Chapter 2 — Great Lady Fake Weakness

In theory, Bui Do should step forward to help me at this point. But for some reason, I didn't calculate the angle very well. The corner of the table I stuck to cracked.

“Crack” sound.

The priceless milkwood table, right in front of the entire Bui family, cracked with a clear line. I fell halfway then stopped. Bui Do looked at the table. I also looked at the table. The whole room looked at the table. I shyly withdrew my hand, my voice was even softer than before: "Mr. Bui, I'm a bit dizzy." Bui Do was silent for a long time, then finally opened his mouth.

“I see.”

He paused for a moment.

“The dizzy lady looks healthy.”

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Chapter 2: Failure to enter Tieu Bach Hoa The room the Bui family arranged for me was on the second floor, the window faced south, the sunlight was beautiful, the bed was very soft, the dressing room was so large that a small-scale memorial service could be held there. I am very satisfied. If I didn't have to continue pretending to be weak, I would be even more satisfied. That Scar and A Phat were arranged by the Bui family in the annex building. Before leaving, A Phat held tightly to the door frame, looking at me worriedly:

"Eldest lady, we should just stay. What if someone comes in the middle of the night to attack you?"

The Bui family's butler stood next to him, his face twitching. I said: "This is the Bui family, no one goes out in the middle of the night like that." Ah Phat frowned: "So what do rich people do at night?" That Scar thought: "Is it secretly poisoning?" The butler's facial muscles twitched again. I quickly pushed those two people out, trying to smile as sweetly as possible: "They're joking. My family members all have a very good sense of humor." The butler nodded stiffly: "I see." After they left, the room was finally quiet. I closed the door and was just about to lie down to rest when my phone vibrated. It's my father.

“Daughter, how is the Bui family doing?”

I replied: "It's okay." My father was very cautious: "What do you mean it's okay? You didn't do anything, did you?" I thought: “Seriously speaking, no.”

“What do you mean seriously?”

“I accidentally leaned on my hand and cracked a table.”

The other end of the line was silent. A long while later, my father asked with difficulty: "What about you?"

"You haven't cracked yet."

My father breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Tables can be compensated, but people can't be compensated. Remember carefully, now you are a weak young lady, you can't act like before." I said, “I know, I'm trying.” My father said: "The direction of your efforts seems a bit wrong." Before I could object, there was a knock on the door. I hung up the phone and opened the door. Outside the door is Bui Do. He changed into a shirt to wear at home, rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and held a cup of warm water in his hand.

“I heard your health is not good.” He gave me water, "Drink some water."

I received it, feeling a bit surprised. Bui Do, this person is not like I imagined. I thought he would coldly warn me not to cause trouble, or like the famous male protagonists, stand on Bach Nguyet Quang's side and force me to apologize. But he just stood at the door, his expression pale, as if he really came to see if I had fallen to my death. I held my glass of water and decided to act a little more.

“Thank you, Mr. Bui.”

I closed my eyes and lowered my voice softly: "I was bothering you just now." Bui Do looked at me and said nothing. Being looked at by him made my hair a little creepy, I asked: "What's up?" He said: "Do you usually talk like this?" There was a "pop" in my heart. Oh well, is it revealed? I carefully asked: "Isn't it the same?" Bui Do seemed like he wanted to laugh, but couldn't hold back: "It's not like that." I'm speechless. It's so rural. He glanced at my hand: "Don't worry about the table. I'll handle it with my mother." I was a bit surprised: "Didn't you ask what happened just now?"