Chapter 3 — Go home

Mr. Dao took out my transcript from my old school and said in surprise: "Han Han, your previous achievements were very good!" Mrs. Dao proudly raised her head: "Of course, I don't care whose daughter she is." Mr. Dao smiled fondly, reached out to scoop soup for Mrs. Dao, and spoke in a soft voice: "Han Han, we have seen a few schools, want to hear your own opinion." Mrs. Dao stopped her chopsticks and said a little worriedly: "Baby Han, you don't need any pressure. We don't need you to compete for first place in any class, we just hope you can go and make new friends. Of course, the premise of all of this is your wish. If you want to go, we will go. If you feel unprepared, we will stay at home with you for a while longer." I looked at them, my eye sockets heating up a bit. Before, in the Tran family, going to school was a cruel screening for me. Mr. Tran is an excellent student and is always proud that he came from a poor background and became a talented person. After taking me to the Tran family's house, he checked my homework almost every day. My daily schedule is packed, tutors come to my house non-stop. There were several times when I studied until my nose bled and I didn't dare stop. The tutor really couldn't stand it, so he begged for my help. "The child is not a learning machine. With such intensity of learning, even adults can't stand it, we should still let the child rest for a bit." "What's the rest?" Mr. Tran frowned during the video call and said impatiently: "His foundation is already too much behind his peers. If he doesn't take the time to catch up now, will he be a rice worm for nothing in the future? Keep studying!" Not long after, that teacher was fired. I took a deep breath, accepted the bowl of soup Mr. Dao gave me, looked into their gentle eyes. "I want to go to school." I said softly. “So good!” Mrs. Dao excitedly hugged me, as if she wanted to convey this joy to me without holding anything back. Mr. Dao also smiled. His generous hand gently covered the top of my head, stroking my hair: "Okay, then we'll go choose a school later." There are no lengthy conditions, no threats of "if you don't get first place in the exam, dinner will be canceled", and no heavy expectations of "must have excellent scores". This admission is so gentle that I can safely swallow the food in my mouth. 08 The matter of going to school has been decided. Mrs. Tran sent an invitation to Dao's family. She was about to celebrate her birthday. "Is she the Queen of England? Why does she have to make such a fuss every year on her birthday?" Mrs. Dao frowned, muttered while giving the invitation back to Trieu's mother. "That's right, Mrs. Tran's birthday gives everyone a headache." Trieu's mother laughed helplessly. She and Aunt Luu of the Tran family were compatriots, and often heard Aunt Luu complaining about the Tran family. In the Tran family, Mrs. Tran's birthday is the most important thing. Previously, for that birthday party, I had to start preparing a month in advance, memorize long wishes, practice the piano even more diligently, and even my gait was strictly corrected. But now, when I look at that invitation card, I just feel like it happened in a past life. "Baby Han?" Mrs. Dao's voice interrupted my memories. She worriedly touched my forehead and said softly: "Are you uncomfortable?" I shook my head, looked into her concerned eyes, and calmly said: "I'm fine, don't worry." Mrs. Dao breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly said: "The Tran family's birthday party, if you don't want to go, we will refuse. Anyway, this type of situation is not interesting at all." "You can go, it's okay." I said. Mrs. Dao was a bit surprised. "At Mrs. Tran's birthday party, every year we invite businessmen who have close business interactions with Mr. Tran. This is also an opportunity to expand business for our Dao family." I

She smiled and gave the answer. Mrs. Dao didn't seem to expect me to answer like that. The worry in her eyes gradually turned into a happy smile. "Han Han, you understand so well." She reached out to hug me, her voice carrying a bit of lazy arrogance: "You don't need to think so much about the Dao family. The Tran family is just a contractor for a very small part of the Dao family's business. Even if we break up, there will be no loss. You are my daughter, no matter where you are, no one will let you suffer resentment." A few days later, Ms. Tran's birthday party took place on time. To show off their resources, the Tran family deliberately chose a location in the most luxurious private manor. I followed Mrs. Dao into the hall, looked at the dazzling crystal chandelier, couldn't help but inhale a cold breath. "Don't admire, this is my manor." Mrs. Dao leaned over to my ear, smiling and whispering to me. I was shocked by the strength of the Dao family. I stood still and looked around, still showing an expression of disbelief. "Our family is really... humble." Mrs. Dao listened to me and playfully made a "shut up" gesture. Mrs. Tran is still the same as before, wearing a gorgeous high-class gown, her face full of smiles rotating in the crowd.09 “Mrs. Dao, you can really come to make our house so radiant!” Mrs. Tran stepped forward, enthusiastically held Mrs. Dao's hand, then her eyes fell on me, pretending to be surprised and covering her mouth.