Chapter 8 — Old Love Knocks on My Door

I picked it up and discovered that all were photos of my younger brother taken with a beautiful girl. There are photos of us eating ice cream cones, walking around together, and there are photos of us sitting on a giant ferris wheel. They both smiled extremely sweetly, surrounded by pink bubbles of love. I don't know when, I was infected with that joy. I didn't expect my younger brother to be so lucky. The future sister-in-law is so adorable! At first, Quy Da was full of confidence. Looking at me smiling innocently, not worth the money at all, he immediately lost his words.

"Why are you so happy? Is it possible that you can ship your husband with another woman?"

The corners of my mouth really can't be pressed down:

“Don't you think the two of them are a good match?”

“…Are you angry to the point of confusion?”

Quy Da took out a stack of divorce papers.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's normal for you to be angry now. After the divorce, it will be okay."

He pointed to the signature:

“Baby, just sign your name here.”

I pushed the divorce petition aside.

"This is not urgent. Do you have any other photos or videos? Show me more."

Quy Da touched my forehead:

“Are you okay?”

"But don't worry, baby, he and this girl can't be a couple. She's the daughter of his company's boss. I've sent someone to tell her the truth. By the time you divorce, I'll make him lose both money and income."

“What?!”

I jumped up and grabbed Quy Da's collar.

18

The love story between my younger brother and my future sister-in-law can be said to have succeeded thanks to Quy Da, and almost failed because of Quy Da. Being officially accepted early has created more opportunities for the two to interact. But right at the decisive moment, the person Quy Da sent to expose the truth was about to step in front of his sister-in-law. Quy Da quickly called. The other person forced himself to change his sentence:

“The man in front of you is already married…”

to:

“The man in front of her... is an excellent young man with comprehensive development in virtue, intelligence, body, beauty and work.”

My brother texted me, saying he encountered a psychopath on the way to work. I replied: 【It doesn't affect the two of you dating.】 He was surprised: 【Sister, how do you know I'm dating?!】 I laughed ha ha, hiding my merits and reputation. This is my younger brother's first love. If I ruin it, he can go home and show me how to swing with his neck. Quy Da was extremely happy. He no longer opens his mouth to call "blond hair", every sentence he calls "brother-in-law golden retriever". He hugged Dai Trang and kissed him several times:

“Your father is about to have his glorious return!”

That night, he wanted to move into my house. I strictly refused. In the past, I still remember how good Quy Da was at tormenting others. Now there is my younger brother in the house. Things that destroy good customs and traditions absolutely cannot happen. I told Quy Da to obediently stay at home, I would come over when I had free time. At first, Quy Da agreed. But later, he gradually became dissatisfied with the frequency of my visits. After an intimate session, he lowered his eyes and muttered in a low voice:

“Baby, you make me feel like a concubine waiting for you to turn over the cards.”

My fingertips draw circles on his chest:

"What's wrong? I will visit you often."

He grabbed my hand that was making a mess, his eyes filled with self-pity:

“When you sleep with me, you think of me as a dog to train practice. At least you have to give me the same treatment as Dai Trang, right?"

I asked:

“Do you want to have flesh and bones to gnaw on every day?”

He turned over and pinned me down, looking down at me fiercely:

“Yes. I want to gnaw on the bone that is you every day.”

“Two hundred fifty-six days.”

“Tong Chi Ninh, we have been apart for two hundred and fifty-six days. There isn't a day that I don't miss you.”

“So, from now on I don't want to be apart from you ever again.”

Side story To strengthen his position as "Queen", the first person Quy Da tried to please was his younger brother-in-law golden retriever. I don't know where he got a huge amount of money to buy a bunch of limited edition sneakers in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, every pair is ugly and painful. He built a wall of shoes in Giang Tu's room. That cruel aesthetic completely hit my younger brother's heart. When Giang Tu returned, he was so touched that he almost called Quy Da his father. That's not the end yet. Previously, Giang Tu once begged me to buy a motorbike. Quy Da also easily bought it for his brother-in-law. I really can't look anymore.

“He wants the moon, will you pick it up for him too?”

Quy Da shook his head:

“Can't pick the moon.”

Then he gently added:

“But I bought my brother-in-law a house in Moonlight Bay.”

Me: “?” At this point, the big mountain that prevented Quy Da from being close to his wife was finally moved. But I am a nostalgic person and am used to living in an old house, so I don't want to move to Quy Da's big villa. Quy Da expressed complete understanding. Then he called the construction team over. Destroy all apartments above, below, left and right. My small house of ninety square meters was forcibly expanded to over four hundred square meters. It turned out that the other wall was not a load-bearing wall. Now everything is replaced with load-bearing columns. It seems that my understanding is shallow. From then on, the Queen and his Majesty lived in a house that was like a maze. They lived a happy life.

“Wait.”

At the end of the story, I interrupted:

“In the past, wasn't your family about to go bankrupt and needed you to get married in order to save the family company?”

Quy Da was busy kissing my face continuously like a chicken pecking rice:

“That's right.”

I don't understand:

“So how was the company saved in the end?”

He kissed and replied:

“Commercial marriage.”

I pushed his mouth away:

“You got married commercially?!”

“What do you think?”

Quy Da laughed lowly, bent down, picked me up on his shoulders, and strode toward the bedroom.

“I'm not married.”

"I took my father to marry someone else's mother."

(End)