Chapter 4 — The Daughter No One Chose

Giang Hang always disliked me, so I decided to go to the library to study. “Giang Khe, stay away from Tran Le.” As soon as I entered, I was warned by Giang Hang. I put down my bag and slowly answered: "I can't do it." "Also, don't make things difficult for Tran Le, otherwise don't blame me for telling your parents, saying you formed a clique and bullied your classmates." In everyone's eyes, Giang Hang studied well, was handsome, and was the proud son of heaven. But in my eyes, he is just a rich boy, arrogant and unruly. During the National Day holiday, Giang Duy Nhat participated in a city-level dance competition. On stage, the girl in a ballet dress was as graceful and graceful as an elf in the forest, attracting everyone's attention. Giang Duy Nhat won the championship, eldest brother Giang Khai came to congratulate her, Giang Hang also held a big celebration party for her. In the dining room, I sat next to Giang Duy Nhat. When the waiter brought the dish, he carelessly spilled hot soup on my hand, even Giang Duy Nhat next to me was hit. Before I could react, Giang Duy Nhat burst into tears: "Mom, Dad, I'm in so much pain." Giang Hang walked over, immediately pushed me away, nervously staring at her hand. “Unique, it's okay, let's go to the hospital right away.” Giang's parents were also confused at that time, completely ignoring me standing next to them. Everyone followed Giang Duy Nhat to the hospital, the room immediately became quiet, only me. I went to the pharmacy alone to buy a tube of ointment. At this time, the street lights were flashing, the streets were noisy, and I didn't know where to go. “Giang Khe, what are you doing!” I was sitting dumbfounded on a park bench when Tran Le suddenly appeared. “What's wrong with your hand?” I was just about to answer when he discovered something unusual. Not wanting to bother him, I quickly hid my hand behind me, smiled and said: "It's okay." "You're burned to the point of blisters and you still say it's okay? Go to the hospital right away." He turned cold and insisted on pulling me away. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor frowned slightly when he saw my hand and said angrily: "Why didn't you come early? It's infected now, it could leave scars in the future." “It's my fault, blame me for not finding out in time.” Tran Le quickly apologized, admitting all the blame. This is the first time I've seen him lower his voice like that. After finishing treating the wound, I took out some change from my pocket and gave it to him: "For now, I'll pay you this amount in advance, I'll give you the rest later." I know that in order to help me pay my hospital bills, all the money he earned in the past few days was gone. “Jiang Khe, aren't we friends?” Tran Le did not accept it, but was still a little angry. “If you really feel embarrassed, then invite me to eat a bowl of noodles!” Tran Le and I went to a noodle shop together. “Jiang Khe, why did you get burned?” Tran Le opened his mouth to ask straight to the point. Seeing his concern, I couldn't help but say: "Tran Le, are only children who can cry allowed to give candy?" I put my head on the table and sobbed, "Tran Le, my hand hurts so much, it hurts so much that I want to cry." Obviously I understood very well, why did everyone ignore me? Just when I thought he would be scared by me, he gently patted my head, smiled and said: "In my memory, Giang Khe is very good, you are the only person in my heart." “Thank you.” I burst out laughing through my tears. In progress While eating noodles, Giang's mother called. She sounded very tired on the phone: "Tieu Khe, are you not home yet?" “I'm eating out.” "After eating, go home early. It's not safe outside. Duy Nhat's hand is burned quite badly. Your parents and brother won't be coming home tonight." Giang's mother hung up the phone. I looked at my tightly bandaged hand and couldn't help but laugh. Because we weren't on the same route, I told Tran Le to just drop me off at the bus stop. Not long after, the bus slowly arrived. Before getting on the bus, Tran Le stuffed a bag of candy into my hand. “Giang Khe, if you want candy in the future, I will buy it for you.” The young man smiled and waved at me, at the same time making a promise that made my heart flutter. When I got home, I was about to go into the room to wash my face when eldest brother Giang Khai's room door suddenly opened. He asked me: "Tieu Khe, have you just come back?" "Yes." I took my hand back from the door handle and turned around to answer. "Girl, don't stay out too late, everyone will worry... what's wrong with your hand?" He was halfway through speaking when he suddenly discovered the wound. “Burned.” “You were burned, why didn't you say anything?” Only then did he react, frowning slightly, a bit confused. "Do I have a chance to speak? As soon as I heard Duy Nhat cry, Giang Hang immediately pushed me away. In your eyes, there is only her, I don't need to embarrass myself." I couldn't help but express the pain in my heart, my eldest brother is not like the childish Giang Hang, maybe he will understand me. “Tieu Khe, you are too sensitive.” "I know Giang Hang is a bit immature, but he doesn't really hate you. Because Duy Nhat has always clung to him since he was a child, that's why he's afraid of her leaving, so he shows his attitude towards you." It turns out that my resentment in his eyes was just too sensitive. “Honey, I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room first.” I didn't want to hear anything more, so I turned around and left. Giang Duy Nhat returned the next day, with Giang Hang and Giang's parents by his side. "Tieu Khe, your eldest brother just told us your story this morning. At that time, the situation was so chaotic that we didn't pay attention to you for a while. How's your hand?" Giang's mother walked up to me, her eyes looking apologetically at my hand. I remained silent and did not speak. "This girl is really serious, she didn't say a word when she was burned. We are your relatives, how can we ignore you?" Ba Giang couldn't help but speak, his voice carrying blame. Giang's mother shouted softly: "Giang Chinh Nguyen, stop talking." She took me back to my room, perhaps because her tone was too gentle, so I finally said what I had hidden in my heart: "Mom, I don't like Giang Duy Nhat, can you let her go?" This is the first time I've been so stubborn, but I don't regret it. The room was quiet, a long time later Giang's mother said: "Tieu Khe, you and Duy Nhat are both my daughters, I really can't abandon anyone." "Try accepting Duy Nhat, I really love you. She's not your enemy, you're both good kids, you shouldn't be this stressed." Giang's mother's eyes were red, sincerely advising me. “Mom, I will never accept her.” Even though I lost miserably, I still stood my ground.