Chapter 7 — My Boyfriend Hates His Nanny's Daughter

But actually, the situation is much worse than I said. I didn't receive a scholarship, I just applied for a loan from the school. I quit my job at the restaurant and switched to writing articles for other organizations. To Minh Li is on an exchange in Amsterdam, I have no reason for her to have to pay rent in two places. I've been staying at her house for so long, I don't want to lose this only friend. The night I was pressed for rent by my landlord, I delivered food to a familiar address. It was Luc Khue Chi's apartment, and a party was being held inside. This is the first place I stayed when I came here, at that time I was still full of hope for the future. Over the past two years, his and Dich Du Ngu's names have been frequently mentioned. "Oh, that famous vlogger couple, I watched their vlog, so sweet!" "Yes, that guy is very handsome, rich and very pampered by his girlfriend." I mentioned this idea to Luc Khue Chi on the weekend of my 12th grade year when I went shopping. At that time, Dich Du Ngu stood next to listen. Like now, I stood at the door, looking at her sitting on the sofa I once wanted to buy. On a big snowy night, she called my shoes dirty and stopped me from entering the apartment. She thought I had come to ask Luc Khue Chi to let me stay. She said: "This is not your house either, right?" He tolerated her, leaving countless eyes glued to me as I awkwardly held the food box without anyone accepting it. I just want to say, can you accept, I'm also very busy. Luc Khue Chi stood behind her, arms crossed, "How did you become like this?" I told him, I was in a hurry to deliver the next order. He looked at me with eyes that I couldn't understand. "Where is Han Chinh?" "Has he abandoned you?" Luc Khue Chi laughed coldly: "He just spread some money, you don't need to deliver food like this?" I don't know how to answer. Dich Du Ngu took a handful of money from his wallet and stuffed it into my pocket: "Is that enough?" She turned around: "Who has any money left? She's so poor." Another handful of money. She hugged me gently, whispering in my ear: "If you take the money, don't take someone else's boyfriend again." I delivered the last order, used the money she gave me, and paid one month's rent. On the way home, I rummaged through the trash and found an almost expired, intact sandwich. I was happy for half a day. In the middle of eating, the phone rang. I couldn't control my anxiety, my hands were shaking. It's my brother's phone. He said, my mother was in critical condition, "There's no need to go home, studying is important." No one said it, but we all knew that the thing that separated us was not having enough money to buy a plane ticket. I couldn't help it, tears welled up in my eyes. If he had said it a few minutes earlier, I wouldn't have used that money to pay the rent. Hanging up the phone, even though my tears flowed non-stop, I still sat alone on the snowy road. I remember the night in Las Vegas, crazy and long. I can beg him. To him, a plane ticket, my tuition and living expenses are just a few numbers. He will definitely agree. But what can I ask for? Take the feelings between him and my brother, or the days between me and him? If I beg, there will be no going back. I smiled bitterly, until now I still rely on my self-esteem to live. In fact, I can no longer go back to that night. I wandered, then raised my head and knocked on Han Chinh's door. The person who opened the door was a very beautiful girl, wearing a Valentino outfit this season. I recognized her, the girl who sat next to me in the rooftop bar that day, the one who asked “Han Chinh isn't coming?” She also recognized me. “Looking for Han Chinh?” She asked. I nodded. She didn't move, but leaned against the wall. “Last year, I lent you money, do you remember?

"I remember, she transferred to me more than eighty million dong at one time. "Thank you, I will save the money to pay it back." "Everyone who borrows money says that," She laughed, her voice not unpleasant, but with the natural confidence of a rich lady, "But when I lent it to you, I didn't expect you to pay it back." She stopped, placing the wine glass on the ebony cabinet next to her. "Han Chinh also thought so." She said. The sound of Mahjong from the narrow staircase continued to echo. She continued to say a few sentences, "Last year, he made up for your family's loss of six million dollars." "Even if the love is deep, the debt must be paid off, right?" "No one is stupid, what do you think, little sister?" After saying that, she picked up the glass of wine again, "Do you still want to find him? I will help you call him down.” That day, it was dawn when I got home. On the way home, I wondered if people need to be steadfast in something to survive in this world. I still don't think clearly. But I have completely accepted the fact that my family is bankrupt, and there is no one behind me. This is three years after the death of the father who loved me the most. In the third year of my doctoral studies in Amsterdam, I met Han Chinh again. At an academic conference, he stood out. Sharp face, slightly slanted eyes add to the wild and bored look. He didn't recognize me. But I immediately saw the engagement ring on his middle finger. “I really want an autograph,” the IT colleague next to me explained to me, “The game I like the most is designed by him.” When the conference ended, in the crowd, he made small talk with a few big figures. I left first. In the middle of summer, it rained lightly. Leaving the cafeteria with my colleagues, I recognized his car. After many years abroad, I thought I would never see him again in my life. There are many people in the world, meeting one of them again only has a very small probability. This time, it could also be the last time. Anyway, I have to say “thank you.” I knocked on the car door. Sitting in the driver's seat was an unknown driver. "The boss is not here, if we wait, it will only be about fifteen minutes." On the other side, my colleagues are still waiting for me. I took out a check from my pocket. When I graduated from college, I found a high-paying private job. Savings to pay off the first month's tuition, but were told that it had long since been paid off in one lump sum. My ex-boss privately said that, without someone giving advance notice, this job would not have come to me. Han Chinh arranged everything for me. Except for the relationship between me and you. "Help me deliver it to him," I gave the check to the driver, "And tell him, thank you." "What is your lady's nickname?" I smiled, not saying my name. When I returned to the apartment, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. I recognize that number. The things you intentionally forget, you remember most clearly. I connected the call, but the other end said nothing. This feeling is more uncomfortable than I thought. I looked out the window: "Han Chinh?" "Are you doing well?" On countless snowy nights in Boston, I was lost, I was alone. I just really wanted to hear him ask this question. "You live very well, very well now." "You don't need to send me money, taking care of you is what I should do." On the other side was the noise of the airport, the radio constantly urging. "There is no should or should not." I breathed evenly, "I can't pay for the other things, no matter how much work I do in this life I can't pay them back, but at least my tuition, I have to pay you back. At first I wanted to thank him directly, but thinking back, I probably didn't care about this money. I didn't want to bother him, so I asked someone to give it to me. I won't do it in the future.

bother you too.”