Chapter 11 — Pregnant With Ex-Boyfriend

At first, when I came back, it was because I wanted to save my life, for my child, and because I didn't want to give Ha Duat Xuyen to someone else. But now, looking at him drinking until he vomited, looking at him being humiliated and still protecting me, looking at him staying up all night looking for documents, my chest tightened painfully. These cheesy words. I was speechless. Must have a hard mouth.

“I don't like her anyway.”

The bottom of Ha Duat Xuyen's eyes widened a bit.

“I don't like her either.”

My ears are hot.

“Who asked you this?”

He laughed lowly, helping me adjust my seatbelt. On the way back to the apartment, Lam Nhuy An sent another message. [Duat Xuyen, I'm just worried that you're sinking deeper into dependence due to psychological trauma. Khuong Tu once abandoned him, his current stubbornness is not necessarily love.] I read every word, my chest felt like it was being pricked by countless needles. Dependence due to psychological trauma. She considered Ha Duat Xuyen's feelings for me a disease. When I got home, I pulled out the reunion agreement and slammed it on the table. Ha Duat Xuyen was pouring water for me, his movements stopped.

“What are you doing?”

“End it soon.”

His face darkened.

“Khuong Tu.”

"What Lam Nhuy An said makes sense. Now you treat me well, maybe just because I'm unwilling, maybe just because I'm pregnant."

He put down the glass of water.

“Do you want to treat her words like a knife, stuck in my body?”

My throat tightened.

"I'm afraid you'll regret it later."

Ha Duat Xuyen picked up the agreement. I thought you would sign it. The next second, he tore the paper in half. I was stunned. He tore each page into shreds and threw them into the trash.

“I don't want any more deals.”

He walked in front of me, his eyes red.

“Khuong Tu, I want to have a reputation.”

My heart pounded. At this moment, the phone rang. The hospital called. As soon as I picked up the phone, the urgent voice of the nurse came.

“Miss Khuong, there are problems with your follow-up examination report, please go to the hospital immediately.”

I tightened my grip on the phone.

“What's the problem?”

The other end of the line paused for a second.

“The report shows that the fetus and Mr. Ha are not related by blood.”

22

When I got to the hospital, my legs were limp. There were many people standing outside the clinic. My parents, Quy Van Chau, Lam Nhuy An. Ha Duat Xuyen held my hand, his palm was hot, but his fingers were cold. My mother rushed forward with red eyes.

"Khuong Tu, what's going on?"

I opened my mouth. But no sound came out. Lam Nhuy An placed a report on the table. White paper and black ink. Exclude blood relations. I kept my eyes glued to those words, my vision darkening in waves. Quy Van Chau stood next to him, his voice very gentle.

"Tu Tu, don't be afraid. If it really belongs to you, I will take responsibility."

I turned my head to look at him.

“Shut your mouth.”

He frowned.

"I was drunk that night, there were many things I couldn't remember clearly."

Ha Duat Xuyen squeezed my hand. I panicked and turned to look at him.

“Ha Duat Xuyen, I don't have it.”

He looked at me, his eyes deep.

“Here I am.”

With just these two words, tears threatened to fall from my eyes. My father threw the report down in front of Ha Duat Xuyen.

"See clearly? Is it worth confronting the Khuong family for the sake of a child of unknown origin?"

Ha Duat Xuyen bent down to pick up the report. The paper was crumpled and wrinkled in his hand. Lam Nhuy An spoke softly.

"Duat Xuyen, reporting may be a bit cruel, but that's fair to you. You shouldn't be tied down by an unhealthy relationship."

“Fair?”

Ha Duat Xuyen chuckled. He raised his hand, in front of everyone, tore up the report. Scraped paper fell to the floor. Lam Nhuy An's face changed. My father shouted loudly: "Ha Duat Xuyen!" Ha Duat Xuyen pulled me behind him, his voice cold as ice.

“Whoever the baby belongs to is not determined by this piece of paper.”

Quy Van Chau's face was extremely unsightly.

“You really are lying to yourself.”

Ha Duat Xuyen glanced at him.

"Even though I'm not really related by blood, I still accept the baby she gave birth to."

My whole body was shocked. He continued to say: "Khuong Tu is mine. The child in her womb is also under my right to protect." My mother covered her mouth, tears falling freely. My father was so angry that his face turned blue. Lam Nhuy An's fingertips trembled slightly, but quickly regained her composure.

“Duat Xuyen, you are too impulsive.”

Ha Duat Xuyen stared at her.

“Doctor Lam, who was involved in this report? I will investigate each item clearly.”

Lam Nhuy An's face stiffened for a split second. Very short. But I saw it. The stream of comments filled the entire screen. [Crazy, Ha Duat Xuyen ripped up the script again.] [Why is he willing to wear a fake blue hat like this?] [Can't crush the plot anymore, the male lead's position has started to move.] Ha Duat Xuyen took me out of the hospital. After the car door closed, I burst into tears. He hugged me, his hand patting my back gently.

“Khuong Tu, don't be afraid.”

I grabbed his shirt.

“You really don't criticize me?”

He bowed his head and kissed the top of my head.

“I just criticized them for being noisy.”

Upstairs at the hospital, Lam Nhuy An stood by the window, making a phone call.

“Second option, start ahead of time.”

23

After returning to the apartment, I couldn't stop crying. Ha Duat Xuyen sat on the edge of the bed, letting me hold his collar tightly. I cried one sentence, he answered one sentence.

“Ha Duat Xuyen, I really don't.”

“Yes.”

“I didn't do anything wrong with Quy Van Chau.”

“Yes.”

"Before, you had a bad mouth and bad temper, and you even kicked me."

“Yes.”

I angrily raised my head.

“Can you just say yes?”

He looked down at me, his eyes glowing red.

"I'm afraid if I say too much, you'll cry."

My tears fell again.

“Were you really bad before?”

Ha Duat Xuyen's throat moves.

“A little.”

I raised my hand to hit him. He didn't shy away, but instead grabbed my hand and pressed it to his cheek.

“But you're not good either.”

“Where are you not good?”

He smiled very faintly.

“Poor, gloomy, jealous, highly possessive, and always wants to hide you.”

My nose is stinging.

"At that time you called me poor."

“Yes.”

"I hate the small room I live in."

“Yes.”

"And he said he didn't dare take me out to introduce him."

The bottom of his eyes darkened. My heart ached, I rushed to hug him.

“Ha Duat Xuyen, I'm sorry.”

His body stiffened. I pressed my face against his chest and heard his heart beating strongly, beat by beat.

“Now I don't criticize anymore.”

He asked in a low voice: "Because of the baby?" I looked up at him.

“For you.”

The room was quiet. He looked at me for a long time, then suddenly leaned down and kissed me. This kiss is very light. As if afraid of breaking me. I was not satisfied, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down. His breathing immediately became disordered.

“Khuong Tu, don't make trouble.”

“I'm not messing around.”