Chapter 8 — I'm in charge of my own life

will pass away.” To Van Tinh bowed her head: “120,000 yuan is too much. I just need the first year's tuition and that's enough." She gently tugged on Bui Huc Ngon's sleeve. “Let Thoi Nhat keep the rest.” Bui Huc Ngon comforted her: "In the future, you will also have dormitory fees and living expenses. We can't just look at the immediate benefits." I looked at the two of them. They divided my money so clearly and clearly. The principal passed his pen: “Thi Nhat, the school will also remember your contribution. In the future, whether judging outstanding alumni or the media will give you priority." My mother suddenly burst out laughing.

“My daughter donated 120,000 yuan, in exchange for some compliments from you guys later? This business deal is so good.”

The homeroom teacher was a bit confused: "Miss Chu, we didn't mean that."

“So what do you mean?” My mother looked at To Van Tinh. “She doesn't have money to go to college, we sympathize. Schools can organize donations, businesses can set up support funds, and Bui Huc Ngon, who feels sorry for his lover, can also pay out of his own pocket. Based on what, you keep targeting my daughter?”

To Van Tinh's body trembled.

“Auntie, I really don't force Thoi Nhat.”

“I don't force you.” My mother snapped. “You just said you wanted to quit school right when my child didn't agree.”

Tears of To Van Tinh were about to flow again. Bui Huc Ngon stood up and blocked her face.

“Auntie, the plan was proposed by me. Van Tinh always thought that Thoi Nhat had agreed.”

“So what?” I looked at To Van Tinh. “Last night before the party, did you text me?”

Her lips moved: "No."

“When you picked up the paperwork to donate 200,000 yuan, did you ask me?”

“Huc Ngon said you agreed.”

“So after I publicly denied it, why didn't you ask him? Are you that panicked? So then you posted such a long admission waiver, you didn't have time to ask?"

She was speechless. Maybe she really didn't know that Bui Huc Ngon had never discussed it with me. But the moment I publicly denied it, she already knew. Yet she still let Bui Huc Ngon continue to fight for her. Because she needs money. As for my wishes, they are not as important to her as money. The principal tapped on the desk: "Let's put the past behind us for now. Thoi Nhat, I will decide whether to accept the school's mediation plan or not." Everyone looked at me. 120,000 yuan. Sign your name. The breakfast restaurant was restored, public opinion calmed down, and 80,000 yuan was credited to the account. Do not sign. The deadline to pay university tuition is getting closer and closer, and parents continue to have to be pointed at by others. My fingernail pressed against the edge of the agreement, creating a shallow crease in the paper. My mother suddenly pressed her hand on that piece of paper.

“Go home!”

“Mom?”

“We DO NOT SIGN.” Mom pushed the agreement paper forward. "Even if I have to break pots and sell iron, it's not someone else's turn to spend money on my behalf."

The principal's face sank: "Ms. Chu, it's best for your family to think carefully. Continued escalation of public opinion will have an impact on Thoi Nhat's studies and social reputation in the future."

“Scare who?” My mother picked up her bag. "My child passed the exam with first place in the whole district, instead of selling his body."

Our family of three walked out of the office. At the top of the stairs, Bui Huc Ngon chased after him.

“Time Best."

I don't stop walking.

“Do you have to make a fuss until the end?” He grabbed the stair handrail, blocking my face. “The business has temporarily postponed the transfer, what about your university tuition? What about your store?"

“No need to worry.” I replied.

“Okay, don't worry.” Bui Huc Ngon stared at me, his voice softened. “I know you hate me now. But think carefully, 120,000 in exchange for peace for everything, is it really not worth it? Van Tinh went to university,