Chapter 7 — Love You From A Poem

The man who was "ready to go to war", now had to suddenly receive orders to delay the troops... Would he be speechless, or would he... coax me to sleep soundly like a princess? "Does it hurt?" He stepped closer, his eyes full of worry. "A little..." I nodded slightly, holding my stomach sadly. "Let me go buy some things for you." Diep An Trach turned around to leave. I quickly held his hand: "No need, I'm not that weak..." Before he finished speaking, he picked me up. "Eh eh! What are you doing?!" I struggled in his arms, my face as red as a tomato. "Warm my belly." He replied as if it were natural, his voice low and gentle. He gently placed me on the bed, then wrapped his arms around me from behind, his big hand pressing against my stomach. His chest was warm, his breathing was steady, his hands were as warm as a fireplace, making the pain seem to subside. "Dip An Trach..." I softly called him, my voice was so soft that even I was surprised. "What's wrong?" He replied softly, his breath blowing in my ear. "Good night." I smiled a small smile. "Good night." He whispered, kissing my earlobe gently. We slept soundly in that warmth... Until... "Knock knock knock!" The knock on the door rang loudly like an alarm. "What is this... so early in the morning..." I rubbed my eyes and sat up, still sleepy. "Let me open." Diep An Trach quickly tied a towel around his waist, then went out. "Ah!!!" A shrill scream rang out from the living room. I immediately woke up, my mind spinning around: Could it be that my mother is back? Or Song Song? Or... oh my god, don't say Tieu An?! And if it's true... then I'm about to enter the seventh "social death" of my life. I rushed out of the room like flying. The scene before my eyes made me mentally collapse in 0.01 second: Diep An Trach was shirtless, my father pressed him upside down with his face on the table, my mother stood with her arms crossed, eyes wide open, as if she was caught cheating in battle. The whole scene... looked like a crackdown on "social evils"... "Dad, Mom?! Why are you two here?" I shouted in shock. "I knew right away that you were hiding something." My mother raised her chin, her voice filled with murderous intent. "Who is that guy?" "You... friend..." I trembled, not daring to look straight, "Boyfriend... okay?" Only then did my father let go of Diep An Trach. He was like a student caught cheating. He immediately hid behind me, avoiding his bullet-shaped eyes. I quickly pushed the pajamas into his hand: "Put it on quickly..." My voice trembled uncontrollably. "What step is it?!" My mother asked with squinted eyes, her gaze as sharp as an X-ray. "Mom! What are you thinking! I... I'm on my period!" I frantically explained, "He just came to take care of the child!" "So... taking care of him shirtless?" Mother pouted, her eyes full of doubt. "Does he have to stay up all night wearing a suit and watch the child?" I shouted, "We sleep separately!" The whole room fell into a long, awkward silence... I felt like my budding love career was about to be "executed on the spot". And CEO Diep An Trach is domineering, tall and cold, holding power... At this time, he was still hiding behind me, wearing his clothes in a low voice, like "the groom has not yet passed the door but is caught by his wife's parents climbing the wall". Diep An Trach's face did not change, solemnly swore: "Auntie, I swear, I slept on the sofa all night, completely proper, absolutely not exceeding the limit." It's disgusting, this guy lied with his face as blank as a fly. I glared at him, then turned to my mother: "Mom, looking at me like this, there's nothing he can do to me anymore..." I waved my hand in expression, my stomach still clutching because of menstrual cramps. My father then pulled my mother to sit on the chair, then seriously asked: "What do you do?" "I have a small company," Diep An Trach replied simply, "An Trach Tech." "Oh ho! That company is good. I even bought a few shares of it!" My father smiled and nodded, looking like he had met an idol. "You still play stocks?!" My mother rolled her eyes and immediately turned to point. My father quickly pointed

