Chapter 15 — Pregnant With Ex-Boyfriend

Ha Duat Xuyen appeared calm on the outside, but his fingers were shaking slightly. Three years ago, I criticized him for being poor. Three years later, he laid everything out in front of me, as if he had finally submitted his belated exam. I angrily slammed the stack of documents into his chest.

“Ha Duat Xuyen, are you sick?”

He lowered his eyes and looked at me.

“Yes.”

“Who borrowed it from me to give it to you?”

“That's what I want.”

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away with my money?"

The corner of his lips twitched slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

“Scared.”

My heart felt like he was gently strangling me. He continued: "So I have to give it to you first. Since you've pawned my things, maybe you'll pay more attention to me." Regardless, there are still people standing around. I don't care about face anymore, tears just keep falling.

“For the past three years, have you only learned this?”

“I also learned how to make money.”

“Then give me everything?”

“Let me give you peace of mind.”

I raised my hand and punched his shoulder.

“Rest assured you moldy monkey.”

Ha Duat Xuyen stood still and let me fight. After fighting, I cried until I was exhausted. He reached out, intending to hug me, but seeing Nien Cao in my arms, he sadly held my shoulder gently.

“Khuong Tu, don't cry.”

Nien Cao was also frantic, pressing his two small hands to my face and blowing loudly.

“Mom, shut up, later Nien Cao will also go get money and give it to you.”

I cried and laughed at the same time. My mother stepped forward, her voice choked.

"Tu Tu, can you come home with me? This time I won't stop you guys."

I looked at her, still feeling pain in my heart.

“Mom, I will come back to visit you. But now I have to follow him.”

Tears fell freely from her eyes, but she did not say anything to hold them back. When Lam Nhuy An was dragged away by security, she suddenly stopped walking. Her hair was somewhat messy, and there was no trace of gentleness left on her face.

“Khuong Tu, do you think you won?”

I hugged Nien Cao tightly. She smiled coldly.

“The plot is not over yet. The time when she will die is still up in the air.”

“You will still die.”

Ha Duat Xuyen's face suddenly darkened. I handed Nien Cao to him, then slowly walked in front of Lam Nhuy An. She stared at me, her eyes filled with unwillingness. I waved my hand and gave her a slap in the face. The sound rang out crisply.

“This slap is for me in the delivery room three years ago.”

I looked at her red face.

“As for whether you die or not, I don't mind you worrying.”

Ha Duat Xuyen walked close to me and clasped his hand tightly in mine. His hand was hot, squeezing hard.

“Let's go.”

I nodded. Nien Cao leaned on his shoulder and asked: "Dad, where are we going?" Ha Duat Xuyen turned to look at me, his eyes still red.

“Go home.”

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Ha Duat Xuyen took me back to my old apartment. When the door opened, I stood there in surprise. Three years have passed, and the house still looks the same as before. The pink bed sheet is neatly folded in the closet, the wooden chair I once criticized is still placed next to the bed, and the tape on the window is still there. I walked in and ran my fingers across the table. Not a single speck of dust stuck.

“Do you always keep it?”

Ha Duat Xuyen carried Nien Cao down, his voice a bit hoarse.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He leaned against the door frame and looked I.

"I'm afraid that when I come back I won't find a place."

My tears flowed out uncontrollably. Nien Cao waddled to the edge of the bed and rummaged through a small box.

“Dad, what is this?”

I walked closer. In the box is a copy of the prenatal examination form, the paper edges have turned yellow. Next to it there is also an earring that I forgot here that year. Ha Duat Xuyen bent down to put it away, but I quickly snatched it away.

“Are you still hiding this?”

His ears turned slightly red.

“Don't hide.”

“If you keep it in a box, don't you call it hidden?”

Nien Cao obediently nodded.

“Dad takes it out every day to look at it.”

Ha Duat Xuyen said in a deep voice: "Ha Du An." Nien Cao immediately covered his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh, laugh and then cry again. The comment line suddenly appeared. This time there was no jeering, no shouting. [The plot line has been interrupted.] [Lam Nhuy An's heroine aura disappeared, Khuong Tu's death timeline was invalidated.] [They really changed the original ending.] I looked at those words, my chest slowly loosened. It turns out that people really may not follow the pre-ordained path. Ha Duat Xuyen suddenly knelt down on one knee. I was startled and startled.

“What are you doing?”

He took out a ring from his pocket. The design is very simple, but so beautiful.

“In the past, I couldn't buy good things.”

He looked up at me, the bottom of his eyes containing the pain of three long years, but also the luck of finally holding me tightly.

“I can buy it now, but I still want to give it to you right here.”

My nose is stinging.

"Ha Duat Xuyen, you haven't agreed to marry me yet."

“So you pursue.”

“It's very difficult for you to follow.”

“You have a lifetime.”

I bowed my head to look at him.

"You have a bad temper and often find trouble."

"I'm afternoon."

"In the past, you criticized me for being poor."

"Now I have all the money in my hand."

“I will still cry.”

“I coax.”

“What if I run away again?”

Ha Duat Xuyen's eye sockets were red. His hand holding the ring trembled slightly.

"Khuong Tu, don't scare me with this."

My heart softened into a puddle. I bent down, lifted his face, and touched my lips to his. His breathing immediately became disordered. I deliberately rubbed his lips lightly.

“Ex-boyfriend, pursue me again.”

Ha Duat Xuyen raised his hand to hug my waist tightly, through the fabric of my dress, his palm was hot as if it wanted to burn me.

“Put the ring on first, both pursuing and compensating.”

My face was hot.

“You play badly.”

He laughed lowly, his voice hoarse to the point of being heavy.

“Yes, just being mean to me.”

Nien Cao ran over carrying a small flower basket that he didn't know where he found it from.

“Dad, you haven't put a ring on mom yet!”

I held out my hand. When Ha Duat Xuyen put the ring on my hand, his fingertips gently touched the back of my hand. Very cold, and also very shaky. Comment line last appeared. [In the past, I always said that Khuong Tu was not worthy, but now that I think about it, the character on paper also knows pain.] [Wish you two long-lasting happiness.] [99.] The words fade and then disappear. Ha Duat Xuyen stood up, opened his arms and hugged both me and Nien Cao. The old apartment is very small and narrow. It's so small that when three people hug each other, there's no room left drum. I leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. One beat, another beat. Extremely realistic.

“Ha Duat Xuyen.”

“Yes.”

“We're home.”

He bowed his head and kissed me. This time, it doesn't just stop at the lip line. (Complete set)