Chapter 7 — On the wedding night, my husband took his blind assistant to the wedding bed. I directly canceled the engagement

“Don't laugh at my daughter.”

Having finished speaking, he bowed deeply. The bridge of my nose is stinging. Tears almost fell. But I still tried to hold back. Tham Nghien looked at me. Only now did he seem to truly realize... Things were completely out of control.

“Wen Tang.”

“Go change your clothes first.”

“I'll take you home, let's talk privately.”

I calmly replied:

“There's nothing more to say.”

Tham Nghien lowered his voice:

“Your father's factory order... do you really not need it anymore?”

I looked at him.

“Are you threatening me?”

Tham Nghien frowned.

“I'm just reminding you to face reality.”

“Today I can let go of my anger.”

“But tomorrow, the On family will be crushed to death by debt.”

“My father's health is not good.”

“My younger brother is still in school.”

“Do you really want the whole family to pay the price just because of your impulsiveness?”

Lam Man also stood up. Tears were still on his face.

“Sister... General Manager Tham really wants the best for you.”

I laughed.

“Want good for me...”

“So on the wedding night, he took you to the wedding room?”

Tham Nghien's face immediately darkened. The chatter in the stands grew louder and louder. I returned the microphone to the MC, picked up my dress and walked out. As soon as I reached the door, a middle-aged man wearing a gray suit stepped forward to block me. His attitude was extremely respectful.

“Miss On, the car is ready.”

I looked at him, a bit surprised.

“Uncle Tran?”

“Why are you here?”

He just quietly replied:

“The old lady didn't feel secure, so she asked me to come pick you up.”

Hearing the words 'old lady', Tham Nghien immediately frowned.

“Which old lady?”

Uncle Tran did not answer him. He just quietly opened the car door, bent down and said to me:

“Please Miss On.”

Tham's mother also chased after her.

“Wen Duong, what are you doing?”

“In the On family, what else does the On family have besides that tattered factory?”

Uncle Tran raised his head and calmly looked at her. Those eyes were not cold at all. But... Tham's mother seemed to have a lump in her throat and couldn't say another word. From beginning to end, there was still no explanation. Before the car door closed, Tham Nghien walked in front of me.

“If you walk away today, don't regret it later.”

I looked straight at him.

“The one who will regret... won't be me.”

Lam Man gently held Tham Nghien's arm and said softly:

"A Nghien, let her go. Ms. On is just angry."

"Wait until she understands that leaving the Tham family means losing everything, then she will return."

Through the car window, I looked straight at her.

“It's best... you should pretend to be blind for the rest of your life.”

Her face immediately stiffened. The car slowly rolled out of the hotel. As soon as they reached the gate, countless flashes of reporters flashed simultaneously. I leaned back in the chair. Uncle Tran sat in front and quietly asked:

“The old lady texted me to ask... do you want to take action now?”

I looked at the Tham family's hotel, still brightly lit behind the glass doors.

“Not yet.”

Uncle Tran looked at me through the rearview mirror.

"Tonight, the first thing the Tham family will do is definitely find a way to hide the news."

I curled my lips slightly.

“Just let them hide.”

“The harder you press it... the more it will hurt when you turn it over.”

The next morning. I returned to the On family's house to change into my wedding dress. As soon as I entered the living room, I saw the table filled with debt collection letters. My father stayed up all night. He sat on the sofa, holding a cigarette I have a cigarette in my hand but I can't light it. My younger brother, Wen Du, rushed home from school. The backpack was still on his shoulder, his face full of youthful indignation.

"Where is that bastard Tham Nghien? I'll go find him!"

My father shouted softly:

"What are you doing there? It's just going to cause more trouble."

On Du's eyes were red.

"He bullies my sister, does he think I'm still in the mood to go to school?"

I walked over and took the backpack off her shoulder.

“Go back to school.”

“I won't go.”

"When you go to school, I can rest assured to deal with these matters."

Wen Yu gritted his teeth.

“Sister... will something really happen to the factory?”

My father's voice was hoarse:

“This morning, the Tham family stopped paying for two shipments.”

“The bank is also pressing very urgently.”

On Du was so angry that he cursed. He picked up the glass of water on the table, then gently put it down again. Maybe you're afraid of breaking it and having to spend money to buy a new one. I looked at the pile of debt collection letters on the table.

“Let me see the factory books.”

My father was stunned.

“Why are you looking at that?”

“I know a little.”

On Du immediately became impatient.

“Sister, what are you still trying to do at this point?”

“You draw beautiful designs, but that doesn't mean you know how to manage a workshop.”

I raised my head to look at her.

“Who said I only know how to draw?”

My father looked at me for a long time. It seemed he wanted to ask something. But in the end, I still swallowed it back. At that moment, the doorbell rang. Khuong Hoa carried her breakfast bag and walked in. As soon as he opened his mouth, he cursed:

“The Tham family is truly shameless.”

“The news is out.”

“They said you lost control of your emotions before the wedding, misunderstood Tham Nghien with his female assistant, and even pressured her to the point that old wounds reopened.”