Chapter 4 — The Day I No Longer Need You

He said: "Thuong Vu Dong, tomorrow morning I will fly early to Shanghai. I will probably never come back here again." The phone suddenly rang, bringing my thoughts back. The calling number seemed a bit familiar, but I couldn't remember it for a moment. I picked up the phone, and it was assistant Tong Ky Tham's voice.

“Madam.”

The assistant's voice sounded extremely respectful and cautious.

"The story is like this, tonight Mr. Tong drank too much when receiving guests, and just now he vomited."

“The hangover soup the maid cooked for him refused to drink it, saying it didn't taste right.”

“Madam, can you go home…”

I directly interrupted him: "If you don't want to drink hangover soup, then take hangover medicine."

“I'm not the Song family's nanny, and I'm not a doctor.”

“Don't come to me for things like this in the future.”

"That's right, by the way, please urge Mr. Tong about the divorce."

“Madam…”

The assistant was about to say something, but was interrupted by Tong Ky Tham's deep angry shout: "Who told you to call her?"

“Assistant Truong, your guts are getting bigger and bigger now.”

“But General Tong…”

“Shut your mouth, my matter has nothing to do with Thuong Vu Dong, if you still do what you want, submit your resignation yourself.”

I was too lazy to continue listening to these words, so I hung up the phone directly. Without any ripples in my heart, I conveniently blocked Assistant Truong's number. Chapter 5 At one o'clock in the morning, I suddenly woke up. Open WeChat to find Giang Kien Tham's account. Married to Tong Ky Tham for the past six years, we have never sent each other a single holiday greeting. But his profile picture still uses the photo from more than ten years ago——a small, crudely sculpted wooden horse. It was the first work I carved when I was inspired to learn wood carving, then gave it to him as a gift. I stared at that profile picture, couldn't help but laugh, but I laughed and then suddenly shed tears. I sent Giang Kien Tham a message on WeChat: "Jiang Kien Tham, my tooth hurts so much, I can't sleep." Above the chat box, the words "typing" quickly appeared, but no message was sent for a long time. Just as I waited until I fell asleep, the WeChat notification tone rang.

"I bought the medicine for you, the shipper will deliver it later."

I was stunned for a moment before answering: "Oh." Giang Kien Tham didn't text back anymore. I held the phone tightly and was no longer sleepy. It's just that I don't have any more messages from your side. About forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I lazily got out of bed and opened the door. But the door opened, and the person standing outside was not the shipper, but Giang Kien Tham with a tired face.

“Jiang Kien Tham?”

I stood still. He was still carrying the medicine bag in his hand, without much expression on his face.

“Does that tooth still hurt?”

I nodded bewilderedly. He put down the medicine, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and disinfect.

“Open your mouth and take a look.”

“I'm not a dentist…”

“Dear Vu Dong, every time I have a toothache, is it not your fault that I handle it?”

After he said this, we both paused for a moment. We haven't seen each other for six years. Giang Kien Tham's face was a bit cold, but his hand movements were still there same gentleness. He forced me to sit down on the sofa, face up and open my mouth. Long, slender fingers expertly touched my usually painful wisdom tooth. But actually this time, this tooth was not swollen, red or infected at all. Giang Kien Tham glanced at me, then slowly withdrew his hand.

“Thuong Vu Dong.”

He took antiseptic wet tissue, wiped each finger clean, then lifted my face and lowered my head.

“Fool me.”