Chapter 3 — My Tattooed Dad

It was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, very thin, and slightly bald. As soon as he saw me, he smiled. "Oh, is this that girl?" He squatted down and talked to me, his tone gentle: "I'm a lawyer. Do you know what a lawyer is?" I nodded. "A person who helps others sue." "Smart." He smiled, turned to talk to Pho Nghien. They said a lot of terms that I didn't understand. Which is “biological mother giving up guardianship”, “social welfare facility”, “approval of eligibility for
But there is one sentence I understand. Lawyer Te said: "Old Pho, adopting a child is conditional. Unmarried single men who want to adopt a baby girl will be very strictly approved by the Civil Affairs Department." Pho Nghien leaned on the sofa, his fingers tapping on the armrest. "How strict?" "First, you must be thirty years old. This condition he met. No children, also responded. If you have the ability to nurture, there's no need to discuss it." Lawyer Te pushed his glasses. "But the problem is... your social image." He tactfully
Look at the tattoo on Pho Nghien's arm. Pho Nghien raised his eyebrows. "So what?" "Under your name there are twelve nightclubs and six karaoke bars." Lawyer Te sighed. "Tell yourself, what will the people of the Civil Affairs Department think?" Silence. "Is there any other way?" "Yes." Lawyer Te raised a finger. "Marriage. If a married couple adopts together, the approval will be much easier." Pho Nghien's finger stopped. "No consideration." "Then have to go a long way." Lawyer Te said: "First let her stay at your place, don't let this happen
what's going on? I will handle the procedures on the child's mother's side, so that she can sign the papers relinquishing her guardianship. As for you... change the legal representatives of those nightclubs, at least the outside must be cleaner. Fast, about half a year to a year." Pho Nghien nodded. Before leaving, lawyer Te squatted down to look at me again. "You are Tieu Duong, right?" I replied softly. "Does Uncle Pho treat you well?" I thought for a moment. Then nodded. Lawyer Te smiled, patted my head, then stood up and said to me.
Pho Nghien: "Don't say anything, this child and you are also destined." "What?" "A child who has been abused for six years is willing to follow you without running away." Lawyer Te looked at him. "That proves that she trusts you. Children don't know how to lie." Pho Nghien said nothing. But I saw that his ears were slightly red. That evening, he took me to the shopping center to buy clothes. Before, my mother only bought me the cheapest clothes on the market. If it tears, sew it up and continue wearing it. Grandfather
led me into a store full of colorful children's clothes. "Choose for yourself." He stood at the door, folding his arms across his chest. I stood in front of a row of clothes, not daring to move. "Take whatever you want." I reached out and touched the nearest pink cotton shirt. Then turned to look at him. He nodded. I held the cotton shirt in my arms. Then turned to look at him again. He frowned. "One isn't enough, take more." I carefully took a sweatshirt with a rabbit on it. Then turned to look at him again. He sighed, walked over, and started throwing clothes
to the shopping cart. One piece, two pieces, five pieces, ten pieces. Jackets, sweatshirts, skirts, thermal pants, socks, hats. "Uncle... Uncle Pho." I finally opened my mouth. "It's too much." "Not much." "But..." "If you criticize too much, I'll choose two more sets." "..."The argument sounds reasonable, but it seems like there's still something wrong. When paying, I secretly looked at the screen at the cashier counter. A four-digit number. I tightened the hem of his shirt. He bowed his head and looked at me. "What's wrong?" "It's too expensive." My voice was as small as a mosquito's. "Later...
I'll pay it back to you." He chuckled. "If you're six years old and want to pay me, how are you going to pay? Going to pick up bottles?" "Yes." I nodded seriously. He was stunned. Then, he reached out and picked me up. This was the first time he carried me outside. Just with one hand, very gently, like carrying a small cat. "No need to pay." He picked up the shopping bag, picked me up and quickly walked out. "Don't say the word 'pay' again in the future." People passing by all looked at us. A fierce man, his whole body tattooed.
blooming, using one hand to hold the little girl who was only as big as his hand. The scene is indeed a bit disharmonious. But I don't pay attention anymore. Because I discovered something. When walking, he always used his other hand to cover my head. He was afraid I would bump into the door frame. 【Chapter 5】 After half a month of living there, I had a rough understanding of Pho Nghien's family situation. He is really rich. Extremely rich. But he is not the type of rich person who sits in an office. He went out every night, not returning until two or three o'clock in the morning. Sometimes he carried it on his body
according to the smell of alcohol. Sometimes it carries the smell of tobacco leaves. Occasionally, extremely rarely, there is also the smell of blood. I never asked. He also never explained. There exists a strange chemistry between us. I was quiet, he felt comfortable. Before going out, he would say "go to sleep" to me. When he returns, he will push open my door and take a look.