Chapter 14 — Mother-in-law Chooses Ex-Love

"I also told Qin Viet and the others to apologize to you. What they said before, I should have stopped early."

I pressed the car key to open the door.

“If you apologize, you can send it via email. I'll see how I'm feeling before responding.”

He stopped walking.

“Chieu Vi, before I thought that as long as I loved you enough, it didn't matter what other people said.”

I looked back.

"This sentence sounds familiar. It's probably ranked in the top 5 in the flirting guide for men."

He smiled bitterly: "You're right. People insulted you, I let my mother and friends hurt you, then used my own feelings to make up for it. It's so ridiculous." I didn't speak up. Van Thoi Nghien continued:

"You and The Nguyet have already made it clear. For her, I have guilt, an old friendship, and a responsibility left over from my youth. But the person I want to marry is always you."

“So have you told Aunt Pho clearly yet?”

"I made it clear. From now on she will never interfere in your marriage again."

I nodded: "Very good." His eyes flashed with hope. I added: "That will help a lot in your next love affair." The light went out. He asked: “Do we really have no possibility left?” I looked straight at him. Is Van Thoi Nghien a good boyfriend? In many moments, the answer is yes. He takes care of me, respects me, loves me. But humans cannot just score within the safe zone. At important moments, he always chose to make me suffer. Maybe he'll make amends. Maybe next time he will do very well. But I have no obligation to use myself as an experimental ground for his growth. I said:

“Van Thoi Nghien, what you are doing now is very good, but it should have happened before the engagement day.”

The edges of his eyes were slightly red: "I know it's too late."

“It's good to know.”

I opened the car door. He suddenly spoke: "So can I pursue you again from the beginning?" I thought for a moment.

“Theoretically, any adult has the freedom to pursue another person.”

He looked at me: “What about the practical side?”

“Practically, I'm very busy, plus I have no interest in recycling my ex.”

I made him speechless for half a day. I sat in the driver's seat and rolled down the car window.

"Also, don't go to the company to block my way. Save some face."

He nodded: "I won't embarrass you." On this point, he later indeed did it. Don't come and stand guard downstairs at my house, don't post crazy love statuses online, and don't use work resources to pressure me. He only regularly sends me one email a month. Not long. Maybe it's his reflection on learning to set boundaries. Maybe it's a new milestone for Tu Quang. Sometimes it's just a sentence: "Today I passed by the bakery I like." I only watch occasionally, extremely rarely reply. It's human. Living in life is always a little soft on the past. But being soft-hearted doesn't mean turning back. Tan Viet's group also repeatedly apologized to me. Tan Viet asked me out three times, but I didn't go. The fourth time, he sent a straight letter of apology along with the sheet Charity donation receipts arrive at my office. The letter was written very frankly:

"Previously, we thought you stole The Nguyet's position, so we intentionally made a joke to annoy you. Now thinking back, we feel really stupid. Whoever Mr. Van is with, it's not our turn to judge. We're sorry."

I threw the letter into the drawer. Take a photo of the donation receipt as a souvenir. Apology accepted. But being friends is free.