Chapter 16 — Pregnant with the President's child

Thinking of this, my hand touched my stomach again. The curvature is slightly raised and warm. The two little creatures inside don't know anything yet, and are still silently growing up.

“Don't be afraid.” I said softly, “Mom is here.”

After saying that, I was stunned. Mom? When did I start using this title? Didn't we say that after giving birth, we would hand it over to Bui Dien? Didn't I say— I only need visitation rights? The comment passed by one line, quietly: 【Woman, you have changed.】 That's right. I have changed. When did it start? Since seeing the ultrasound photo? From the moment you hear the fetal heartbeat? Since when my belly gets bigger every day? Or was it from the moment Bui Dien put that ultrasound photo in his chest pocket? I do not know. But I know one thing... 5 million can't buy me. Even 50 million can't buy it. Because what I want now is not just visitation rights anymore. I took out my phone and sent Bui Dien a text message. 【Got for a prenatal checkup today, everything was normal. Also, your great uncle-in-law just came to see me.】 The message was sent in 3 seconds. Viewed. 5 seconds later the phone called.

“What did she say to you?”

Bui Dien's voice could no longer maintain its usual calm demeanor like the calm waves of the ocean. I can hear it— zeal. A kind of enthusiasm that is suppressed to a very low level, but does exist.

“It's no big deal.” I leaned against the railing, deliberately using a relieved tone, "Give me 5 million, tell me to go away after giving birth."

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds. Then came a sentence—

“You agree?”

I rolled my eyes and glared (even though he didn't see).

“Bui Dien, do I look like the kind of person who can be chased away with 5 million?”

“…”

There was silence again. But the silence this time was different from before. Before, there was cold silence, following business practices. This time… It was like a burden had been lifted.

“I know.” He said, "Let me handle this matter. Next time she comes looking for you, just let it go."

“Um.”

“Also—” he hesitated, “remember to bring Qin Bac with you when you go out.”

This time I won't refute.

“Okay.”

Hang up the phone. Standing on the side of the road, the night wind blew, the coldness of late autumn made me much more alert. I'm To Duong, 25 years old. No background, no support, the money in the bank card was all given by Bui Dien. In the Bui family's chess board, I can't even compete with one piece. But I have something they all don't— I can see comments. I know the direction of the plot. I know who the enemy is, who will strike when. And they... Don't know that I know these things. This is my trump card.

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【Chapter 9】 Bui Dien's "treatment" came very quickly. The next afternoon, the comments let me know the result— 【Bui Dien called Tran Van Chi to his face in the family chat group, saying that if anyone still arbitrarily contacted To Duong, he considered it a provocation to the subordinate, and he had to bear the consequences.】 【The old man clearly showed his support for Bui Dien right in the match. The leader's side was angry but didn't dare to make a sound.】 【Tran Van Chi angrily smashed a tea set, Bui Can standing next to him couldn't help but advise him.】 I was lying on the sofa biting melon seeds, looking at these comments, I was in a good mood like never before. It turns out that there is support in this feeling. Although Bui Dien is not for me. It's because of the child little. But the effect is the same. There's someone blocking the front, it feels... not bad. Mid-bite, the doorbell rang. I thought it was the maid or Tan Bac. Open the door— It's Bui Dien himself. Standing in front of the door, carrying a bag.

“Why did you come?” I was a bit surprised. Normally he never takes the initiative to come to this apartment.