Chapter 9 — Pregnant with the President's child

I folded up that schedule and stuffed it under the sofa cushion. Then open the food ordering app, order a Malatang (spicy mixed hotpot). Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Not a shipper. It's Tan Bac. He stood at the door, expressionless, holding up his phone.

“Miss To, boss Bui said—during pregnancy, it is forbidden to eat hot, stimulating foods.”

The Malatang in my hand almost fell to the ground.

“How does he know?”

Tan Bac pointed up at the door... Camera. I looked at that tiny black half-sphere, my pupils shocked.

“He installed a camera to follow me?!”

“It's not surveillance, it's security surveillance cameras—”

“Tan Bac, tell Bui Dien.”

I took a deep breath, hanging on every word.

"If he still supervises me ordering food, tomorrow I will go eat hot pot. That kind of nine-compartment hot pot. The broth is so spicy that it smokes."

The corner of Tan Bac's mouth finally couldn't hold it anymore and twitched. He bowed his head and sent a message. A few seconds later received a response.

“Boss Bui said—”

“Say what?”

“He said he would ask a nutritionist to research a non-spicy Malatang.”

Me: “…” Comment: 【Malatang is not spicy, it's boiled vegetable soup blanched in clear water, nothing else hahaha!】 I slammed the door. When the food arrived, because I was irritated, I deliberately added two spoons of chili. While eating, I inhaled the spicy taste, but refused to stop. This feeling of being controlled by someone... Not good. Extremely uncomfortable. To Duong, I have lived 25 years in this world. Besides my mother, no one can control me. Bui Dien, what status do you have? Just based on your 2,400— oh, my 1.6 million yuan? Alright. It seems like he really has a real personality. But I'm not convinced.

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【Chapter 5】 The conflict broke out on the 12th day after moving in. That afternoon I snuck out of the apartment complex and went to the milk tea shop two streets away. Order a super-sized cup of pearl milk tea, full of sugar, and add pickled taro. Just took the first sip... Tan Bac's phone called. I don't listen. Ring again. Still don't listen. The third time, it was not Tan Bac who called. The number was strange, but the comment gave me the answer— 【Bui Dien personally called, the woman who helped her is dead haha.】 I stared at the strange number string on the screen, took another sip of milk tea, and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

It's not a question, it's a statement. Bui Dien's voice came from the receiver, low and calm, but carrying an undeniable oppression.

“Drink milk tea.” I answered honestly.

“Full road?”

“… How do you know?”

“Your spending history will be synchronized to Qin Bac device.”

I almost put a cup of milk tea on his face. Oh wrong, he's not here.

“Bui Dien.” The first time I called him by his name, "Aren't you being a bit too generous?"

“Consuming too much sugar will increase the risk of gestational diabetes.”

“I only had one drink!”

“Change to sugar-free.”

“You—”

“To Duong.” His voice was still calm, but contained a non-negotiable meaning, "I don't want to argue with you about these three trivial matters. You can go out, but you must take Qin Bac with you. You can drink milk tea, but less than 30% sugar. This is the final limit."

My hand holding the cup of milk tea was covered in blue veins. Comment: 【Bui Dien - the control freak is online hahaha!】 【He's not a control freak, he's a control freak control the two eggs in her stomach.】 【If the female supporting character knew that in the original plot Bui Dien couldn't even control the female lead, now she's managing her every single cup of milk tea, I'd be laughing to death.】 I took three deep breaths.

“Okay.” I said.

“Yes.”

“Then I'll hang up.”

“Put that milk tea away.”

“I know.”

I hung up the phone. He lowered his head to look at the cup of taro pearl milk tea full of sugar in his hand. Then in one breath, suck it all dry. Vacuum clean and not a drop remains.