Chapter 5 — Loving The Wrong Person For Four Years But Marrying The Right Person

The work place is not far, but it takes more than three hours to drive. Pho Chieu is always busy, the company is just getting started, and he is indispensable. I thought at best he would just call me on video to comfort me, or send law enforcement to help resolve the matter. I returned to the hotel, intending to take a nap, but I couldn't sleep. There were no lights on in the room, so I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Actually, it's no big deal. I'm so used to things like this. My family situation is normal, university tuition is all supported by loans, living expenses are also earned by me working hard to earn money. At that time, the boss who worked part-time often said abusive things, I could only endure it. Now it's much better. At least, I can protest. Time passed like that, Pho Chieu did not send any more messages. I turned around, smiling bitterly. Having come to this point, I still have unrealistic hope. Maybe in my bones, I'm still as weak as my mother. Since I became aware, my father rarely came home. Gambling, alcohol, violence, prostitutes. He fully brings together the worst sides of people. He came home, just to ask for money. As long as my mother doesn't give me money, even my grandfather will beat me. Since childhood, I advised my mother to divorce. People around also advised. But every time my mother cried, she said it was because she wanted to give me a perfect family and refused to divorce. Later I understood, it wasn't because of me, but because she didn't want to leave. Every time my father was discovered by her having sex with women outside, she would roll around and make a fuss, holding a knife and threatening to go with him. But every time he really wanted to leave, she would lose heart and kneel at his feet, begging not to leave her. That woman, in the endless struggle and torture, had gone crazy. She hates her father, but can't leave him. I grew up in that recurring tragedy. I have known since childhood that men cannot be trusted. Whatever you want, you must get it yourself. I will not go back to Tich Yanqing. I know that his nature cannot be changed, no matter how well he speaks, he will not be sincere for me. I don't want to repeat my mother's tragedy. As for Pho Chieu... do I really like him? I myself don't know. Maybe I just like your conditions, find you more upright and more trustworthy than Tich Dien Khanh. I disguised myself, approached him, attracted him. But I know clearly, it's all fake. I've rarely felt so confused. Is… is this really what I want? The next second, the doorbell rang. I wrapped myself in a blanket, got out of bed and opened the door. In front of the door, Pho Chieu had changed into a black windbreaker jacket, neatly tailored, not revealing at all the appearance of having just driven through the night. "I have informed that company and canceled all cooperation. The guy who harassed you has been fired. I guarantee that he will not be able to find a job in this industry in the future. You will not see him again." He was still calm as usual, neither hugging me to comfort me nor saying sweet words. But as long as you stand here, you are an absolutely solid support. Pho Chieu looked at the clock: "There are three hours left until dawn. Tomorrow's schedule has been canceled, you can sleep until you want." He paused and added: "I'm in the next room. If anything happens, just call me." After speaking, he was about to turn away. It's as if I drove all night to come here just to say these words. But my heart strangely calmed down strange. The moment he turned away, I pulled him back. Grabbing the collar of his jacket, standing on tiptoe. In the cool scent of cedar is a gentle kiss. I burst out laughing amid Pho Chieu's surprised eyes: "Pho Chieu, let's be together."