Chapter 5 — My Boyfriend Hates His Nanny's Daughter

The airport staff glared at me: "Ladies, don't block other people's way." "My stuff is lost, it's gone from the conveyor belt." "If you're careless, we can't help." I called the airport police. But the airport staff insisted that they couldn't find my belongings and suspected that I was causing trouble. I searched for two hours but couldn't find it. I missed my flight. The airline staff confirmed my ticket and then took me back to the check-in counter. I borrowed their phone to call my brother, but it was turned off. Called the other sister, but didn't pick up the phone. Not wanting to bother anyone anymore, I called the hotel receptionist one last time, connecting to the hotel room phone. "Hello?" His voice was cold and calm. "Can you come to the airport to pick me up? My wallet and passport are lost." A few seconds of silence, a feeling of shame arose in me. Running away and ending up like this, there's really no one like me. He seemed to change his posture, his voice raised: "Who are you?" I won't call you anymore. The person who can be close to my brother, no matter how he looks, is not a decent person. Forty minutes later, he appeared in front of me, carrying the hotel's porridge and salt-roasted crab, still hot. "What did you just say?" He asked. "You really are a good person." He slightly curled his lips and went forward to talk to the airport police. Standing a little far away, the two spoke very quickly, some words I couldn't hear clearly. Until the police said: “She was almost considered a fraud.” Han Chinh raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his head to look at me, and said a sentence in Chinese: "Really a scammer." In the end, not knowing what method Han Chinh used, the airport staff came to apologize to me one after another, saying it was a misunderstanding. While checking in, they accidentally dropped my belongings and returned my wallet, passport, and phone. Han Chinh said, "Let me take you home first." He booked two first-class tickets back to Boston. “Don't you have a private plane?” I asked. “Let my brother fly back home.” “No wonder he didn't answer my phone call.” He sat next to me, his head bowed, flipping through the book, his shirt collar unbuttoned. “Didn't you sleep well last night?” I asked again. His fingers stopped flipping through the book: "A sleepless night." The truth proves that people should not talk when they have nothing to say, like me right now—“Because the sofa is uncomfortable?” He closed the book, smiled and looked at me: “What do you think?” I said nothing more and turned to look out the window. He was tired, covered his face with a book and pretended to sleep. In the end, he very kindly answered my question. "Because I want to know, if you say in your sleep, you will call his name, or call my name." I turned my face and stuck to the window. He chuckled behind the book. Economy class passengers passed by one by one. “Eh?” Dich Du Ngu's voice rang above my head, "Why are you here?" Behind her was Luc Khue Chi carrying a bag. He took off his silver headphones: "Lin Thoi Thoi, really interesting, did you follow me all the way here?" "I didn't follow you." The air stopped, Luc Khue Chi smiled as if he hadn't laughed, he seemed to have caught my mistake, wanting to ask the end. "I just texted you last night, you didn't answer. Today you and I are on the same flight, what do you mean?" "I came to find my brother." He stood blocking the aisle, the only other passengers were. can pass by. "Your brother has returned home, my mother still sees him." He put his left hand on my chair, "Go on, what's the excuse? Why didn't you say you came to find Han Chinh?" When someone's name was mentioned, I suddenly felt tense: "It has nothing to do with him." Luc Khue Chi laughed, Dich Du Ngu also laughed. "Can't make it up anymore?" He tapped his finger on the chair, "Don't think too highly of yourself, you don't even know what he looks like, you dared to bring it up to provoke me, the result is

I'm not angry at all—" The person next to me pulled down the book, revealing an incredibly beautiful face. During three years of high school, no matter how hard Luc Khue Chi tried, he couldn't surpass Han Chinh. On the outside he appeared calm, but behind him he had collapsed countless times. I once comforted Luc Khue Chi: "There are people who are born at the starting line that others cannot reach, no need to blame yourself, no need to compare everything with others. him.” Luc Khue Chi listened. He also said: "That's right, at least he doesn't have a girlfriend who loves him like you love me." Han Chinh's face is imprinted in his memory. But he never associated that face with me. So this shock caused him to completely freeze in place. Han Chinh has always been a gentleman, not wanting to make others lose face in public. He took my hand and said to Luc Khue Chi: "We didn't sleep well last night, can we talk later?" This is a nice way of saying it. If Luc Khue Chi wasn't my ex-boyfriend who just broke up with me last night. The flight attendant who had endured for so long finally had the opportunity to step forward and push Dich Du Ngu forward. "The plane is about to take off, please give way, blocking the way for the passengers behind." "Khue Chi..." Dich Du Ngu pushed him but couldn't push him. Luc Khue Chi's face darkened, he gave a fake smile, and greeted Han Chinh: "Cousin, what a coincidence." Han Chinh did not pay attention to him. As people entered, he was also pushed inside. Twenty minutes later, the plane took off. First place was only me and Han Chinh, both were silent. I connected to wifi, my phone vibrated continuously, all were messages from Luc Khue Chi. 【Lam Thoi Thoi, you're very good.】 【Are you happy with this on purpose?】 【I haven't agreed to break up yet, but you can't wait?】 【Does he really like you? You must bring yourself in?】 【If you don't look for someone, look for him instead?】 【Reply to the message.】 【Funny, I don't care too much.】 【Just a kindness to advise you, don't take yourself too seriously.】 Han Chinh had already withdrawn his hand, leaned on the chair on the other side and looked at me. "Are you bothering me?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows: "Did you say vibrating sound?" I nodded. He laughed: "Don't bother, that's the sound of the trumpet of victory." Landing in Boston, the snow had stopped falling. Han Chinh and I got off the plane first, his driver had been waiting for a long time. "Where are you now?" He asked. I read an address: "Temporarily staying at a classmate's apartment." He was a bit surprised. "I haven't had time to buy an apartment yet," I suddenly felt embarrassed, "We just broke up, the previous apartment isn't yours either." He quietly said "Um" and didn't ask any more. Outside the window, light sparkled on his face, half bright and half dark. I turned my head away, embarrassed for something, people didn't ask, I'm not your person... messy thoughts kept surfacing, afraid he would ask, afraid he wouldn't ask. My shoulders suddenly felt heavy. He rested his head on my shoulder, eyes closed: "Can't sleep on the plane." My mind was completely blank, I asked him: "So why are you holding my hand?" "Reading your palm." He said very seriously. Han Chinh asked me what kind of person the classmate I was staying with was. I said: “A very nice girl.” To Minh Li was my classmate at the girls' school and studied very well. Her family sold their house to let her study abroad. Her visa was completed, but her father was discovered to have terminal cancer.