Chapter 4 — Red Card with Name N

“That year we were too young and too stubborn, so we missed each other.” “But Duat Ngon, in the years we were apart, there wasn't a day that I didn't miss you.” “It's clear that we loved each other so deeply, I couldn't stand by and watch you marry a woman you didn't love.” Tri Thien Thien began to recall the good memories between them. Holding hands walking on a tree-lined avenue in country M, going to country D to ski together on Christmas, kissing under the cherry blossom trees in country R... Tham Duat Ngon's throat moved slightly. The old stories she repeated appeared before her eyes one after another. He was almost moved. He opened his mouth, intending to say something. But before he could speak, the phone ringing interrupted. The name of an old high school classmate appeared on the screen. He picked up the phone, the voice on the other end was extremely enthusiastic. "Duat Ngon, congratulations, congratulations! Wishing you a happy wedding!" "Unexpectedly, among your classmates that year, you were the last to get married. What a waste of this handsome face." "But it must be said again, we are truly destined." "Your bride's name and my wife's name both have the word Thien..." Hearing this, Tham Duat Ngon was immediately stunned. "Which word Thien? Look at it." Is it wrong?" The old classmate didn't understand what was going on. He turned the invitation over and over again. "It's not wrong. The bride's name is Tri Thien Thien, right? I didn't see wrong, right?" Tham Duat Ngon's voice also trembled. "What is Tri Thien Thien? My fiancee is Lam So Anh!" The old classmate was stunned. "Could it be that the invitation was printed wrongly?" Where is it?" Tham Duat Ngon immediately found the number of the wedding organization and called. The call was quickly connected. "Hello, hello, we are Hoa Duyen wedding planning company. May I ask what you are calling to consult?" Tham Duat Ngon tried to suppress his anger and said in a low voice: "What kind of work do your employees do? Even the bride's name can be written wrongly." "If you make such a basic mistake, I advise you to change jobs soon." The employee was suddenly scolded and immediately panicked. "Please. Sorry, what's your name? I'll check again here..." "Tham Duat Ngon." The employee kept typing on the keyboard. "Mr. Tham, is that right?" "Groom Tham Duat Ngon, bride Tri Thien Thien. Do you need to change something?" Tham Duat Ngon immediately got angry. "What Tri Thien Thien? Who allowed you to register your name so arbitrarily?" The employee was startled and replied awkwardly "Mr. Tham, please calm down. We are not mistaken." "Last week, Ms. Lam, your colleague, contacted us, saying the bride's name needed to be changed to Tri Thien Thien." "She also specifically told us that you are busy with work, there is no need to confirm with you." Tham Duat Ngon's face immediately turned pale. "Which Ms. Lam?" The employee replied: "It's Ms. Lam So Anh. Isn't she your colleague?" Tham Duat Ngon's face turned white. Duat Ngon completely lost his temper. "What colleague? Lam So Anh is my fiancee!" "Huh?" The staff clearly had not had time to react. "These things were all said by Ms. Lam alone. Sorry, we have not clearly verified the next steps." "Mr. Tham, how do you plan to handle this matter?" Tham Duat Ngon's head rang, he hung up the phone directly. He contacted other friends who had received invitations. He took turns asking on the invitation they received, who was the bride's name. Everyone's answer was the same. It's Tri Thi Thien, not Lam So Anh. After asking all the questions, Tham Duat Ngon fell limply onto the sofa. How is this possible? Why did Lam So Anh arbitrarily change the names on their wedding invitation? He found the email box

Lam So Anh's son, frantically sent a text message to her. "Lin So Anh, what do you mean by changing the name on the invitation to Tri Thien Thien?" "There must be a limit to your anger. Have you ever thought about my feelings?" "Tomorrow is the wedding. If I don't find out today, are you planning on making everyone look at me as a joke?" "Where are you? The phone is off, WeChat is not answering, I Do you want to worry me to death?" But no matter what he sent, the messages still sank like rocks into the sea. Finally, he couldn't help but lower his voice. "So Anh, can you answer the phone? Even if we have a conflict, can't we meet and talk?" He was only met with silence. A long, suffocating silence. It was not until late at night that Tham Duat Ngon finally accepted the fact that Lam So Anh had disappeared. He looked everywhere he could think of, places where Lam So Anh was likely to go. He returned to their house, entered the password, and all of her belongings were gone. He went to Lam So Anh's company, the human resources department said she had completed the resignation procedures. He ran to the cafe and bookstore she often frequented, but couldn't find any clues. In the end, he could only desperately tell everyone: