Chapter 2 — Hidden Mission: Take Me Back to Be My Wife

The opponent stood still for a long time without moving. Afraid he would misunderstand, I quickly waved my hand and explained: "Don't worry, I'm not that type of person. I just... just wanted to meet you and talk for a bit." The more you speak, the lower your voice becomes. "There are other things, unless... you volunteer..." The man suddenly took a step forward and bent down close to me. In that moment, his shadow covered my entire body. Compared to his tall, sturdy body, I look like a small doll that only needs to be gently squeezed to break. I instinctively held my breath. Seeing that, the corner of his lips curled up in a short smile. In that moment, the ice melted, revealing the deep lake below - both dangerous and captivating. A low, hoarse voice seemed magnetic, penetrating my ears: "I'm not worried. I'm just afraid... you should be more worried about what I'll do to you." Having finished speaking, he turned around and calmly walked towards the hotel. Just leaving me standing in the middle of the street. After a long while, I said "ah!!!" loudly, clutching her hot cheeks like they were about to burn. Just now... I was criticized for "flirting", right? Is this the professional power of male models? It's really scary!!! 3. On the big bed in the hotel. Uyen So and I sat neatly next to each other, the atmosphere was... strangely heavy. To break the ice, I blurted out a story to ask. “Why do you do this job?” “I don't know how to do another job.” Immediately, a familiar scenario appeared in my mind: a poor teenager, leaving school early, unemployed, eventually falling into the path of pouring wine and selling art... I tried to be kind and comforting: "Doing this job is good, it has a rich history, don't be self-conscious." Uyen So didn't seem to like talking about her career, frowning. “Let's get straight to the point. What do you want to do?” What? Go right in like that? Isn't that a bit fast?! I blushed, twisted my fingers together, hesitantly: "Y-yes... so can I do something boom boom boom?" He frowned even deeper: "Should I blow you?" Huh? But not… is that so? I asked again in bewilderment: "So... shall I make you up?" "Impossible." “So can I… can I touch… your, um, gun?” "Impossible." “Just take a look?” "Are not." “Then let me feel... just your chest muscles. Are you sure it's okay?” “Absolutely not!!” Uyen So suddenly shouted loudly, startling me. I looked at him in bewilderment - the man had just backed away a bit, his ears... started to turn red. Why are you so tense? I asked him a few more "adult" questions before, but he didn't react much, and now he's already ruffling his feathers just by touching his chest muscles? Or... are his chest muscles his sensitive spot?! Thinking of this, I decided to ask directly and clearly: "Are you the type... to sell your art and not your body?" The other man also thought for a moment, then nodded: "Yes." A man of integrity and steadfastness is rare. Looks like tonight I'll just cover myself with a blanket and talk about my feelings. I yawned dejectedly: "Okay, then I'll go take a shower, you can go ahead." The other person still sat still like a statue, appearing not to care much. Waiting for me to come out of the shower, wearing only a towel - I immediately saw Uyen So sitting at the head of the bed, holding... my phone and flipping it back and forth! “Hey!! Do you have any professional ethics?!” I was so angry that I rushed forward snatched the phone back. But this man has long legs and long arms, and if he lifts his hand slightly, I can't reach him even if I stand on tiptoe. But what does that position look like - like I'm jumping into his lap, touching and rubbing... Several times I almost buried my face in that tight chest muscle. Uyen So pursed her lips, suddenly grabbed my wrist, pressed me down on the bed, and stopped my movements. His voice was hoarse, as if trying to suppress something: "Are you the one who hired me?" I was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly understood. It turns out he was watching the chat between me and himself. Did you think before that... someone else would hire a male model for me?! Well, what happens if a woman chooses a male model herself? Feudal times passed away a long time ago, right? What an old-fashioned leftover from the previous dynasty! I glared at him angrily: "Yes! I ordered it! What? Is there a problem?!" The hand holding my wrist suddenly relaxed slightly. Uyen So frowned, her eyes as sharp as a knife glanced at me for a few seconds - her eyes also showed an "angry but unable to speak" look, as if she was very sorry for my life. He lowered his voice and sternly reprimanded: "You're so young, why are you thinking so foolishly?!" I was scolded until I froze. It took me a long time to regain my composure, but the more I thought about it, the angrier I became: I guessed right! This guy is truly a conservative feudal uncle!!! 4. “I do not accept this application.” The man coldly said a word, then let go of my hand. I watched in bewilderment as he turned around and walked out of the room. What… What does this mean? Could it be that... criticize me?! A male model still dares to be picky about customers? The order is reversed! I have to go on the app and give him a 500 word 1 star rating! Angry, I jumped up from the bed. Quickly dressed, chased out, loudly threatening: "If you don't do it, someone else will! Wait, I'll order ten other people who are more beautiful!" The figure in front suddenly stopped. The man turned his head, his eyes... strangely complicated. “I don't agree, are you going to buy someone else?” He took a few long strides and stood right in front of me. The voice was almost heartbreaking: "Can't you think positively? Can you give up those thoughts? Must... be like that?" Huh? Why can't I have some ordinary thoughts? It's okay for men to have their needs, but not for women? I was about to clearly outline each argument, when— Suddenly, an annoyingly familiar voice rang out behind me: Someone smiled and called out to me: "Bach Linh San, what are you doing here?" I frowned and turned my head. Sure enough, it was that face - it was beautiful, but it made me hate it so much: the name of my ex-boyfriend - Cam Hong Tan. He was wearing a silk nightgown loosely, with a loosely tied belt, a row of red hickeys extending from his neck down to his collarbone. There were a few faint scratches on the chest showing through the thin fabric. Just look and you'll know how to roll out of someone's bed. It just happened not long ago: I discovered that he often sneaks out to make noise. Caught cheating first hand, right on the hotel bed. At that time, Cam Hong Tan calmly zipped up his trousers, leaned against the headboard, lit a cigar, leisurely exhaled a perfect circle of smoke, and responded to my angry question with one sentence: "Just playing, don't worry." He even reached out to pull me back, his voice almost gentle: "You are my friend My only official girl.” That sentence was like a bucket of ice water thrown straight into the fire burning in my heart. At that moment, I suddenly... calmed down. Although Cam Hong Tan has a human-like face, his inner thinking is more different from mine than between a human and a dog. Humans and dogs cannot talk. It's not worth arguing. I avoided the hand he was about to reach, withdrew my hand, and then gave him a sharp slap on the ear. “Now it's no longer an official girlfriend.” When I left, I saw him still standing there stunned. The cigar, still burning at the tip of his finger, fell to the carpet, leaving an irreparable scorch mark. … I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the disgusting memories rushing back to my head. Yet the rabid dog opposite still kept barking. Cam Hong Tan observed me, rubbing his chin with interest: "Could it be that you came here to check on me?" "Last time, you even tried to pretend to break up, now you regret it?" He chuckled softly, his voice full of teasing: "What a hard mouth but soft heart." … Oh my God! If I am guilty, then please punish me, not torture me like this! I was so nauseous that I vomited. But think again — why was I the only one subjected to torture? I glanced left and right, conveniently pulled Uyen So to my side, wrapped my arms around him intimately, and smiled brightly: "You talk carefully, my boyfriend will be angry if he hears." Cam Hong Tan is an extremely conceited man. He always thought that I - the little girlfriend who was forever attached and never forgotten - would not survive after being dumped. Now hearing me say I have a new lover is like getting a slap in the face. Sure enough, his face stiffened. A moment later, he forced a malicious smile: “Really? Then he should call me senior. Either way, it's playing with all the junk I got rid of.” …!!