Chapter 5 — Eternal Love

I immediately switched to voice-to-text mode. 【I left that day, didn't your husband tell you?】 I glanced at Trien Thanh, then sent a sticker holding a knife to Sao Vu, warning him that "honesty will be lenient, resistance will be severely punished". If not, I will "expose" that he will treat everyone to a sumptuous Western meal. A minute later, Sao Vu finished typing, but in the end chose to send a voice message. 【… Last year I was promoted and treated everyone to a meal at Ngu Nhat Square, do you remember?】 Of course I remember. That very day, while the conversation was fun, Sao Vu confessed his love to me. 【She drank a bit too much that day. When everyone left, it was just me and her left. I asked her why she refused me, she mumbled and said that she was married and couldn't have an affair. I thought she was too drunk so I found an excuse. As a result, she, in a drunken state, cried and called her husband, insisting that he come pick her up...】 Lightning struck her ears. I don't remember doing this at all!!! Should I call Trien Thanh? I'm still crying and crying??? Oh god... please destroy the world right now... My phone kept ringing with messages, making Trien Thanh curiously glance over. But I don't have the heart to pay attention to him anymore. I placed the phone face down on the sofa, neither daring to look nor wanting to look. Who knew what other embarrassing things I would do that night?! I tried to dredge up my memories, but that night I was really so drunk that I lost my memory. What is the scariest thing in life? I don't know anything!

“What's wrong with you?”

Tien Thanh looked at me confused. I was startled: "Nothing!" In my haste to pick up the phone, I accidentally pressed play on the recording. Immediately, Sao Vu's voice echoed loudly and clearly in the room: 【After that I waited for a long time but still didn't see him come. I thought I would just take her home myself, but before I could help her into the car... Her husband rushed out from the darkness, pushed me away, loudly declaring that he was her husband.】 【If he says he's your husband, then he's your husband right?! Besides, even if it's true, there's no need to push me?! But I really didn't expect... When I questioned him, her husband calmly took out his marriage certificate and showed it off, just like a police officer showing off his business card.】 【Hold up the marriage certificate?! Damn it! Who would carry a marriage certificate with them!!!】 I was stunned. I didn't expect things to turn this way! No wonder both of them avoided the topic of meeting each other that day! One person did not want to mention the failed confession in front of her official husband. And one person doesn't want to talk about his ridiculous behavior. I mechanically turned my neck and looked at Trien Thanh—who had also turned to stone at this point.

“Why do you have the free time to carry a marriage certificate???”

“Ah…?”

I was bewildered. Then suddenly he slapped his thigh and burst out laughing:

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

"TAN! TANG! BAU!"

Trien Thanh gritted his teeth and called my name.

“Present! HAHAHA!”

I laughed so much that I almost fell out of my chair.

“Don't laugh anymore!”

Trien Thanh suddenly pulled me closer. Our eyes met, our breath entwined. The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became unusual, as if some barrier between me and him had begun to melt. He opened his mouth to explain:

“I once said I lost my marriage certificate and cried so pitifully.”

The smile on my face immediately froze. But that smile appeared on Trien Thanh's face again. He squeezed my hand, his voice sincere:

“Tan Sang Au, I miss you very much. Come back to me.”

8. My mother said that she had discussed it with Trien Thanh's parents. Lunar New Year is coming, the wedding will be held in February. So, meeting my future husband's parents happened suddenly and without warning. Even though the two families have lived in the same apartment complex for more than a decade, they are very familiar with each other. But when meeting with a different identity, I still can't help but feel a little nervous. Especially Trien Thanh's mother. When she knew that Trien Thanh and I knew each other, she didn't say much, but always wanted me to have a stable job, advising me to take exams here and there all day. When I was young, I thought that was her expectation for me. I later understood—it was actually just another expression of dissatisfaction. Perhaps as a neighbor, she is a very good person. But as a mother-in-law, I am not her ideal daughter-in-law. That year, Trien Thanh had no idea how much pressure I was under. Without even knowing it, I kept rushing into the civil service exam, just to be recognized by his mother. By the time he realized, I argued with him and broke up. I also don't know what Trien Thanh has done in the past few years to change the situation. Just know that when they heard that he and I were getting married, his parents didn't say anything. Just coordinate with my parents to choose the wedding date. Because of the wedding, Trien Thanh's house became extremely bustling. Many relatives came to congratulate, including Trien Thanh's cousin. The girl smiled and looked at me:

“I already know that my future sister-in-law is definitely you!”

