Chapter 12 — It's You Don't Need Me First

Chu's mother shouted frantically.

"Guard! Quickly take it out!"

Tham Nam Chi pushed her hand away.

"Do you think I'm losing face now? So before, when you told me to drink with Ky Bach, go with him to receive guests, and go back to his old house to eat, why didn't you feel embarrassed?"

Chu Ky Bach's face was dark and scary. Tham Nam Chi looked at him, his eyes filled with hatred as if he had nothing left to lose.

"That's not enough. Do you think you're a good person? You enjoy the fact that I'm always around you, but you want to marry a Song Tri Mien sect that supports you. You're afraid that others will say you're promiscuous, so you tell everyone that I'm just your sister. Chu Ky Bach, you understand better than anyone else... I like you."

That sentence finally tore off the thin layer of paper that covered everything. Chu Ky Bach did not deny it. His silence... More deafening than an admission. I bent down to pick up the keys. My fingertips just touched the red Joy-shaped keychain... My stomach suddenly rolled violently. Over the past five years... I've found countless reasons for him. Great pressure. Don't know how to express feelings. But now I understand... It's not that he doesn't know how to express himself. He couldn't bear to refuse the admiration that Tham Nam Chi had for him. I also don't want to let go of the stability that I bring. My father walked in front of Chu Ky Bach.

"The key to the wedding house, the dowry list, the book of congratulatory money, give it all back today. Don't contact my daughter anymore."

Chu Ky Bach's voice became hoarse.

"Uncle Tong, what's going on between me and Tri Mien, please let us talk to each other."

“You have no qualifications.”

Chu Ky Bach turned to look at me.

"Tri Mien, I admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted, I shouldn't have let Nam Chi into the wedding house, and I shouldn't have taken her to the hospital today. But... I've never touched her."

Hearing that sentence... The smile on Tham Nam Chi's face stiffened. She almost screamed.

"You never touched me? So why didn't you say it when you hugged me? Why didn't you say it when you took me to the doctor in the middle of the night? Why didn't you say it when you bent down to tie my shoelaces, cooked me soup, and carried me downstairs?"

“That's not love.”

Chu Ky Bach responded very quickly. As if in a hurry to brush off all connections.

“I just find you pitiful.”

Tham Nam Chi was stunned. Ly Que Cam stood next to her, tears constantly falling. That woman traveled a long way, carrying a pot of soup to find her daughter. But what she saw... was her child's most humiliating appearance. Tham Nam Chi suddenly burst out laughing.

"Poor? I've been by your side for so many years, and in the end I can only exchange two words pitiful?"

She raised her hand and pointed at me.

"What about her? She's been waiting for you for five years. What do you see her as? A face? A decoration? Or a good daughter-in-law that you Chu family needs?"

Chu Ky Bach's breathing became disordered. His eyes looked at me pleadingly.

“Tri Mien, it's not like that.”

“So what is it?”

"I love you."

Those three words... Came too late. Like a cold bowl of rice... Brought before a starving person. Hua Duong rolled his eyes.

"You love her, so on the wedding day, let her take a taxi?"

Chu Ky Bach's face turned pale.

“I thought you would understand."

“You thought I wouldn't bear it.”

I answered him with the same words he said at the hospital. Chu Ky Bach's lips moved slightly. But couldn't utter a word. The policeman stepped forward again.

“Regarding property issues, the two sides can agree on compensation. Conflicts at the scene should not continue to escalate. Those involved are invited to come with us to register information."

As soon as he heard the two words registration, Tham Nam Chi immediately stepped back.

“I'm not going.”

The policeman frowned slightly.

“Just checking in on the situation.”

“I told you I'm not going!”

She turned and ran away. There is still broth on the floor. Her foot slipped, her whole body crashed straight into the tower of champagne glasses. The sound of broken glass echoed continuously. Instinctively, Chu Ky Bach stepped forward to help her. He just took a step... He stiffened and stopped again. Then turned his head to look at me. Tham Nam Chi fell down and sat next to a pile of broken glass. The palm of your hand rests on the exact piece of glass. Blood immediately gushed out.