Chapter 6 — Holding Your Hand Walking Through The Past

Behind him, Ta Dinh Van was still lying on the ground, the corners of his lips were bleeding, his face was pale but his eyes never left me. The secretary quickly called security to block my way. But Ta Dinh Van immediately raised his hand and signaled: "Let her go!" He struggled to sit up with his hands, his voice was low and hoarse, his eyes slightly red, and he softly asked: "Chu Nhu So, do you... hate me that much? Do... you still love me, that's why love turned to hate...?" I turned my head and kicked him straight in the ribs: "You and I... don't know each other!" Ta Dinh Van paused slightly, but the corners of his lips curled slightly, his eyes were deep, as if seeing through: "Your mouth is so hard... but in your heart there are definitely feelings." Tran Tieu Nhan stood next to me, looking at Ta Dinh Van from top to bottom, the corner of his lips curled into a cold smile, his words were as sharp as a knife: "It seems... in my previous life, General Director Ta hasn't been scolded enough by me, right?" Ta Dinh Van was stunned for a moment, then suddenly his eyes opened wide. He was so smart, he immediately understood —— The person who was reincarnated... was not Chu Nhu So. It's Tran Tieu Nhan. His whole body felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, a layer of vague emptiness appeared in his eyes. He finally confirmed a cruel truth: • In front of him, it was not "Lady Ta" who shared seven years of suffering and pain with him. • Not the woman who gave birth to three sons for him. • Not a person who has been patient and endured for the past half of his life. Right now, in front of him was just —— A strange “Chu Nhu Chu”. Everything he did, all his "memories" and "attachments", no longer had anything to do with her. As for me —— I just felt annoyed and annoyed by his uninvited "pursuit". Leaving the parking lot, as Tran Tieu Nhan and I walked farther away, the night wind blew into our hair and the cold air hit our skin. Behind, Ta Dinh Van still stood rooted to the spot, his eyes empty, like an abandoned soul, silently watching my back until completely out of sight. 11 That evening. Maybe because I drank too much alcohol, when I got home, I had a strange dream. In my dream, I got married. My wedding, compared to the rich, is also considered modest, but still so lavish and splendid that my parents were not invited. The groom is Ta Dinh Van. He is both handsome and rich, making many of my friends and colleagues jealous. Even Tran Tieu Nhan said: "Tieu So, you got married like this... you really got married to a good place." Honestly, I don't love him that much. But... you're handsome, you have money, you're a pretty good marriage choice. Women, always have a little fantasy for handsome men. Who knows... one day, you will love me? A fairy tale about “prince and cinderella”… why not? Furthermore, after Tran Tieu Nhan married a high school male idol, her time with me became less and less. So I thought: “Well… let's get married.” On that wedding day, Ta Dinh Van didn't seem to be in a happy mood, and even almost... arrived late. In the evening, he intended to return to the company to work overtime, but was scolded by his mother before giving up the idea. He stood in front of the wedding bed, his eyes cold, his voice deep and hoarse as if covered with a layer of mist: "You dare to borrow my mother's name... Finally achieved my goal." I looked at him intently, unable to help myself accept —— You are really handsome. But... she seems too skinny, her skin is pale, she looks like she's never been exposed to the sun. Most importantly... The brain doesn't seem to be doing very well either. Ta Dinh Van tilted his head slightly, his cold, distant eyes glanced at me indifferently, his voice was low and cold as ice: "From now on, I will give you the name and position of Mrs. Ta. But... other than that, don't wish for anything else. I will never love you." … Nervous? I glared at him, my mind full of question marks. If you don't love her, why don't you tell your mother directly? Why drag me into marriage? I rolled my eyes around, not bothering to argue, lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket, turned around and slept straight. Standing next to the bed, Ta Dinh Van was momentarily stunned by my reaction, then he also climbed into bed. Before I could calm down for a few minutes, his arms slowly wrapped around my waist. “Tonight… is our wedding night.” … I: "???" I understand the meaning, but —— You just said you don't love me, and then you ask me to give you a child? What's wrong with your brain?! His hands were restless, each movement made me so uncomfortable that I couldn't bear it. Looking at his appearance, perhaps this was the first time he did this - on the outside he still tried to keep a cold look, but in his eyes he was a little out of control. I decided to counterattack, turned around and pinned him down on the bed. After that… what happened is… difficult to describe in detail. It can only be summed up in four words: Beautiful appearance, but "unusable". When I forced him to comply, Ta Dinh Van blushed, gritted his teeth and scolded me: "Chu Nhu So, you... have no shame!" The end result —— he burst into tears. … Then he got angry, and for the next few days he didn't pay any attention to me. But unfortunately, I got pregnant. Since then, Ta Dinh Van and I have lived in the style of "respecting each other as guests". Although he was cold, he didn't make things difficult for me. Life... to be honest, quite comfortable. But others don't think so. In their eyes, I must be very miserable —— because my husband doesn't love me. As for me: "Suffering? Spending five million a month, it's very difficult." Two years later. One time, I took Tse's card to go shopping. When I passed by a high-end restaurant, I saw him being forced to drink alcohol in a private banquet room. I felt like I should help, so I walked in, smiled charmingly, and made an excuse: "My husband is getting ready to have a baby, everyone, please don't force alcohol." At that time, Nicholas Tse looked at me in shock throughout the entire process. That night... He used his body to "repay" me. Me: “……” So, I'm pregnant again for the second time. Unlike the first time, this time Ta Dinh Van treated me with special care, truly like an exemplary father preparing to welcome his child. Well... like many other fathers, he also has a "soulmate" on the outside. Tham Le Bach and he, right before my eyes, skied together, rode horses together, went on business trips together, and attended high school reunions together. I… don't mind. The first time I "accidentally" met them, I even felt... embarrassed. It feels like disturbing a couple of "noble lovers" who are on a date. So I immediately left, without looking again, without saying anything. However, Ta Dinh Van completely misunderstood. He thought... I was jealous. So he showed integrity and confidence, his tone was calm as if he was teaching: "Someone like me is here... next door I can't be the only one next to you." “You have to understand things, don't be petty.” Then he continued, with a "good-natured grandpa" look: "Le Bach was scared by you, I thought you thought she did something wrong. You shouldn't have embarrassed her like that." Okay, you apologize for me and buy her a pink diamond necklace, costing... several tens of millions. The result? This story was caught by a journalist and immediately appeared on a hot search. And of course, Ta Dinh Van said —— “I definitely called the reporter on purpose!” So, he wrote a book of hatred against me, personally combining all the crimes and placing them on my head. That day, he brought his anger back to the villa, his face as black as the bottom of the pot. For dinner, he ate like he was "fighting" with rice, each bite making a clicking sound like crushing bones. After eating, he pushed me aside to "deal with me privately". I lay there, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, with only one question left in my heart: "What? Is this revenge or punishment?" Thinking about the morality in this story, the more I think... the more confused I become: Do you believe that he was holding a nail stick... do you think it was a precious treasure? Life... I don't know when, it has become a series of days: Tasteless. Tasteless. Tired. Ta Dinh Van is both clingy and troublesome, and also has an erratic temper. All he needs is a small thing and his face turns cold immediately. Besides that... he's still the type of "old man" who doesn't know any "memes" or "trends" and talks like he's a generation apart. Another big problem: his stomach is very bad. You can't eat at sidewalk restaurants with me, and you can't eat spicy food with me. I love all the streetside grilled hot pot dishes, but he can't stand them.