He turned to me: "Hey hey hey, we're talking about girls, don't bring up personal finances and look at the books..." A tense period of "inspection" like a string ended, and the atmosphere finally cooled down. Just when I thought everything was about to end peacefully, Diep An Trach suddenly walked around me, seriously faced my parents, and then solemnly said: "Uncle, aunt, I know that my daughter suddenly having a boyfriend makes you two confused, but I promise you that I truly love Maizi. I have liked her for four years, and in the future, it will be ten years, forty years, eighty years... I will treat her well all my life, great." Don't go back on your word." That sentence rang out clearly and firmly. The moment of silence reigned not in embarrassment, but in emotion. Even my mother, who is always skeptical and "watching for cheaters", slightly lowered her eyes and muttered: "If you... can say it, you can do it." As for me... standing in the middle of the living room, blushing, my heart pounding not because I was caught red-handed, but because of a public, simple... yet complete confession of love. A person like Diep An Trach, when in love, will not be half-hearted. Diep An Trach suddenly knelt down on one knee, and from nowhere he took out a ring, the silver light sparkling in the middle of the living room. "Maizi, do you agree to marry me, so that I can take care of you for the rest of my life?" Before I could react, someone responded extremely quickly: "Agree! Agree!" It was my father who shouted like a conditioned reflex. My mother immediately glared at him. My father sadly fell silent, shrinking his shoulders like a student whose points were deducted in a competition. I looked at my mother, hesitantly asked: "Mom... should I agree?" My mother crossed her arms, still maintaining the "last hurdle" style: "Decide for yourself." I spoke in a low voice: "Mom..." She snapped her fingers and hummed softly: "Hurry up! Kneeling for too long will ruin the floor." I laughed, tilted my head and asked: "Are you... loving him?" "Loving the floor." My mother replied briefly, but the corner of her lips curled up. I took a deep breath, looking at the man kneeling in front of the arrogant, calm person, now waiting for a life-and-death verdict. "Dip An Trach, I agree!" If it weren't for my parents sitting right here, I would definitely jump into his arms and kiss until I couldn't breathe. But let's save my boss's face first. Tonight… is still long. Diep An Trach proposed to me. There were no crowds, no balloons, and no one shouting and cheering. The only witnesses were my parents, and the two litigants were still wearing... pajamas. But it's okay. To me, this is the most perfect proposal. Making a marriage certificate and then organizing a wedding, all in one week. As quickly as he always handles everything decisively, thoroughly, and extremely firmly. That night, I looked at the wedding photo hanging above the bed one more time, both sweetly and shyly, when I saw Diep An Trach take off her bathrobe and immediately get under the blanket. I raised my hand to stop him. "What is it?" He raised his eyebrows, his voice hoarse as usual. "I want to ask you something." I propped myself up, looking straight into his eyes. "Um." He nodded, patiently. "Why... do you like me?" I thought about this question for a long time, now I dared to ask. "For a speech." "What? So short?" I rolled my eyes. Oh my god, Big Brother Bach was right, it really turned out to be that speech from that year?! But I still couldn't believe it: "Just because of a speech, I like it?" "Because of the poem you quoted at the end: 'An effort to overcome the hardships of the land, a feeling of release to the masses.'" "I wish there was that sweet rain, to save all people." "I mentioned your name in it." (“An Trach” means “sweet rain”) I was stunned. I didn't expect that a verse from that year, which I just casually quoted to make sense, would make someone remember me for four years. "Is that all?" I tried to ask.

Again, I still can't believe it. He tilted his head, smiled softly, his eyes like a clear stream: "That's it. But... enough for me to start." To love forever is because you are you. Diep An Trach smiled slightly and said: "At that time, I thought I was your 'An Trach', and you... were my 'Cam Trach'." I shivered, my hands hugged my arms covered in goosebumps: "Ah... it's so cheesy that it makes me sick!" "I can be even cheesier, do you want to hear it?" He asked, his ears red, his eyes still glued to me. "No." I replied decisively, tilting my head to avoid the hot air he whispered in my ear. "Really?" His breath blew into my ear, warm and itchy, making my mind go crazy. "...If you don't take it, it's a waste."I hugged him tightly, my face was red but my heart was even redder. If you want to turn your boss into a husband, you just need to endure a few "social death" episodes. Then happiness lasts a lifetime. - Run out of -