Chapter 1 — The night before the marriage registration day, my fiance returned my household registration book

The night before the wedding registration, my fiance returned my household registration book.

"Tieu Tinh, tomorrow's marriage registration is temporarily canceled. Dao Dao is emotionally unstable, I have to go stay with her."

"I've signed you up for a tour to Yunnan. You can go relax for a few days."

I calmly received the household registration book and nodded slightly. He felt like a burden had been lifted, smiled and praised me for understanding. He didn't know that I never went to Yunnan. I brought the household registration book back to my parents, and at the same time received the decision to mobilize to join the medical team supporting Xinjiang. This time, I won't even say goodbye to him. He turned around and went into the bedroom, gathering a few changes of clothes. Then drove all night to Lam Dao's house. The moment the door closed, I took out my phone. Call the wedding planning company.

“Hello, the wedding is on the eighth of next month, please cancel it for me.”

The customer service staff was stunned.

“Miss Tong, if you cancel now, the deposit will not be refunded.”

"No need to complete. All scene decorations were also removed."

Hanging up, I continued to contact the hotel I had booked in advance. Cancel all fifty banquet tables. After that, I sent a WeChat message to my best friend who would be the bridesmaid.

"The wedding is cancelled, no need to try on bridesmaid dresses anymore."

Her phone immediately rang.

"Tong Tinh, are you crazy? The invitations have been sent out, and now you say you won't get married again?"

"Chu Trach went to take care of Lam Dao. He said he was postponing the marriage registration."

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds, followed by a series of breathless curses.

"Chu Trach is such a bastard! I knew right away that he and that green tea girl weren't done yet!"

“You wait, I'll go deal with him right now!”

I quickly stopped her.

"There's no need. Getting your hands dirty for that kind of trash is not worth it."

Hanging up, I took out a file from the drawer. That was an application to join the Xinjiang medical team sent out by the city hospital. Initially, I refused the dean. Because I have to prepare for the wedding. Now it seems that even God is helping me make a choice. Without hesitation I signed my name on the last page. Then put the application in your pocket. I changed clothes and took the car to my parents' house. At twelve o'clock at night, I knocked on the door. My parents put on their coats and walked out, their faces full of surprise.

"Jing Jing? Why are you back here in the middle of the night? Where is Chu Trach?"

I placed the household registration book on the tea table.

“Dad, Mom, I'm not getting married anymore.”

My mother's face immediately turned pale.

"What happened? Aren't you two going to register your marriage tomorrow?"

I told the story of Chu Trach coming to find Lam Dao. My father got angry and threw the cup hard on the ground.

"This is too much! Does he really think that there is no one in our Song family?"

I held my father, preventing him from going to Chu Trach to settle the matter.

“Dad, there's no need.”

"Green melons picked and pressed are not sweet. He already has someone else in his heart, even if he gets married, it's all about flying chickens and barking dogs."

“I have decided to participate in the hospital's Xinjiang relief project.”

My mother's eyes were red.

“Xinjiang is so far away, the conditions are harsh, can you bear it?”

"It's good to go practice for a while. Anyway, it's better than staying here, looking at them every day makes me nauseous."

I hugged my mother.

“Mom, be quiet mind. Your daughter is someone who used to wield a surgical knife, she's not that weak."

That night, I slept very well. There was no snoring sound from Chu Trach. There is also no more noise from him receiving Lam Dao's phone call in the middle of the night. Early the next morning, I went to the hospital. Bring the signed application form to the dean of the department. He was extremely surprised.

“Doctor Tong, aren't you getting married soon?”

“Not getting married anymore. Dean, I can leave at any time.”

The dean patted my shoulder.

“Okay. Xinjiang is lacking people with core expertise in cardiovascular surgery like her. I will immediately do the procedure.”

Leaving the dean's office, my phone vibrated. It's Chu Trach's WeChat message.

“Tinh Tinh, last night Dao Dao was in a very bad mood. I was with her all night.”

“I have emailed you the flight tickets for the tour. Just go out and relax for a few days. When you come back, I'll bring you a gift."

I don't answer. Open your circle of friends. The first post is by Lam Dao. The photo shows two bowls of steaming seafood porridge. Next to it is a hand with long, slender joints meticulously peeling shrimp. The watch on my wrist was the birthday gift I gave Chu Trach last month. The status line reads:

“Even when I'm sick, I still have someone to pamper me like a child, so happy.”

I laughed coldly. Without hesitation, he stopped Lam Dao. Only then did he reply to Chu Trach's message.

“Okay. Just stay by her side for good.”