Chapter 3 — From Best Friends to Strangers

In the noise of everyone's teasing. I saw Wen Tu Qing bow his head and wipe away his tears. Seeing that Tran Du Chau was a little unhappy, he still tried to endure it. Apparently I was laughing to the point of gloating. But my heart felt choked and uncomfortable, my nose was stinging.

“Next one!”

Chu Dat wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned the bottle again. The mouth of the bottle pointed at Wen Siqing. She forced a smile, a bit weakly:

“My album is nothing worth watching.”

Ha Nguyet looked at me and then at her, frowning sharply:

“Girl, if you can't play, don't come to the table, okay?”

Tran Du Chau frowned. Before he could speak, I grabbed his hand. Close to his slightly angry face, looking from the side, it looked like we were kissing.

“Puppy, I'm a little hungry, can you go order food for me?”

Tran Du Chau paused for a few seconds, then finally stood up to take the iPad to order.

“I can play.”

I know Wen Si Qing saw my interaction with you, heard her gritting her teeth. She glared at me with tears in her eyes. This was the first time tonight that she looked directly at me, with recklessness and undisguised hatred. The phone is projected onto the big screen. The first photo is a screenshot of the message. Some people like to loudly read aloud:

"Did you sleep with her? You clearly said you two were just getting married, you promised me you wouldn't touch her!"

"But at that time I only thought of you, Tinh Tinh."

3.

“I want to eat potato chips, Ms. Phuong!”

The last sound of your friend's order matches the last two words in the chat. The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became quiet for a few seconds. I finished ordering and gave it to the waiter. Put your shaking hand under the table, smile:

“What a coincidence.”

“But listen to this idea... Ms. On is like a little tam, right?”

“Phuong Tinh!”

Tran Du Chau suddenly called me. Facing my calm eyes, he forced an ugly smile:

"Phuong Tinh, don't be so harsh when talking to the little girl."

Before I could answer, On Tu Tinh suddenly raised his voice:

"I'm not a kid."

She looked at Tran Du Chau, full of stubbornness.

"My boyfriend and I were each other's first love, first kiss, first time together. It's just that his family is too stubborn and doesn't agree to let us be together, otherwise we wouldn't have broken up!"

“He and his girlfriend are just in an open relationship, his girlfriend likes him unrequitedly, his parents forced them to be together.”

The little girl poured out all her emotions and scrolled through the screen.

“The day before May 17, we even celebrated our birthday together.”

“His flight was at 11pm, but he didn't get to the airport until 9am, so he almost didn't make it on time.”

“Before leaving, he bought me flowers, we ate cake together, and we worked for a long time.”

“This is his birthday gift to me, I just looked one more time on his phone, he took a photo and gave it to me.”

It's a sparkling blue aquamarine ring. I was a bit stunned. At that time, I was also present at that auction, I also wanted that ring, but a stranger directly "lit a sky lantern" to take it away. At that time, Tran Du Chau coaxed me. Said he would buy me a nicer one. But now we are engaged. I looked at my five empty fingers. Suddenly realized. Tran Du Chau has never bought me a ring. Wen Tu Qing flashed back to the day 17, in those cursory screenshots. Although she was clearly with me, Tran Du Chau coaxed her from morning to night. Beautiful landscapes, she also has her share. Beautiful travel jewelry, Tran Du Chau wrote in the notes, saying the goods were on the way. There is also a photo of the cake. In the darkness, I saw my clothes and half of my chin. See yourself clasping your hands and closing your eyes, wishing to be with the person you like forever. At that time, he was with me and texted Wen Tu Tinh:

“This cake is very delicious, next time I will buy it for you to try.”

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4. It's disgusting. I pressed on Ha Nguyet's leg. From the moment I saw that photo. She took the bottle of wine.

“Miss Phuong, that… that is!”

“Don't rush.”

I smiled at Ha Nguyet. She was so angry that her eyes were red. Muttering curses like "you idiot, you scumbag". The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became oppressively silent.

"Is Ms. On finished speaking? Then it's the next turn."

I calmly turned the bottle of wine back on the table.

“I choose April 2, 2025.”

“Do you want to play together?”

For the first time tonight, Tran Du Chau lost his temper, he suddenly hugged my shoulder.

“Wife, I have a bit of a headache.”

"I suddenly remembered that I have to take antibiotics tonight, so I can't drink alcohol."

“Can we go to the hospital?”

I gradually removed his hand and smiled:

“No.”

I turned on the phone first. What catches your eye is the pale white wall of the hospital room. This is a photo to note after an abortion. It's a note of the doctor's instructions. It's a chat I sent to my mother. 【The doctor said I might not have any more children in the future.】 【Mom, the person who caused the accident hasn't been found yet.】 【Marriage registration... postpone it for now.】