Chapter 8 — The House Without Me

He glanced at Duong Chi.

“Miss Duong said, boss Chu has agreed to the new plan.”

Chu Tu Bach frowned.

“I only told the design team to continue optimization, but did not approve wall removal on site.”

Duong Chi's face became even whiter.

"Tu Bach, I thought you agreed to let them change the plan, which means you agreed to do the construction."

Her voice trembled.

“It's because you don't understand.”

"Don't blame me, don't blame the workers, it's all my fault."

She admitted her mistake so frankly, which on the contrary made it inconvenient for outsiders to pursue further. Chu Tu Bach looked at her for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Go out first, this place is not safe." He handed Duong Chi to his assistant, then came next to me.

“Hold out your hand.”

I didn't move. He directly grabbed my wrist. Seeing the blood in his palm, his face darkened.

“If you were injured, why didn't you say anything?”

“It's just a skin injury.”

“Wood chips can rust.”

“Wood cannot rust.”

I withdrew my hand. Chu Tu Bach suddenly became speechless, went back to the car to get the first aid box, and then pulled me to sit down in the hallway. He used tweezers to remove the wood splinter, moving very carefully. Before, my favorite thing was seeing him bow his head to treat my wound. It was like no matter what happened, he would be by my side. But right now, the pillar that almost collapsed above my head is reminding me. His gentleness is only for cleaning up the aftermath. Never intended to prevent damage from occurring. The antiseptic water touched the wound and my fingers curled in pain. Chu Tu Bach immediately calmed down.

“Just be patient.”

After wrapping my bandage, he raised his head and looked toward the east wall.

“In such a dangerous place, why didn't you make it clear before?”

I was stunned.

“What?”

“Duong Chi doesn't understand architecture, workers only build according to drawings.”

“If you knew this wall was unbreakable, you should have made a clearer sign at the scene.”

“Tu Bach.”

Duong Chi hurriedly walked over.

"It's my fault, it has nothing to do with you."

The more she was like that, the more helpless Chu Tu Bach looked at me.

“I don't blame you.”

“But I'm the person in charge of the project, I can't just write professional requirements in the file.”

“Not everyone understands.”

I stared at him.

“So, I opened two site meetings, marked with red paint prohibiting dismantling, and requested that all changes must be signed by me.”

“Isn't this enough?”

Chu Tu Bach was silent. The person in charge of construction mumbled: "Miss Duong has indeed warned me over and over again." Duong Chi bit his lips tightly.

“Sorry.”

"It's because I saw that you kept disagreeing, so I wanted to destroy the wall first, then let you see the actual effect."

This time, even Chu Tu Bach frowned.

"Who taught you what to do first?"

Duong Chi's tears immediately fell.

“I just want to make the gallery good.”

“I've been abroad for several years, and everyone says I'm here today thanks to the Duong family.”

“I want to prove that without needing to be from the Tang family, I can do something well.”

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her voice fading.

“Forget it.”

“This gallery was originally not mine.”

“I won't do it anymore.”

She turned and left. Chu Tu Bach reflexively followed two steps forward. Then stop again looked back at me. I suddenly really wanted to know. This time, will he stay? Even if it's just staying to solve this accident caused by Duong Chi. But he just told me: "Wait until I get home and then talk." Then chase her. The hospital door closed. Uncle Luong squatted next to the broken crossbar and laughed coldly.

“What are you talking about?”

“Tell me, why don't you use your body to block the wall?”

I lowered my head to look at my bandaged hand. The bandage wraps very nicely. Chu Tu Bach has always been good at treating wounds.