Chapter 7 — Married 8 days, I bought a house in my own name

“So what result do you want now?”

I thought for a moment then said:

“I want to clarify my thoughts first, then talk about the results.”

Ninh Giai put down her pen and looked at me seriously:

"Thieu Hoa, I'll be honest. Not from a lawyer's perspective, but from a friend's perspective."

“Your situation is actually not bad right now.”

“The apartment is in your name.”

“The other 880,000 yuan did not flow to the Hua family.”

"And the wedding house is in the name of Hua Dai Thanh, not Tran Chi Vien."

“This means that if anything really happens in the future…”

She didn't finish. But I get the idea. I said softly.

"When I signed the contract to buy that apartment... actually it wasn't entirely on impulse."

Ninh Giai looked at me then burst out laughing:

“I knew it right away.”

“You've never been one to act on your emotions before.”

Leaving the cafe, I walked on the street for a long time. The weather in April in Cam Thanh has started to get a bit hot. The cherry blossoms along the roadside have not yet fallen. The wind blew, a few flower petals gently flew down. My phone rings. It was Hua Dai Thanh calling. I answered the phone.

“Thieu Hoa.”

He said.

“Yesterday, Chi Vien told me that the two of us talked.”

“He also apologized to me.”

"Young people's matters, I don't want to interfere too much."

“But marriage must continue.”

“Is the wedding date set yet?”

I said not yet. He immediately continued:

"That's it, the fifteenth day of next month is a beautiful day."

"The company is organizing a wedding of your choice."

“Dad takes care of all the expenses.”

“You don't have any opinions, do you?”

I said calmly.

"About the wedding, Chi Vien and I still haven't told each other clearly."

“We need more time.”

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds.

“What else do you want to say?”

His voice lowered.

"Thieu Hoa, please tell Mr. Tham at home, don't drag this out forever."

“The longer it lasts, the better it is for no one.”

“Your father's name is Tran.”

I slowly corrected it.

“Not the Tham family.”

The other end of the line paused.

“Your father's name is Tran Quoc Binh.”

I repeat.

“Not the Tham family.”

“Dad, you even remembered my father's last name wrongly.”

The other side was silent for five seconds. Then Hua Dai Thanh coughed loudly:

“Anyway, the matter must be resolved, do you understand?”

“I understand.”

"But I'll arrange it myself."

“No need to force anyone.”

Hanging up the phone, I stood on the side of the road. Suddenly it all felt so ridiculous. He called me "Thieu Hoa, Thieu Hoa" for many days... Yet even my father couldn't remember his last name. During that week, everything seemed very peaceful on the outside. Tran Chi Vien didn't come to find me anymore. I also did not actively contact him. I edited the new project draft two more times and then sent it back to the client. The response from the other side is very good. They said the next round can be directly implemented in a practical way. My boss, Luc Binh, even sent a special message to the company group, personally praising the project I was in charge of. Wednesday, my mother came to the apartment. She brought a bag of food, and by the way, even measured the balcony, saying she wanted to buy me two shelves to put flowers on. The mother and daughter sat outside on the balcony for a while. Mom looked at me and asked:

“Thieu Hoa, what do you think now?”

“I haven't finished thinking yet.”

She nodded, without any pressure. After a moment, she slowly said:

“Your father said, no matter what you decide…”

“This apartment is still available is mine.”

“At any time, I have a place to return to.”

I held my mother's hand. I said softly.

“I don't regret buying this apartment.”

“Your father also knows.”

That peace lasted until Friday afternoon when it was completely broken. Ninh Giai called me. Her voice was a bit urgent:

“Thieu Hoa, can you talk now?”

“Okay, what's going on?”

“I accidentally learned something.”