Chapter 2 — Fake Fiance Committed His Love To Thien Kim, I Let Them Be Honest

The third story... The Tham family had thirty-seven lives, no one survived. I put the letter on the table.

“Thanh Hoa.”

“Miss?”

“Go get the jar of peach blossom wine that has been stored in the warehouse for many years.”

“It's so late, do you want a drink?”

“I didn't drink it.”

I look at the moonlight outside the window.

"Bring it to Young Master Co tomorrow. Let's just say I prepared it and tell him and Miss So to reward him well."

Thanh Hoa was stunned. She doesn't know what happened between Co Dien Chi and So Dao. I don't know about my previous life either. She just felt that my words sounded strange.

“Miss, which Miss So is this?”

“You just keep doing it.”

I don't explain. There are some things that are even more troublesome to explain. After Thanh Hoa left, I took out a small porcelain vase from under my pillow. This vase is what my mother left me in my previous life. People once said that women living in this world should still prepare some things to protect themselves. There is no poison in the bottle. It's an enema. If used in large quantities, it can cause people to vomit and have diarrhea for three days and three nights, losing face to the bone. If you use less, at most you'll just have a stomach ache. I will take the entire jar and pour it into the peach blossom jar. In their previous life, they performed a cruel scene. In this life, I will help them act a little more beautifully. Early the next morning, I went to pay my respects to my mother. Miss Chu was sitting in the main hall looking at books. When she saw me walk in, she waved for me to sit down.

“Chieu Ninh, the Co family just sent over the bride price list, please take a look.”

I received the list and glanced at it. In my previous life, when I looked at this list, I felt that each item showed that the Co family was very sincere. Looking back now, it was all money advanced by the Tham family, going around a circle and then coming back. The old family originally had nothing. Co Dien Chi's father passed away early, and his mother had to rely on the help of her clan to survive. He can read books, can participate in exams, can wear proper clothes to go out to socialize, all thanks to the Tham family. My father, Tham Hoai Vien, saw him as a "talented young man" and planned to get married early on, and even raised him as half a son. Six years of tuition. Six years of pen, ink and paper. Six years of dress spending. How much money the Tham family had thrown at him, he understood better than anyone else in his heart. But he still wrote that sentence:

"The Shen family is nothing more than a stepping stone on my path to academic examination."

“Mother.”

“Let's put the matter of bride price aside for now.”

Chu Thi raised her head and looked at me:

“I want to watch it a little longer.”

"Look at what? You've been looking for six years, haven't you seen enough?"

Chu smiled and shook her head, thinking I was embarrassed. I don't answer. There are some things that cannot be said now. Talking too early, without evidence, mother won't believe it. It's too late, there's no time left. We have to wait. Wait until tonight. Leaving my mother's room, I went around to the backyard. The Tham family's backyard is connected to a small alley, at the end of which is the side door of the So family. In my previous life, I did not know this path. It wasn't until after his death that I realized that every time Co Dien Chi came to the Tham family, he would follow this alley to the So family. So Dao's close maid, Bich Dao, sends a letter every three days under the old holly tree at the beginning of the alley. Co Dien Chi's little guy will come pick it up. The two sides passed letters back and forth for two years, yet not a single person from up or down the Tham family discovered it. Because no one goes that direction. The backyard was full of junk, and the servants felt that the place was unlucky, so they avoided going the other way on weekdays. I stood at the beginning of the alley, looking up at that old tree. Right under the tree there is a very small, extremely discreet rock crevice. I squatted down, put my hand into the crack of the rock and tried to find it. Sure enough, there was a letter. It's So Dao's handwriting.

"Brother Dien Chi, tomorrow night at Dau time, I will wait for you at Dong Suong. Bich Dao will guard outside the door. My mother's side has already tried to send you away, you can just go in from the side door."

Below is another line of small text:

"The wine has been prepared. You just need to come, let me arrange the rest."