My Boyfriend Hates His Nanny's Daughter
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Chapter 6

Chapter 6 — My Boyfriend Hates His Nanny's Daughter

Updated 10/08/2026 5 min read

When she was about to drop out of school, my father just sent me money for tuition and living expenses, and I immediately transferred it all to her. My father knew that he didn't scold me, he just felt sorry for me having to spend all my airfare money to sit on a cheap plane for nearly twenty hours. After that, my father took her father to the best hospital in the city, paying all the treatment costs. "I can't imagine what I would do if that happened to me," I told Han Chinh, "It's all because my family is rich, with parents and brother who love me, so I don't have to go through those things. She is braver than me." Han Chinh didn't answer, because the car had stopped, I had already arrived. "Are you going back to the apartment too?" I asked him. “I'm going back to the airport,” He really just took me home, “Actually I was going home last night.” He leaned against the car door, watching me go inside. No snow tonight. Quiet street. I walked up to the third floor, he was still standing there looking. So when I ran downstairs, back in front of him, he was a bit surprised. I reached out and hugged him. I waited for him to hug me back. "You're like this," He said with a small smile, "How can I go?" He hugged tighter than I thought, also warmer and more sincere. "Han Chinh, Merry Christmas." A few minutes ago, just past midnight. "Merry Christmas, Thoi Thoi." He asked again: "Just saying that?" There's more. There's something more important to say. But there is no snow tonight. The trip was long and tiring, but there was still plenty of time later. I said: “When you come back, I have something to tell you.” “Yes, have a good winter break.” He said. After Christmas comes New Year, maybe he will return then. Next year will be a better year. At least at that time, I still thought so. The next morning when I woke up, I still couldn't call my brother. He texted back: 【So busy.】 Han Chinh's messages are also very few, they seem to be very busy. By the end of the winter break, the tuition transfer deadline was about to pass, and my father still hadn't sent any money. That morning, I invited my friend to go to the market. People gathered around decorated with festive lights. My friend accidentally mentioned financial news that I was completely uninterested in. "Do you know about the Ponzi scam? The news just broke this morning, they were all arrested." I was choosing things, asked him: "What does it have to do with us?" "Many people in the country were also scammed, billions of assets disappeared overnight, someone jumped off the building." He mentioned the names of many people in my ears. Until, I heard my father's name. I don't know how I got back to the apartment. All I know is that I keep calling my dad and my brother. Finally, my brother answered the phone. It was Han Chinh's voice. "Thoi Thoi, find a sofa to sit down." My father jumped from a building a few weeks ago. Not only was he scammed out of money, he was also in debt, including money from my mother and grandfather. My mother had a relapse of her heart disease. During the winter break, my brother, in addition to finding ways to repay his debt, also had to take care of my mother in the hospital, and had to face related lawsuits left by my father. The whole incident can be told in just a few sentences. I wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word. After a long time, Han Chinh asked me: "Can you give me To Minh Li's phone number?" To Minh Li has returned home from the supermarket. She said, when she saw me, I looked bewildered. Han Chinh's phone has not been hung up for five hours. He wanted to make sure that To Minh Li had returned before he hung up. To Minh Li couldn't ask if I was okay, she stayed with me for half a day, only asking one question: "Do you want to go home?" She said, plane tickets were too expensive, she didn't come back during winter break but stayed to work part-time, saving enough money to go home in the summer. "I'll buy you a plane ticket, you go home." She hugged me. I choked up: "My brother needs me." Seven

At half past midnight, I received a call from my brother. "Thoi Thoi, I will find a way to take care of your tuition." His voice became tired and unfamiliar. The last time I called him, he was still in Las Vegas. "Brother, I'm going to drop out of school, I want to go home." He protested: "I can't help you when I come back." "If I can help you at all, I'll go home and take care of my mother." He and I had a big argument. Before hanging up, he only said two sentences, "I've dropped out of school, you have to continue studying." "Thi Thoi, your life has just begun." I took melatonin and forced myself to sleep. The next morning when I woke up, I started looking for a way to make money. Sell clothes, jewelry, apply for loans and work as a teaching assistant at school. Friends around me discreetly helped me, and I transferred all the money to my brother. Until the deadline to pay tuition, my brother helped me pay in full. Everything is going well. At least, the first year still has hope. But other things happen very quickly and last forever, such as gender relationships. By the second year, my good friends and upperclassmen who were close to me almost stopped contacting me. Even when we meet at school, we just smile and greet each other, talk about a few unrelated stories and absolutely do not touch on my current situation. No one invites me to meetings or meals anymore. Their friends will still have weekends to go home and go skiing. As for me, I alternate between being a teaching assistant and working secretly. My grades used to be all A's because of lack of time and they kept dropping. The professor with the Indian accent warned me that if I continued like this, it would be difficult for me to graduate. By the third year, my brother no longer sent me tuition. That night, he didn't say a word, secretly cried in the hospital hallway for more than an hour, and kept apologizing to me. He used to be a very proud person. I know I cannot return home. I am my brother's last hope. "It's okay, brother. I received a scholarship, I work and go to school, you don't need to worry about me."

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