Chapter 4 — Your Exception

Luc Trach Ngon finally couldn't sit still anymore, his expression was extremely serious and cold, his normally gentle face like jade completely disappeared. "Let me be clear, recently there have been a lot of rumors about me and assistant teacher On." "I hope the rumors stop with the wise, assistant teacher On is my mother's student, also considered my half-sister, I have a fiancee, and the wedding will be held in a month." The class that was already chirping immediately immediately. It was quiet, everyone opened their mouths and looked at each other. Someone was the first to raise a question. "Professor Luc, if teaching assistant On is not your girlfriend, then why are the two of you's actions normally so intimate?" Luc Trach Ngon frowned, as if not understanding why someone would ask this question. "Intimate?" "I think not, I have a fiancee, for On Le I'm just accepting my mother's request to take care of her a little more." Female students below laughed in turn. Finally, a few people who weren't in the Literature department boldly spoke up. "But Professor Luc, you never made it clear about the pairings between you and tutor Wen on the school's intranet?" "Besides, we all know that you don't treat tutor Wen normally." "Being a younger sister? Can a younger sister tie your tie in front of everyone and feed you breakfast?" Many people below laughed out loud. Silently give her a thumbs up. Luc Trach Ngon's face was ugly. Because in his eyes, none of this is too much, it's just a brother's tolerance towards his sister. But why do these students understand this? Luc Trach Ngon's breathing deepened and his face became gloomy, causing the student to gradually calm down, not daring to say more. This lesson made Luc Trach Ngon's anger boil. Just want to end it quickly. The student's eyes looked at him so strangely, like looking at an unfaithful man, he clearly hadn't done anything. Unfaithful... Luc Trach Ngon pursed his thin lips, equally disdainful of this kind of behavior. But someone who understands things like Lam Tri Du will definitely not think like that. Luc Trach Ngon thinks so. The phone rang again urgently on the podium. He picked it up to see, it was more than ten consecutive text messages from his mother. "Trach Ngon, have you seen Lam Tri Du's circle of friends? What's wrong with you two? Why did she cancel the engagement?"6 When Luc Trach Ngon saw this message, he was stunned. Cancel the engagement? Lam Tri Du? How is that possible? Last night the two of them were discussing wedding dress styles. But his fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly, filled with panic and insecurity, he clicked on Lam Tri Du's friends circle. Very empty. There was only one news of an annulment pinned to the top. "I apologize to all my friends and family who have received the wedding invitations from me and Luc Trach Ngon." "We have annulled the engagement, the wedding is cancelled." "Wishing you a good future." That's it... Dong
Prince Luc Trach Ngon trembled. He looked at the three short sentences for five minutes, wishing he could see through a hole. The students below saw him like that, looking at each other in incomprehension. "What's wrong with Professor Luc? Why does he look like he's seen a ghost? Like he's been hit hard?" "Who knows, anyway, if it wasn't for the credit, I wouldn't have come to his class, a hypocrite, huh..." Speaking. The youngest professor in the Literature department on the podium suddenly rushed out the door before everyone's eyes. Leaving behind a bewildered group of students. News that he skipped class also exploded on the school's intranet. Everyone competed to guess, until a classmate said. "No need to guess anymore, my sister is a close friend of Professor Luc's fiancee, who this morning publicly annulled the engagement in their circle of friends." Suddenly, public opinion erupted. At the same time, Luc Trach Ngon ran like crazy and called Lam Tri Du. After three beeping, beeping sounds, what was always received was a cold, mechanical voice. No matter how rough Luc Trach Ngon's nerves were, he realized at this moment that something was wrong. He texted Lam Tri Du frantically. "What do you mean by your circle of friends? Tri Du, should you give me an explanation?" "What happened to you? If I did something wrong, you should at least tell me!" "I'm almost home, let's talk properly." The Maybach sped away like an arrow leaving the bowstring. All along the way. The sweat on Luc Trach Ngon's palms wet the steering wheel, and his heart rate became more and more unbalanced. Finally rushing home, after unlocking it, he pulled the door open. I saw Lam Tri Du's key quietly lying there on the mysterious cabinet in front of the door. His mind made a buzzing sound. He rushed into the bedroom. "Tri Du! Tri Du, we..." The voice suddenly stopped. Nobody. And Luc Trach Ngon finally discovered that something was wrong with the room, it was empty... His eyes successively glanced at the dressing table, the bathroom, and the dressing room. The more I looked, the more shocked my heart became. Where are Lam Tri Du's things? Why isn't there anything left?