Chapter 6 — My Tattooed Dad

Not legally. Not in terms of bloodline. But he is my father. 【Chapter 7】 When I lived at Pho Nghien's house for three months, my mother came back. She didn't come back to look for me. But came back to ask for money. That day was Saturday. I sat doing homework in the living room, Pho Nghien sat on the sofa next to me, looking at his phone, occasionally glancing at me to see if I was lazy or not. The doorbell rang. The butler went to open the door. Then, I heard a very familiar voice. "I came to find my daughter! To Duong! Is To Duong here?" The tip of the pen punctured the page. My whole body stiffened. Pho Nghien looked at me then stood up and walked out the door. My mother is standing outside the door. After three months of not seeing her, she had become thinner. The stomach has also deflated. She has already given birth. But the child was not with her. She dyed her hair blonde, wore a cheap leather jacket, and carried a plastic bag in her hand. Seeing Pho Nghien step out, her eyes rolled around. First, she looked from top to bottom of the house, then smiled. "Oh, brother! I was really shy that day, I had something urgent..." "What?" Pho Nghien leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I came to pick up my daughter." She stretched her neck to look inside. "Duong..." I curled up on the sofa, not moving. Pho Nghien did not get out of the way. "What are you picking up?" "That's my daughter!" My mother raised her voice. "I made you miss my daughter, what's the problem with coming to take her home?" "Going home?" Pho Nghien asked. "Going back to Trieu Loi's place?" Mother's smile stiffened for a moment. "I broke up with Trieu Loi." "What about breaking up?" "After that I have to raise the child alone. Don't hide anything from you, now I'm short of money..." Come then. I knew it right away. She didn't come to pick me up. She came to ask for money. She saw this house, saw Pho Nghien, smelled the scent of someone with money. "For the past few months, you have helped me take care of my child, and I am very grateful." My mother rubbed her hands together. "But I still have to pay for living expenses, I still have to pay you. See if this is okay, first I will take the child home, we will slowly discuss the future matters..." "No." Pho Nghien's voice was as pale as filtered water. "What?" My mother's face changed. changed. "The child didn't go." "That's my biological daughter..." "My biological daughter?" Pho Nghien laughed coldly. "The person in the middle of the night, in a few degrees below zero weather, threw it next to the public toilet was you." "The burns from cigarette butts and the marks from being beaten with a coat hanger on her body also appeared right before your eyes." "Now you come to tell me about your biological daughter?" Mother's face turned red and white. After that, she immediately turned around. Faster than flipping through a book. "Who are you? Is it your turn to manage the matter between me and my daughter? Do you believe that I reported to the police, accusing you of kidnapping and child trafficking?" Her voice was harsh like nails scratching on a blackboard. "A man covered in tattoos keeps a little girl in the house, what are your intentions? I don't believe the police are not in control..." "Report it." Pho Nghien stood up straight. He was nearly thirty centimeters taller than my mother, his shadow completely covering her. "I have a lawyer, a record of injuries from you abusing my daughter, and a camera recording the scene of your abandonment." "You told the police, you just saved me from having to look for you." My mother opened her mouth, but couldn't close it for a long time. She took a step back. "You... are you very good with money?" "It's not that having money is good." Pho Nghien said. "But you're not worthy." "Just you wait! I will sue you in court!" "Any time." "To Duong!" She shouted into the house. "Mom is coming to pick you up! Come here quickly!" I sat on the sofa. Immobility. My body is shaking. But I didn't move. She called again two more times. I don't answer. Pho Nghien turned his head to look at me. I clutched the pen, my knuckles white

sick. He turned around and said the last sentence to my mother. "She doesn't want to follow you." "I..." "The door is here. Go out yourself." "Or should I see you off?" Mom looked at him for a few seconds. In his eyes, she could not find any possibility of concession. Finally, she snorted coldly and filled with hatred, picked up the plastic bag and turned to leave. Walking to the door, she turned around and shouted inside: "To Duong, you ungrateful person! If I knew that, I wouldn't have given birth to you!" The door closed. The world is quiet. I sat on the sofa, holding the pen. Don't cry. But his hands were shaking so badly, the writing was all crooked. A tall figure blocked the light above my head. He walked over and sat down next to her. Say nothing. Just reached out and hugged both me and the exercise book in his arms. His chin rested on the top of my head. "It's okay." "She can't get in." Finally, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I buried my face in his chest and cried. Crying so much that he couldn't breathe, his tears and nose stained his T-shirt. He does not hate. Just kept patting my back. "After you cry, go eat." "Today there's sweet and sour ribs." "Your share." I cried even harder. 【Chapter 8】 After that, my mother actually sued. But lawyer Qi is not an easy person to deal with.