Chapter 7 — Nha Hoan Escaped From Second Family

I quickly arranged a place for her to live. Then immediately ran to the study room, wanting to thank Ta Tan Tran. He held a book in his hand and closed his eyes to rest. There are light dark circles under the eyes. Perhaps last night to redeem Xuan Dao, he was busy all night. I gingerly covered him with a thin blanket. The person whose eyes were closed suddenly opened, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"Sorry, I woke you up."

He shook his head.

"I haven't slept yet."

“My servant, on behalf of Xuan Dao, thanks you for your great kindness.”

As soon as my knees buckled, he waved his hand to stop me.

"There's no need to perform such a grand ceremony. It's just convenient."

Absolutely not. Since losing power, he has always lived a very simple life. The clothes were all old, the food was simple, and there were no maids nearby. When he goes to Di Hong Vien to redeem someone, how much more money does he have to spend?

"Young master, I will redeem my life for sister Xuan Dao. This servant will find a way to slowly repay you..."

“Pay?”

He laughed. When he looked up again, there was clearly some more mischief in his eyes.

"What do you plan to use to pay? Use yourself?"

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I don't dare answer him. Did he just say it casually, or did he really mean it?

"This place is deserted. It's good to have one more person to be your friend."

Seeing that I was silent, he did not continue that topic and just drove away. The thin back revealed some lonely parts. But Ta Tan Tran is not wrong. Since Xuan Dao's arrival, Tinh Tu Trai has clearly become much more bustling. She is lively and clever, and likes to tease me. Usually, I was teased by her until my face turned red, while Ta Tan Tran sat next to me, pursed his lips and smiled. Even the book in hand forgets to turn. I thought that after searching for so long, I could finally live my days in peace. Until that day, Ta Tan Tran had to go out, so only Xuan Dao and I were left in the hospital. She gave me a cup of tea. After drinking, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I discovered I was locked in a dark secret room.

“Are you awake?”

Ta Lan Dinh turned around and looked down at me from above. After several months of not seeing him, his face was haggard, his body had lost a lot of weight, and he was surrounded by a heavy gloom. I instinctively took two steps back. Seemingly hurt by that action, he stepped up and grabbed my wrist, squeezed my chin, bowed his head and tried to kiss me.

“Psst…”

Ta Lan Dinh wiped the blood from his lips and looked at me in disbelief. In those long, narrow peach blossom eyes, there was only gloomy stubbornness.

“You bit me?”

"Thin Tuyet, are you protecting that cripple?"

"Can he do it? Can he satisfy you?"

“The young master is a gentleman!”

“A gentleman?”

Ta Lan Dinh curled his lips and smiled coldly, suddenly throwing me hard against the wall.

“Jingling” sound.

The brooch on my head fell down. He bowed his head and looked. Then, he stomped on the brooch, pressed it into the mud, and crushed the flower inlaid on it.

“Is such a clumsy brooch worth wearing on your head every day?”

“Just because that cripple gave it to me?”

"Thing Tuyet, you belong to me. The cold apricot on your body is also mine. No one is allowed to touch it!"

Is he because of that painting?

"Bac Han Mai has been destroyed! Second master, please let me go!"

“Canceled?”

He twisted my arm, pressing my face against the wall. When he saw the dark red burn on his shoulder blade, the bottom of Ta Lan Dinh's eyes were bloodshot.

“How dare you!”

“Who gave you permission to do it? position?"

He went completely crazy. He directly used the chain to lock me.

“It's okay. The painting is destroyed, but you still exist. I will raise you again.”

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I started a hunger strike. I refuse to continue working on his canvas. Can't live, can't die? Ta Lan Dinh squeezed his mouth and forced the food down. I tried my best to resist and vomited all over him. He rubbed his eyebrows, the anger around him could not be suppressed.

“What kind of magic potion did that damned cripple give you?”

“Young Master…”

I lie on the ground, breathing weakly. In my mind, I saw that elegant, jade-like person. He has never given me the soul potion. He just sees me as a human being. He's really good. Ta Lan Dinh lost patience and threw the bowl into Xuan Dao's hand.

“The two of you are closest to each other. You advise her!”

“If you can't convince her, you'll stay here with her forever!”

He waved his sleeve and left. The secret room door slowly closed. Xuan Dao knelt next to me. Like many years ago, she hugged me and gently comforted me.

“Thin Tuyet, listen, eat a little. Don't torture yourself.”

I just feel disgusted.

“Go away!”

I used force to push her away, red eyes and questioned:

“Why?”

Why do you treat me like that? She tried to pull the corners of her lips, smiling extremely sadly.

“I don't want to continue being bought and sold again.”

“In the days at Di Hong Vien, I don't want to live even one more day!”

She pulled up her sleeve. It was covered with shallow and deep scars.

“You have a good fate. The second young master could not bear to leave his sister. On the wedding night, the young lady sold us all, but he asked the old lady to keep you alone!”

“The young master also treated me well. You clearly don't ask about life, but you're still willing to help me!"

"Even though I was afraid that you would be bored, you still bought me to be your friend!"

“No matter who you follow, you can live a good day! But I'm not like you. I'm not the same!”

“I can only rely on myself!”

“The second master said, as long as I help him, he will pay me the contract to sell himself!”

“Thin Tuyet, consider helping your sister once, okay?”