Chapter 6 — Laying a Love Trap for the Beijing Heir

18

Tieu Ky ordered a unique wedding ring for me. He wanted to give me a surprise. But this time, I wasn't at home waiting for him. On the surveillance screen, Tieu Ky was dumbfounded when he received the news that I was kidnapped by Trieu Can. He seemed to fall straight from heaven to hell. Trieu Can threw his phone aside and used a knife to lift my chin.

“Beautiful girl, tell me, can Tieu Ky collect 50 million?”

“Or, is he willing to risk both his fortune and his life to save you?”

I crouched in the corner, trembling. Trieu Can's eyes flashed with madness. He slowly curled his lips and smiled: "It's okay, if he doesn't want to, I'll kill you, which will be enough to make his life uneasy."

"Tieu Truong Bach killed my mother, Tieu Ky made me lose everything, so I have nothing left to lose. I live only for revenge, I will kill him!"

I tried to negotiate with him.

“Tieu Ky will not come.”

“To him, I'm just a gold-digging girl. It's okay to play around, but when it comes to benefits, he won't care about me.”

Trieu Can laughed coldly: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

“From the night he took you out of the bar, I knew you were no ordinary person.”

“Think about it… if I humiliated his woman in front of him, what expression would Tieu Ky have?”

"Will he kneel down and beg me to forgive you? Ha ha ha..."

As soon as he spoke, he actually acted. I cried in vain, only making him more agitated. When Tieu Ky arrived alone, my hair was disheveled, my clothes were tattered, and my whole body was covered in bruises and blood. The room's faint light shone on my body. I lay there, weak, lifeless, like a lifeless corpse. I saw Tieu Ky's face turn pale from panic, immediately turned into extreme hatred, and rushed straight towards Trieu Can. Trieu Can had a knife, and during the struggle, he slashed Tieu Ky several times. I heard the sound of bones breaking, but I wasn't sure who it was. Screams of pain echoed throughout the abandoned building. Trieu Can did not expect Tieu Ky to be so desperate, going straight up with the intention of killing someone, he began to beg: "Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore..."

“I don't dare anymore, I don't need the money, I'll go…”

But even so, Tieu Ky still picked up the knife from the ground and stabbed it straight into Trieu Can's heart. Pull out, then thrust back in. Blood splattered on his face, looking both horrifying and strangely beautiful. His whole body began to tremble, he threw away the knife, and tremblingly walked towards me. The madness in his eyes disappeared, he carefully hugged himself, as if holding a fragile, breakable piece of porcelain.

“Ah, don't be afraid.”

“Everything is fine.”

19

This sleep is so deep, I don't even want to wake up. If I open my eyes and it never happened, if my sister is still alive, how good it would be. When I woke up, I saw a few files on the nightstand, and my heart suddenly felt strangely peaceful. In those documents was some information about my sister before she died, along with the reason she committed suicide. One entry clearly states: Tham Anh, Tham n's biological sister, the two sisters were abandoned by their parents. Tham Anh dropped out of school to work to support her younger sister's studies. Outside the door, Tieu Ky accidentally dropped the things in his hand on the ground. He looked at me deeply for a moment, then quietly closed the door. I calmly looked after him, the corner of my mouth curled up in a slow smile.

“Tieu Ky, the game is over.”

I said. Indeed, this is a cruel but satisfying game. A year ago, Tieu Ky used a cruel joke to kill my sister. Now, he is going through exactly what I was going through. Confused, helpless and desperate.

20

My older sister worked hard to raise me and study. When I finally passed the entrance exam to my dream school and was able to help her somewhat, she committed suicide. The day I went to receive her body, it was the biggest nightmare of my life. Apparently, not long ago, she told me that she had someone she really liked. In the diary she left behind, I learned about Tieu Ky. The noble young master of Beijing and the ordinary Cinderella, struggling to make a living. True or fake, the two kept drawing each other, and my sister fell deeper and deeper. She wrote in her diary: "He is so gentle, he is the person who treats me best, besides my sister." But the person she thought was the best, when she got tired of playing with her, changed completely without warning. Because she doesn't care about his money, and never accepts expensive gifts. Because I love him as a person, I only love him. And he found it funny.

"Don't you want money? Do you want sincerity?"

"Tham Anh, I have met many women like you. This kind of thinking is not interesting at all."

He prefers to play the game of exposing gold-digging girls. So, Tieu Ky threw a check to my sister right in front of everyone.

“This is the reward for your game with me, you should be satisfied.”

A check was gentle but crushed her self-esteem: “A game… A game…” In the end, she never touched that check. But the video of that day was spread online, accidentally becoming a hot topic for the online storm mocking her as a gold digger.

"Last second: I don't want your money. Next second: This check needs an extra zero! Hahaha..."

“Intending to play pure love with the young master of Beijing, she is really confident.”

"Do you think you're the female lead in a romance novel? The domineering CEO loves me?"

"I'm dying of laughter, you're a gold miner! If you get a check, it's gone!"

“Digging mines and still acting pitiful.”

“If you have money in hand, you have to act well.”

"Young master, look at me! I only want money, I swear!"

My sister had not studied much, so she stupidly argued without any effect. Because of that internet storm, she lost her job, was shunned by everyone around her, and even when walking on the street, people teased her: "How much is that check?" She looked for Tieu Ky again, just wanted him to say that she didn't take any money. But Tieu Ky doesn't bother wasting time with a "prey" like her. Until she was crushed by public opinion and suffered to the point of severe depression, no one stood up to help her. Then my sister committed suicide. Quietly jump down from the rooftop. The things she left behind were not much, a diary, a depression diagnosis sheet, all kinds of medicine, and the only few tens of millions of dong in savings written on the book: "For A m to go to school." The day she committed suicide, she passed by a fashion store, saw a beautiful little dress, priced at 2 million VND, she did not hesitate to buy it for me.

“A gift for A m on the occasion of passing university admission.”

The last line in the diary, aside from the dried tears, was only one sentence: "Promise me, never trust a man easily." I can't imagine how much despair she went through to not leave a goodbye note. When I returned from school far away, the only thing I could do was hug her cold and intact body. I have thought countless times, if I had noticed her change sooner, if I could have seen the terrible things online in time. If I could pull your hand back at the last moment…