Chapter 2 — Late Love You

“But you never opened the car door for me.” I finally couldn't control my emotions. I've known about his cold personality for a long time. Before, I always consoled myself that he didn't know how to care, but now that excuse has been destroyed by a photo.

"Hua Ninh Chi, can you stop causing unreasonable trouble! Every time there is no driver to open the door for you? Why do you need me? The press craves fame regardless of tricks, don't you know?"

Yes, I know. Since the day I married Pho Canh Tham, the press has defamed me countless times. The free and liberal personality that I was once proud of was called "arrogant and uneducated". I studied oil painting for 5 years and was considered "talentless and useless", not worthy of being a famous scholar. But this time is different, this is a photo I saw with my own eyes.

“Do you like Luu Kha Y?”

“You think too much, you're too fake.” Pho Canh Tham spoke in a calm voice, without a single wave in his eyes.

He opened the bag of documents to check his belongings: "If you have too much free time at home, I'll tell someone to sign up for a few more aptitude classes for you, so you don't have to think too hard. I don't like being questioned by my wife when I'm bright and bright." His words were so cold, as if he were treating a doll that didn't need independent thinking. I smiled: "Remember what your friend once said, you like girls who are pure, lovely, and non-aggressive. Luu Kha Y is exactly that type of person." And I don't. On the wedding night, I heard with my own ears the rich young men who were close friends with him talking. They said I looked flirtatious, like a poisonous rose, and Pho Canh Tham liked the lily orchids in the valley. They told me I didn't even know how to cook. Pho Canh Tham married me just like marrying a flashy decoration with a low price. Pho Canh Tham finally stopped and looked at me impatiently: "Is that enough? I said I have to go to a meeting, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense!"

“Yes, I won't say anymore.” I looked at dozens of missed calls on my phone, all from newspaper offices. "But I will accept the interview and say that Liu Ke Yi, as a public figure, should not keep too close a distance with a married man like you. She has crossed the line."

Pho Canh Tham's eyes suddenly turned cold and sharper than usual. It felt like I was looking at a criminal.

"What are you doing! People take forever to rise, their career is developing well, you say that will ruin their reputation!"

His eyes were filled with anger, looking at him made me feel cold in my heart. This was the first time after a year of marriage that Pho Canh Tham had such strong emotional fluctuations in front of me. For me, but not for me. I stood up, my nails digging into my palms.

“After I married you, defamatory words about you flew everywhere.”

“I was scolded for being scheming, scolded for being flirtatious and cunning.”

"I was told by everyone that I was just a cover and not worthy of you. Have you ever worried about my reputation?!"

Except for Linh Linh, no one knows that I have liked Pho Canh Tham for 5 years. That year, I secretly went out with Linh Linh to a bar to hang out. Because of his outstanding appearance, he was followed by several hoodlums. The bar manager, afraid of causing trouble, quickly chased us away. They separated Linh Linh and me, intending to play tricks on me in the dark alley squid. The moment I closed my eyes in despair, a pitiful scream rang in my ears. A few black-shirted bodyguards defeated all the thugs. That was the first time I met Pho Canh Tham. He stood in the dark, with deep handsome features, wearing a suit without a single wrinkle, his whole body emitting a cold breath. He spoke, his voice cold as the February wind, but surprisingly gentle: "Tie it up and take it to the police station."