I asked curiously:

“Why do you think that?”

Even though she is only one year younger than me, she goes to the same high school as me and Trien Thanh. But the number of times we've met can be counted on the fingers of one hand. Furthermore, Trien Thanh and I didn't start dating until we entered college. The girl glanced at Trien Thanh with mischievous eyes, smiled and said:

“In high school, we had many people pursuing us, but no one succeeded.

Some people say he likes tall, beautiful girls. Some people say he likes to be obedient and study well. But I don't know what type of beauty he likes. Until one day, during the break between evening classes, I presented him with an apple for Christmas on behalf of my class beauty. But as soon as I arrived at his classroom door, I saw this scene— He and I walked out of the classroom holding a stack of test papers. She bowed her head, looked at the pile of questions, and asked:

'Why didn't you choose B for the first multiple choice question?'

You expressed your extreme dislike and said:

'Tan Sang Au, why are you so stupid?'

At that moment I understood... You are the beauty who has the best solution for me." I was bewildered:

“You mean… stupid beauty?”

The girl named Trien and Trien Thanh looked at each other, then burst out laughing. We continued to talk about things from high school. When I went to the bathroom, I suddenly heard someone in the guest bedroom chatting. The tone seemed dissatisfied.

“I really don't understand what Trien Thanh is thinking.

This girl doesn't even have such good family conditions The person I introduced him to.” I had no intention of eavesdropping, but the content of the conversation related to me and Trien Thanh, making me stop. Someone else asked again:

“What's wrong?”

The woman from earlier continued to say:

“Her mother once asked me if I knew any good doctors in the city.

Told her she went for a checkup and found out the problem.” Another female voice expressed curiosity:

“What's the problem? Where?”

“That's... there.”

Me: “…” Auntie, you don't need to be so vague!!! 😡

“Will it affect having children?”

“I don't know, I'm really worried.”

"And yet you still agree to let them get married?"

“Mom!”

Trien Thanh's low voice suddenly rang out, startling the two people in the room who walked out. When I returned to the living room, Trien Thanh's cousin looked at me and asked curiously:

“Why does your face look so pale?”

I shook my head, trying to act normal:

“It's nothing.”

That moment, Trien Thanh suddenly appeared right next to me. His expression was worse than mine, but his eyes were full of worry for me. He gently grabbed my hand, squeezed it gently, then told me to go back to the living room first. His cousin laughed:

“Your brother is truly my little tail.

I went to the bathroom for a while but he didn't feel secure, so I had to run after him to see what was going on. Not long after, Trien Thanh walked out of the room, followed by his mother with an unhappy look on her face. He walked straight to me, holding his hand out in front of him:

“Let's go.”

My heart suddenly trembled. Ignoring the surprised looks of everyone in the living room, I without hesitation took his hand and left together. Under the dim streetlight, I squeezed his hand, my eyes burning:

“Have you thought about it carefully?”

He didn't answer right away, but just asked me again:

“Do you remember what you said when we went to register our marriage?”

I was startled, memories rushed back— That year, graduation season. Trien Thanh and I stood in front of the civil affairs department, where marriage was registered. He turned to me and asked:

“Have you thought it through carefully?”

I tilted my head to look at him, my voice was firm but gentle:

“You know, according to the Civil Code, free marriage is always respected and absolutely protected.

It must be voluntary and equal on both sides, no one has the right to interfere.

“Tien Thanh, I don't need anyone to prove our love.

We have come this far, which means we have chosen each other.” Now, Trien Thanh tilted his head to look at me, his eyes as gentle as those years, but deeper.

“Do you still want to continue on this path with me?”

I smiled and responded to him with the same words from the past:

“You know, according to the Civil Code, free marriage is always respected and absolutely protected.

It must be voluntary and equal on both sides, no one has the right to interfere.

“Tien Thanh, I don't need anyone to prove our love.

We have come this far, which means we have chosen each other.” (Full text complete.)