Chapter 2 — The Boss Wants To Be Nam Tieu Tam

Netizens below saw through everything and directly commented:

“I just see a crazy jealous soul.”

"Honestly, OP, you just hate people who add WeChat and not you, right?"

The owner of the article almost immediately replied, every sentence and every word was unwilling and stubborn:

"I've never even talked to her! Yet they blatantly added WeChat to each other."

“No matter what, I'll make them all work overtime tonight.”

I stared at the screen, my spine immediately cold. I immediately caught the point. This person in the company must have a significant position, possibly even a direct superior, otherwise how can he just say a random word and make everyone work overtime? But I remember my brother's superior was a married man, bald, with a beer belly... Actually, at first I was hesitant, afraid that my brother's reputation would be affected, and wanted to find an opportunity to quietly clarify the misunderstanding. But looking at this extremely stubborn appearance of the article's owner, I completely dismissed that idea. If he knew the truth, with this crazy state, God knows what he would do. Now I don't dare to think too much, I'm afraid that I will be clung to by such a perverted married man, and even if I want to escape, I won't be able to escape.

3

A few days later, I still gave my brother food like before, just every step was more careful. I didn't dare to look around, but I couldn't help but secretly observe, but I still couldn't determine who was hiding in the dark. That day, I had just sat on the bus when I received a phone call from my sister-in-law.

“Tieu Bao, are you in the car yet?”

“My brothers said he suddenly had to go on a business trip this afternoon, so I told him to bring his ID card to him on the way.”

But I was already on the bus, the door was closed, getting off the bus and getting back was really annoying.

"Then let's leave it, otherwise I'll make another trip. I don't know why, recently you guys have suddenly been busy. We've had to work overtime, now we suddenly have to go on a business trip..."

Hearing this, I felt a little guilty. Anyway, the person who initiated the overtime issue was most likely the person who posted the crazy love-filled post. Waiting for me to get off the bus, from the other side of the street, I carried a thermos box and looked from afar and saw my brother - that blind lover - rushing out like a gust of wind, hugging my sister-in-law, bowing his head, kissing and rubbing the top of her head, sticking together like no one else. I stood across the street, speechless and turned away, silently rolling my eyes wide in my heart. It's really unbearable. During the day, how many people look like that? But right now. Behind me, suddenly, a low, restrained voice slowly rang out, carrying a little bit of barely perceptible tears, falling into my ears, neither too heavy nor too light:

"He's being so intimate with another woman right in front of you, aren't you angry?"

My heart jumped, I unconsciously turned around. What caught my eye was a tall man with elegant temperament and straight figure. The suit is neat, the eyebrows are deep and the eyes are deep, standing in a crowd especially stands out. I looked at that familiar yet dazzling face and almost blurted out:

“Senior Ngon Tham?”

Ngon Tham was clearly startled, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes, his voice carried a bit of confusion:

“You know me?”

I looked at him, My heart rate somehow got faster by half a beat, but my face smiled naturally and obediently:

"Of course I know, senior. I also graduated from Ngu Trung, my name is Tan Thien. You are very famous at school. When you were in 12th grade, I was only in 10th grade. You are an idol in the hearts of many of us girls."

I stopped for a moment, deliberately pretended not to hear anything, tilted my head and blinked, looking innocent and asked again:

"Oh right, senior, what did you say just now? The wind is so loud, I can't hear clearly..."

The tears in Ngon Tham's eyes faded a bit, the corners of his lips gently curved into a faint smile, his voice softened:

“Nothing.”

His eyes fell on the thermos box in my hand and he softly asked:

“Why did you come here?”

"I came to give food to my family." I replied calmly.

“Family members?” He repeated softly, his eyes slightly lowered.

“Um.” I nodded and threw the question back at him: "But senior, why are you here?"

He raised his hand to point at the imposing office building across the street, his voice calm:

“I work here.”

I was just about to say a few more words when the phone suddenly rang, it was my sister-in-law asking if I was here yet. I quickly picked up the phone and replied, "I'll be there soon". I raised my head to look at Ngon Tham and smiled a little shyly:

"Senior, I have something urgent to do and have to go there first. Can we add a contact method? Let's talk later."

A hard-to-notice light flashed in his eyes, and he very decisively took out his phone. After exchanging WeChat, I waved to him and quickly grabbed the cooler box and ran towards the company, but my heart was pounding in my chest. With just that sentence, I can almost confirm that Ngon Tham is the one who posted the post. It turns out that people on the internet are crazy stubborn, secretly in love with their "coworker's wife", and can also make my brother work crazy overtime, not just any bald boss with a beer belly. But the distant, unreachable idol of my high school days.