Chapter 8 — The Night Before My Wedding, I Disappeared

Tong Ky Uyen drove to my company. The receptionist recognized him and was a bit surprised when she saw him panting and running in.

“Mr. Tong, are you here to find Director Tham?”

“Yes, which conference room is she in?”

Tong Ky Uyen wiped the sweat from his forehead and strode inside.

“Mr. Tong… don't you know?”

The receptionist quickly stopped him.

“Director Tham completed the resignation procedures three days ago.”

Tong Ky Uyen's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Quit one's job?"

“Where is she going?”

"We don't know about this either. We only heard that they are going abroad for advanced studies."

Tong Ky Uyen felt difficulty breathing. He leaned his hand on the reception desk, his knuckles turning white from squeezing too hard. Three days ago. Isn't that exactly the day you changed your plane ticket? It turned out that she had planned everything in advance. Completely unaware. He staggered out of the company building. The sunlight was so bright that it hurt his eyes. He took out his phone, unwilling to call me again. Still shutdown. Suddenly he remembered something and immediately called the wedding company.

"Hello, manager Ly? I'm Tong Ky Uyen. I want to ask about our wedding next month..."

“Ah, Mr. Tong.”

The voice on the other side was quite cold.

“Miss Tham herself came to cancel the wedding the other day.”

“Canceled?!”

Tong Ky Uyen's voice suddenly rose.

"Why did you cancel? Isn't the deposit already paid?!"

“Miss Tham said…”

“Without a groom, there is no need to organize any more.”

“She has also paid the entire fee for breach of contract.”

Tong Ky Uyen's arms fell helplessly. The phone fell to the ground. The screen broke into cracks like a spider web. He finally realized... Tham Van Thanh was not angry. But really... I don't need him anymore. Miao Xiaoxiao took a taxi to his company. Seeing Tong Ky Uyen standing blankly on the side of the road, she quickly ran over and took his arm.

"Ky Uyen, don't scare me..."

“Is Ms. Van Thanh angry with me so she left home?”

Her eye sockets were red, looking like she was about to cry.

“It's all because of you…”

"You shouldn't wear her clothes, you shouldn't ask for that house..."

"Can you stop being angry? I'll move out now..."

Tong Ky Uyen turned his head to look at the face that once made him feel pitiful. He felt extremely frustrated. It's the kind of frustration that can't be contained. He forcefully pushed Miao Xiaoxiao's hand away. Mieu Hieu Xao was so stunned that she was stunned, tears rolling around her eyes.

“Mr. Ky Uyen…”

At that moment, an inner-city courier stopped the tram in front of them.

"May I ask, are you Mr. Tong Ky Uyen? This is your express application, please sign it."

Tong Ky Uyen unconsciously signed his name and tore the document bag open. Inside fell two stacks of papers. The first episode… Is “Sponsorship Termination Agreement”. Above is a clear record of every amount of money I have sponsored for Mieu Hieu Xao over the past ten years. Living expenses. Training fee. Total: 478,000 yuan. The last line of the agreement reads:

"I, Tham Van Thanh, from today officially stop all forms of sponsorship for Ms. Mieu Hieu Xao. All previous expenses are considered gifts and do not need to be refunded."

The second set of papers... Is a stack of printed photos. Top plate is the selfie of Mieu Hieu Xao wearing the main wedding dress, resting her head on Tong Ky Uyen's shoulder. Tong Ky Uyen stared at that photo. That's the picture Miao Xiaoxiao once sent me. On the back of the photo is a line written in red marker.

“This dress suits her quite well, I'll give it to her as a gift.”

Slender handwriting. It's my words. Tong Ky Uyen's hand began to tremble violently. Those papers felt like they weighed thousands of pounds... They were so pressing that he could barely breathe. He finally understood... Why during those days, I didn't cause trouble or question. Because a long time ago… I've seen it all. I was like an audience member standing outside watching a play... Calmly watching him clumsily play the role of lover in front of me. Quietly withdraw from his life.