Chapter 6 — Ten Years of Love, His Proposal Was Just a Bet

“Uncle Tong.”

Luong Thuat's voice suddenly turned cold. Tong Vien Chau's smile stiffened on his face. Luong Thuat looked at him, his eyes were calm, but carried a kind of oppression that made people shiver:

"Pho Chi Ha is my girlfriend, and will also be my fiancee and wife in the future."

“If Uncle Tong can't even give this bit of respect, then there's no need for our two families to cooperate anymore.”

The expression on Tong Vien Chau's face changed continuously, as if he wanted to get angry, but tried to swallow it back. He has been in business for thirty years, a scene he has never seen before. But the eyes of this young man Luong Thuat reminded him of the image of the Luong family's grandfather when he was young - the cruelty that said one was one, not respecting anyone. He smiled awkwardly twice, trying to lighten the atmosphere: "Luong Thuat, what are you saying, I didn't mean that—"

"What Uncle Tong means, I understand clearly in my heart." Luong Thuat picked up the tea cup and took a small sip.

"From now on, the cooperation between the two families is due to my grandfather's respect for old friendships. In the past, the Song family helped the Luong family. My grandfather has remembered for thirty years, what should have been paid has been paid a long time ago."

He put down the tea cup and stood up: "The recent events are making a lot of noise everywhere, and Grandpa is very unhappy. Uncle Tong, instead of worrying about my marriage, should think of a way to make Grandpa stop being angry." Tong Vien Chau's face completely darkened. He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say another word. This young man was not negotiating, but informing him. And he really has no capital to turn around. Luong Thuat lifted his foot to leave, but Tong Vien Chau took a deep breath and called him back: "Luong Thuat—"

“Uncle Tong stopped walking.” Luong Thuat never looked back. "I don't want to eat anymore, the company still has work to do."

As he walked to the door, Tong Y's voice came from behind: "Let me see you off." Tong Y chased after him in high heels, walking side by side with him on the stone path of the Tong family. The streetlight cast long shadows of two people, interfering with each other, then separating again.

"What you said just now," Tong Y tilted her head to look at him, there was a questioning tone in her tone, there was also a trace of emotion that couldn't be clearly expressed, "Was it sincere, or was it just provoking your father?"

Luong Thuat did not answer. Tong Y walked a few more steps, then suddenly stopped: "Luong Thuat, do you still hate me?"

“What do you hate me for?”

“Hiding from the kiss.” Tong Y looked at him, her eyes rarely looked serious. "Five years ago, you ran away, I was laughed at by everyone, and the Luong family's dignity was trampled to the ground by you. Have you always kept this matter in your heart, so you deliberately said those words in front of me?"

Luong Thuat stopped walking and glanced at her, very faintly.

“No,” He said, “That was a long time ago.”

Tong Y stared at his expression, trying to find some hidden trace of unwillingness, but found nothing. He really doesn't care, not because he's generous, but because he doesn't care.

“So why did you refuse?” she asked. "Your father proposed getting married, I didn't agree, isn't it because I still hate you?"

Luong Thuat turned around and faced her. The streetlight shined on his face, suddenly sometimes blurry, making it difficult to see emotions clearly.

“I told you, I have a girlfriend.”

Tong Y chuckled: "Stop it, do you like her?"

"You like her, so why do you still cooperate with my family? Your family is the enemy that caused her family to fall apart. I like her, shouldn't I help her get revenge?"

Luong Thuat looked at her and did not immediately respond. That look made Tong Y uncomfortable - a kind of looking down from above, like looking at a child who thinks he's smart but actually doesn't understand anything.

"Let's go." He withdrew his sight and continued walking.

Tong Y was stunned on the spot, then woke up half a day later and hurriedly chased after him: "You still haven't answered me." Luong Thuat had already pulled the car door open. Hearing that, he turned his head to look at her. His eyes carried a lazy indifference, as if he didn't even want to answer this topic. He sat in the car and slammed the door. The car rolled out of the Tong family's house and into the night. The neon lights outside the window flashed by one after another. Luong Thuat leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, but his mind automatically replayed Tong Y's previous question over and over again: "You like her, so why do you still cooperate with our family?" He silently answered once in his heart, but found it unnecessary. Tong Y will not understand. People like her, consider love as everything, think that if you like someone, you have to fight the whole world for that person. Too naive. People like them, every step is carefully calculated. Family, interests, each piece placed on the chessboard, are much more important than an individual's joy, anger, and sorrow. Prefer? Of course I like it. But he will not, because of that desire, shake the situation that has been doing business for several generations. If one day the Song family collapsed and the hedge collapsed, he would not hesitate to push the boat to see them off. By the way, take revenge for Pho Chi Ha. But now, in a situation where the two families are deeply tied, he absolutely will not take action. As for the debt to Pho Chi Ha, he will use another way to make up for it. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Except for that one thing. The car stopped in front of Trung Vien gate. Luong Thuat stepped down, his eyes glanced at the swing on the porch. In the night wind, it swayed slightly, the wooden planks made a small creaking sound. He stood silently for a moment, suddenly remembering Pho Chi Ha's appearance when sitting there. She likes to curl her legs up and crouch on the swing like a cat. Every time he came home, she jumped down from the swing, ran to help him put away his bag, and whispered: "Why are you home so late today?" Entering the office, the old butler was cleaning up documents. When he saw him return, he seemed hesitant and wanted to stop talking.

“Say it.” Luong Thuat took off his tie and threw it on the table.