Chapter 4 — The Boss Wants To Be Nam Tieu Tam

The next morning, a new post appeared in my circle of friends. It's Ngon Tham's gym photo. Tight black tank top, neat and smooth body lines, wide shoulders and narrow waist, clear abs. Take off your shirt to be firm enough, put on slim clothes, hormones almost overflow from the screen. I stared at those abs, silently exclaiming in my heart: This body is more than enough to use as a washboard. The corners of my lips curled up, obediently liking each song one by one. On the other side, he must be in a lot of turmoil inside. That afternoon, the post was updated again, with a vague and anxious tone:

“I posted a gym photo that only she could see, and she liked it.

What does she mean? Is there some sympathy for me, or is it just a habit of clicking likes? Below, netizens hate that iron cannot become steel:

"Are you stupid? She's clearly flirting with you!"

"A married woman even liked you. You two are not good things, one dares to flirt, one dares to rush!"

Ngon Tham immediately defended me, extremely protective:

"That's not true. She's a very nice person, just quite polite, likes to like others."

Netizens directly scolded him like crazy:

“You are truly worthless!”

I looked at the full comment screen, almost rolling over with laughter. Why is Ngon Tham so interesting? Ngon Tham is really impatient, and is really in too deep. He couldn't hold back anymore and aggressively wrote a sentence in the post:

"I can't wait any longer. I found out that her husband is still having an affair with another girl. I have to let her discover the truth."

Ngon Tham's actions were faster than I thought. The next afternoon, I had just arrived downstairs at the company when I "coincidentally" met him. His face was very heavy, he handed me a photo, his voice was filled with suppressed anger:

"Tan Thien, look at this."

In the photo, my brother hugs my sister-in-law, bows his head and kisses the top of her head on the side of the road. The shooting angle is dangerous, it looks especially shady. Those two blind lovers really just wished they could stick together every second. Ngon Tham saw me looking intently and couldn't help but speak up and remind him:

“Are you okay?”

I came back to my senses and immediately understood, my eyes turned red in an instant, my fingertips trembled slightly, as if I had been stabbed hard, my voice was both soft and hoarse:

“…Who is this?”

The bottom of Ngon Tham's eyes were filled with pain and tears:

"I've seen it several times. He still doesn't tell me."

I squeezed the phone tightly, my knuckles turned white, I lowered my head, my shoulders trembled slightly twice, I looked like I was extremely hurt but still tried not to cry.

“He's been working overtime lately, it turns out... that's how it is.”

Ngon Tham reached out, very lightly touched my arm, then quickly pulled back as if afraid to scare me:

"Tan Thien, he's not worth making you feel sorry for yourself like that."

I bit my lip, remained silent for a long time, and finally shook my head with difficulty:

“No, we... can't break up.”

Can't break up? Ngon Tham's whole body stiffened, his eyes were full of surprise, confusion and pain, almost overflowing.

“He has treated you like that, why do you still refuse to leave him?”

I raised my head, my eyes were red, my voice was crying but extremely stubborn:

“Love affairs are not easy to say cut and cut... I don't do it Okay."

Ngon Tham looked at me, his throat rolling violently, his eyes filled with emotions that were almost collapsing. He didn't force me anymore, just sighed softly. That sigh was filled with heartache and helplessness. That night, that post blew up again. The collapse of the theme can be felt through every word:

“She already knows. Obviously she saw it, but still refused to divorce. How could she be so stupid? Since he treated her like that, what does she still care about? I'm afraid she'll think about it, afraid she'll be alone and quietly sad."

"I can't do anything now, I can only watch over her, afraid something will happen to her."

I looked at the post, my heart felt both tender and itchy. At first I just wanted to tease him a little, but in the past few days of chatting, his seriousness, stubbornness, and reserve really touched my heart. It seems I quite like this style. I seem to like you already. After hesitating for a long time, I sent him a text message:

“Senior, my heart is so chaotic. I don't dare say these words to anyone else, I just want to tell you... I asked you out for a drink, are you bothering me?"

He replied almost immediately:

“Don't bother. I'll go with you.”

When we met, his eyes were full of pain that he couldn't hide. As soon as he sat down, he softly asked:

“Have you eaten yet? Don't drink alcohol on an empty stomach.”

I bowed my head, my voice sad:

“No taste.”

He didn't say more, just quietly poured me warm water, sitting next to me drinking wine little by little. I deliberately drank a little too quickly, and soon my eyes became drowsy, my cheeks heated up, and I leaned against the table as if I was really drunk.

“Senior... I'm really sad.”

"You're obviously so good, why doesn't he appreciate it..."

His voice was extremely gentle:

"It's because he doesn't have eyes to see, it's not your fault."

I shook my head, looked at him dreamily, reached out and gently grabbed his sleeve:

“You treat me so well…”

His breathing stopped. I borrowed the alcohol, my body leaned forward slightly, my eyes fell from his beautiful eyebrows to his slightly red lips. My mind was hot, I went directly over to kiss him. Just a little touch, I wanted to back away.