Chapter 28 — Marriage Is A Trap

But every week… He will still come to my new apartment two or three times. Bring food. Co Dien's cooking skills are actually only average. But there is one dish... You make it very delicious. Stir-fried sweet and sour ribs.

“When did you learn to make this dish?”

“Learning online.”

“Why learn this exact dish?”

“Because my ex-boyfriend said he would make this for me.”

“But he never did.”

I looked at the plate of ribs in front of me. The appearance is not very nice. But the taste is surprisingly okay.

“Do you even remember this?”

“I remember everything you said.”

“Including the speech at the autograph session.”

“What I said in court.”

“And what you said by the lake that day…”

“‘Just like tonight.’”

I raised my head to look at him.

“You really are a bit scary.”

“To be praised by someone with strong observation abilities like you is scary…”

“You should feel honored.”

The third month after being together... News about Phuong Le Hoa finally spread. Through cooperation with Chinese police... Interpol found her in a Southeast Asian country. But because she has the legal right to reside there... So the extradition procedure becomes very complicated. Tan Loc said... According to the current progress... It will take at least one to two years.

“Do you still care about Phuong Le Hoa?”

“But not in a hurry.”

“All her hatred is no longer effective.”

“Phuong Dao is in prison.”

“To Hoa Anh is also in prison.”

“So is Vuong Chi Cuong.”

“All her pieces…”

“It's all been destroyed.”

“Now she is alone in a foreign country.”

“No resources.”

"Unconnected."

“No target.”

“The most pitiful person is her.”

Tan Loc took a sip of tea.

“Sometimes I feel…”

“Your scariest point is not revenge.”

“It's about letting go.”

“Once you really don't care about anyone anymore…”

“That person will completely disappear from your world.”

I smiled faintly.

“It's not cruel.”

“It's about managing emotions effectively.”

The sixth month after being together… I started writing the sixth book. The theme is completely different from the previous five books. The previous five books were about marriage. Write about myself. The temporary title of the book is:

“Me and One Hundred Relationships of My Own.”

It's not just marriage. Relationship with parents. With my aunt. With ex-husband. With Phuong Dao. With readers. Relationship with Co Dien. Coming to the chapter about you... I was stuck for a long time. Because I don't know how to define our relationship. Too normal. Too serious. Too light again. I wrote down one sentence.

“You were the first person to make me feel…”

“No need to observe…”

“Can also be trusted.”

Just finished writing that sentence... Co Dien just carried two cups of tea out of the kitchen.

“What are you writing?”

“Write about me.”

“Write me what?”

“Don't say.”

“Wait for publication and then read it yourself.”

He put down the tea cup. Head down to look at the computer screen. I immediately held his hand.

“Secret reading is unethical behavior.”

“I just looked at one word.”

“The last word.”

I let go. He bent down to take a look. The last word... Is the word "person".

“Nice writing.”

I laughed. One year later. The annual report of the Kien Hoa Foundation is published. In one year… The Foundation has helped more than twelve hundred women. Four hundred people received legal aid. Three hundred people received psychological counseling. Two hundred people Complete vocational training. Eighty people successfully started a business or found a new job. The total fund size… Reached thirty million yuan. I personally donated ten million yuan. The enterprise sponsored fifteen million yuan. The social donations were five million yuan. The largest corporate sponsorship… Comes from Co Thi Group. Ten million yuan. No more anonymity.

“Aren't you going to continue to remain anonymous?”

"I was anonymous before because I respected your wishes."

“But now…”

“You are my girlfriend.”

“You don't need to hide it anymore.”

I glanced at him.

“Are you trying to promote your image?”

“A ten million yuan advertisement.”

“The efficiency ratio is very high.”

That same year… My sixth book was officially released. First month… Sales exceeded one million copies. Everyone in the publishing world says... Or rather, Nam Son... has become the undisputed number one name in the field of books about marriage and emotions. But for me… Numbers have never been the most important thing. The important thing... Are the letters that readers sent me after reading the book. There was a letter… It came from a seventy-year-old woman. She has been married fifty years. During those fifty years... She always forced herself to become a "good wife". Know how to ask questions. Know how to take care of yourself when you are sick. Know how to gently advise. Know how to yield and endure.

“I did everything you wrote in the book.”

“Fifty years.”

“But I never asked myself…”

“Will I be happy?”

“After reading your new book…”

“I finally understand.”

“It's not wrong to be a good wife.”

“What's wrong is…”

“I only live my whole life to be a good wife.”