch, it would take a lot of squeezing to get two drops of blood out. Yet Pho Than's expression was extremely serious: "I'll take you to the hospital for treatment right away!" My body's instincts made me cling to Pho Than's shirt: "I have a stomachache, take me to the hospital."

“No way!” Pho Than didn't even bother to glance at me, "Nien Niem's wound was cut by a crab shell. There is a risk of marine bacterial infection. The specialized hospital that treats it is in the east of the city, the stomach hospital I usually go to is in the west, it's not convenient."

I wanted to say something more, but Pho Than quickly removed my hand and hurriedly pulled Duong Niem Nhat away. Leave a sentence:

"Anyway, I can handle it myself, there's no rush, it's not the first time I've had a stomach ache."

The door to the room was slammed shut. I pulled out my phone, sweat blurred the corners of my eyes, not knowing where I pressed the wrong button or who to call. After the other end of the line asked for my address, they only spit out two words: "Wait for me." After hanging up, the phone rang with a notification. It's an email sending a resignation certificate with a red stamp, and a "ting" sound to indicate that the one-time compensation has been transferred to the account. I curled my lips and smiled faintly. Finally, everything is over. The moment before I fainted, I sent the last text message to Pho Than: "Let's break up." * Part 2 5 … When I opened my eyes again, what caught my eye was the hospital ceiling. The nurse looked at me with a happy expression: "Ah, you're finally awake. While you were in a coma, your boyfriend kept running around, very worried."

"It's true that only a handsome man knows how to feel sorry for his girlfriend!"

Boyfriend? I frowned slightly, isn't Pho Than next to Duong Niem Nhat? While wondering, the door of the hospital room was pushed open and a tall, muscular figure appeared. Seeing that person clearly, I was stunned: "Mr. Luc, you..." Luc Trach Xuyen walked a few quick steps, put the box of chicken soup on the table, and quickly said: "Don't move, you just finished surgery, you're still very weak." Luc Trach Xuyen is Pho Than's biggest opponent. Even though he's always wanted to entice me over the years, occasionally sending me messages, in reality, I've only seen him a few times at parties. Unexpectedly, that call for help turned out to be his number. I blushed shyly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Luc, I'm bothering you." The man smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, you're an employee of my company now, as the boss, it's normal to take care of you a little bit. It's just..." Luc Trach Xuyen's voice changed direction, carrying a few probes: "Maybe the Deputy President still doesn't know what happened to you? Do you need me to call him too, to avoid making him worry?" Although my relationship with Pho Than is not public, Luc Trach Xuyen is Pho Than's sworn enemy and has known everything for a long time, so of course he knows what's going on between us. However, Luc Trach Xuyen did not know that Pho Than and I had broken up. I looked up and smiled at him: "When I got sick, Pho Than was right next to me. I begged him to take me to the hospital. He didn't agree and instead took the company intern to the hospital." Luc Trach Xuyen paused. Then he nodded thoughtfully: "That intern... was seriously injured?"

"Probably, it's a little scratched."

... The atmosphere fell silent, Luc Trach Xuyen's eyebrows frowned tightly, then he shook his head and smiled. Extremely contemptuous smile.