Chapter 2 — Spring Falling On Red Dress

"Auntie, if you have anything to say at home, don't raise your hand in the house." In my previous life, I was touched for many years just because of this small protection. Now I just feel ironic. You can protect my face. But never protected my heart. Manh Thu Binh burst into tears. "Bach Xuyen, don't blame Thanh Chi. He lost his mother when he was young and was spoiled by his aunt. How can a marriage be said to be canceled? Tomorrow when he wakes up, he will know he was wrong." She cried just like my biological mother. But the nails holding my arm dug deep into my skin. "Go home." My father tried to keep his voice low. "Don't continue to embarrass yourself." As soon as the two words "losing face" were uttered, Bach Tri Duong coughed softly. Tong Bach Xuyen immediately turned around. "It's cold outside, you go home first." She looked at me, wanting to say it again. "Bach Xuyen, don't argue with Thanh Chi. It's just that she cares too much about you." Those words were like a bucket of dirty water poured straight down on my head. All of my reasons for breaking the marriage were turned into jealousy and anger by her. My father's face became even darker. "Tang Thanh Chi, follow dad home." When his arm was grabbed by him, Tong Bach Xuyen did not stop him anymore. Bach Tri Duong led the car and stood next to him. The two of them were only half a step apart, as if they had been used to standing next to each other for a long time. The lights in the building turned on one by one. I was pulled out of the crowd by my father, my shoe heel hit the stone steps, making a harsh sound. 3 Returning to the Tang family, the lights in the main house were so bright it was blinding. As soon as Manh Thu Binh closed the door, the crying immediately disappeared. "Kneel down." Dad sat at the Bat Tien table, his hand tightly holding his pipe. The pipe bag had not yet been lit, but the pipe stem continuously tapped on the table, making "clack" sounds. My step-sister Tang Van Hoa leaned against the door of the inner room, wearing my old sweater, her eyes shining brightly. "Sister, you are too impulsive. Regiment Commander Tong is such a good person, no matter how many girls line up, they don't even get their turn." Her mouth was admonishing, but her fingertips were wrapped around the sleeve of the sweater, as if she was waiting to see how I would be punished. "You don't kneel." Dad raised his eyes. "Say it again." "You are the best." intend to cancel this marriage.” The pipe was thrown next to my feet. Manh Thu Binh shouted, rushing forward to support his father's arm. "Mr. Tang, don't get angry and harm your health. Thanh Chi is not ignorant, just confused by that dress. A grown daughter, it's inevitable that she likes to dress up." Every word she said seemed like she was conciliating, but every word pushed me towards being flirtatious and frivolous. "The dress was bought by dad." Manh Thu Binh's cry was choked. Dad's face also changed. That red dress was something he brought back when he went to the city for a meeting last year. He said that when she was young, my mother liked the color red the most, and if Thanh Chi wore it, she would definitely look like her. After that, Manh Thu Binh said the red dress was too bright and not suitable for an unmarried girl, so I always kept it at the bottom of the trunk. Wearing it today is not to attract anyone. But just to remind myself that before I married Tong Bach Xuyen, I was also a girl who others expected to live a brilliant life. "Dad, Tong Bach Xuyen forced me to stand in front of the gate of the military family area until dark." Dad's hand stiffened. "Just because of this dress." Tang Van Hoa pouted. "People also only want the best for you. The Song family has strict rules, after getting married, you have to change no matter what." change.” “If you like the Song family's rules, you can take them.” The room fell silent. Tang Van Hoa's face was sometimes red and sometimes white. Manh Thu Binh's face immediately darkened. "Thanh Chi, what nonsense are you talking about? How old is Van Hoa? Don't do it."

ruined his reputation." "She's only one year younger than you." Those words hit Manh Thu Binh in a sore spot. Normally, she always said that Van Hoa was still a child, I had to give up eating eggs, I had to give up when buying cloth, I had to give up even the makeup box my mother left behind. But when it came time to find someone to marry, she stared at Tong Bach Xuyen, praising him for his future, praising the purity of the Tong family background. In my previous life, when I suffered the pain, I later When she got married, the thing she said most often was: Thanh Chi, hold on, don't involve your father. "That's enough." Dad rubbed between his eyebrows. "This marriage was decided by me and your Uncle Tong. If you don't want to cancel it, it's canceled." "After Uncle Tong's sacrifice, the Song family's life was not easy. It wasn't easy for Bach Xuyen to rely on himself to get to where he is today." "It wasn't easy so he could trample you?" Dad looked at me. His eyes were both surprised and angry at being insulted. "Tang Thanh Chi, you weren't so bitter before." His chest felt like someone had punched him hard. It wasn't like that before. Before, Tang Thanh Chi would swallow all the resentment for his father's dignity. For the sake of her reputation as a good wife, she would consider Bach Tri Duong's needle-like words to be because she was thinking too much.