Chapter 4 — It's Too Late to Kneel Down

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled: "Why do you bring this up to my mother?" After speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at me. It's like I'm waiting for an explanation, and it's like giving me a chance to admit my mistake. When people run out of words, they will literally laugh out loud. I laughed: "Do you think I'm going to tell your mother?" Chu Tung Dan shook his head and sighed, showing an extremely disappointed expression:

"When you first got married, you weren't like this. Now, Miss's temper is becoming more and more evident."

“For a female secretary who doesn't have any power or status, she has to be so meticulous and jealous, completely lacking in the gentleness and tolerance that a wife should have.”

"So how can I bear the title of Lady of the Chu family?"

Really interesting. I raised my eyes and said word by word:

“Please understand clearly, I do not need to have my husband's last name to be your wife of the Chu family.”

“My family name is Do, I am the only daughter of the Do family, the only heir with a voice.”

“Out there, who wouldn't respectfully call me 'Boss Do'?”

“And what do you think?”

"You're just a son-in-law of the Do family, but you still dare to teach me about life?"

Chu Tung Dan didn't expect me to be so rude. For a moment, he didn't know how to refute. Finally, he used a defiant but firm tone to say:

"Anyway, you shouldn't make a fuss about this with adults. You're clearly trying to cause trouble by doing so."

I stared at him with interested eyes: "Now are you angry because your mother interfered in company matters, feeling that the General Director's authority is being challenged? Or are you sad because your little secretary was fired?" Chu Tung Dan's temples faintly showed blue veins: "It seems you still don't know where you went wrong." I walked up, through the lingering cigarette smoke: "What's wrong is that in the past, among so many candidates, I chose to marry you, giving you the illusion of not knowing how many pounds I weigh." His thin lips holding a cigarette suddenly tightened, and a cigarette butt fell and landed on the toe of his shoe. I reached out and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, threw it haphazardly on the ground, and then ruthlessly crushed it with the tip of my high heel shoe.

“I don't like to smell cigarette smoke.”

"And I don't like the type of man who has passed on to someone else."

That night we argued and no one gave in, eventually ending in disagreement. 5 A few days later, Mrs. Chu called and asked with concern: "Tieu Vu, are you and Tung Dan arguing?" I said frankly: “Yes.” The other end of the line was silent for a moment, with a thoughtful tone: "Tieu Vu, don't be angry yet. I've already sent someone to investigate. Tung Dan and that secretary really haven't committed any real acts at all." Realistic properties. These four words are used skillfully. Mrs. Chu was really very good to me, gifts on holidays, thoughtful phone calls on weekdays, every time she came home she told the kitchen to make my favorite dishes in advance... These feelings seemed very sincere. But now it seems that when the real problem appears, her first priority is not to look objectively, but to choose a way to cover for her son. Seeing that I didn't say anything, the old lady sighed, her voice carrying A little sad and profound:

"Tieu Vu, I'm the one who goes first, I can't help but give you a few words of advice."

"Actually, it's very normal for men to make mistakes. Look at Tung Dan's father, when he was young, didn't he also flirt around the world, raising a few illegitimate children? But in the end, what happens? Isn't this position as head of the house still firmly held by the mother?"