Chapter 13 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

The boy made a stiff stance, his arm raised straight like an electric pole. The girl doubled over in laughter, scolding him for looking like a piece of wood. She took a deep breath, the air carrying mist and the scent of grass and flowers filled her chest, cool, as if purifying her whole being from the inside out. Her thousand-meter sky was once cheaply locked outside the door by someone else. But at this moment, she stood at an altitude of two thousand one hundred meters above sea level, looking at the most magnificent sunset in the world, inch by inch dyeing the lake surface, dyeing the snowy mountains, dyeing the whole world red. She owned the whole sky for herself. She opened her eyes, pulled out her phone and took a photo of the fiery red sky.

“Once you're here, you'll see it every day.”

Nam Chi answered in a moment.

"I took a screenshot. As an attachment to the resignation letter, I will insert this photo. If the boss asks me why I quit, I will say I'm going to look around in the afternoon."

She smiled, put the phone in her pocket, put her chin on the railing and continued to look at the clouds. The sun completely set behind the Thuong Son range, the fiery clouds gradually faded from orange-red to a dreamy pink-purple, and the distant horizon was filled with a few of the brightest stars. The shadow on the water's surface also gradually darkened, like a watercolor painting gradually fading from the water. Take root and germinate.

"Han Mo Tuyet! That inhuman whore! Taking my son's sweat and tears, she ran to this ridiculous place to take care of a strange boy! Get out of here!"

Accompanied by a deafening bang, the homestay's newly installed frosted glass door shattered. Han Mo Tuyet put down the paintbrush in her hand and coldly looked at the woman cursing outside the door with her hands on her hips. She is Tham Bach Chu's mother, Liu Que Phuong. She was wearing an expensive silk embroidered cheongsam, and around her neck was an emerald necklace that Tham Bach Chu flew to South Africa to give as a gift. This appearance covered in gold and jade created an extremely ridiculous contrast with her vulgar face at that time.

"What are you looking at! You're startled, aren't you?"

Seeing that she did not speak, Luu Que Phuong was even more overwhelmed. She pointed at the two young men with blonde hair following behind.

"Beat me! This bitch spent all the Tham family's money, just hit me and I'll take responsibility!"

“Who dares to touch it?”

Nam Chi carried a shovel full of cement and rushed out from the yard, blocking Han Mo Tuyet's face. She rolled her eyes and glared at Luu Que Phuong.

"That old woman, are you brain-damaged? Every brick and tile of this homestay is from Mo Tuyet's own money from selling the house. Your son can't spend a penny!"

“Phew!” Luu Que Phuong spat a wad of saliva onto the ground.

"That house also belongs to my son! He's a housewife, hasn't made a single penny in eight years, and is living off my son's shoulders. Now he's gone and stolen a luxury apartment house worth twenty million yuan! There's no such thing as a bargain in this world!"

Han Mo Tuyet pulled out a tissue to wipe off the paint stains on her hands, pushed past Nam Chi and walked in front of her.

"Aunt Luu, first, that house is Tham Bach Chu who voluntarily signed the renunciation agreement and transferred it to my name. Second, what have I done in the past eight years, your son is who knows best.”

Luu Que Phuong smirked.

“Voluntarily? Bach Chu has been soft-hearted since he was a child. Surely your cruel woman must have used some despicable trick to force him!”

She raised her hand to grab Han Mo Tuyet's collar. Han Mo Tuyet leaned to avoid it, making her stagger and almost fall on the broken glass.

“I hit someone! Murder! Daughter-in-law beat mother-in-law!”

Luu Que Phuong immediately sat down on the ground, clapped his hands on his thighs and began to cry bitterly.