Chapter 3 — The President Was Kidnapped By Bach Nguyet Quang

Thinking about the possibility of him being angry enough to kick me out of the house, I really burst into tears. Tong Chi pursed his lips and, as always, quietly took me home and cooked me hangover soup: "Tran Thu, wait until you wake up, let's talk." That was the last sentence he left before leaving my room that day. Only when he's angry does he call my full name like that. Half because I was afraid to face him, half because there was no other way. That night, I secretly followed that rich young man and flew to Northern Europe, leaving only a letter. The letter was full of hateful words, criticizing him for being poor, old, saying that I never loved him, just joking around to pass the day. There was no other way — the system threatened that if I didn't follow the script and leave, I would have bad luck all my life, my business would fail, and I wouldn't be able to earn a penny. Who can stand it? The next day, as if nothing had ever happened, Tong Chi sent me the progress and plan of the Northern Europe project. It was as if I had just gone on a business trip abroad. From then on, I gradually believed the system's words: I was just a white moon light cannon fodder that appeared in less than three chapters. The NPC cannon fodder doesn't deserve to have the male protagonist's heart fluttering. “Seven male models, where are you going to find them?” Tong Chi's low, pleasant voice pulled me out of my absent-minded thoughts. "It's not urgent, General Manager Tong. I'll let you know when I'm done choosing." I leaned over and looked out the window. The system glanced over, its voice like a sigh: "Host, the male protagonist is angry, please maintain the current state, fighting!" I turned my head in surprise to look at Tong Chi's stern, emotionless face. It's strange... I did all sorts of things to humiliate him in front of the crowd earlier and got no reaction. Why are you angry now that you don't do anything? “General Manager Tong?” I hesitantly spoke up to try to probe. As a result, Tong Chi's face became even colder. I was like a child who had just found a new toy switch and began to play tirelessly: "General Manager Tong, are you very busy with your daily work?" “General Manager Tong, when will my year-end bonus be paid?” “General Manager Tong, did you and Bach Thanh Thanh quarrel?” “General—” “Tran Thu.” Red light ahead, Tong Chi slowly stepped on the brake. His voice was hoarse, as if he was trying to control something. "I'm not close to Bach Thanh Thanh. It's just because she looks a bit like you that I look a little more closely." I raised my hand to sign "OK": "Got it, I understand everything." Isn't that the classic opening of a substitution story? I thought Tong Chi's house must be in the city center, otherwise it would be a luxury suburban villa. Unexpectedly, he drove the Maybach back and forth, and finally... turned into the boarding house that had been our torn home during the most difficult years. He stopped the car next to Aunt Hai's three-wheeled vehicle in the apartment next door. The sun poured down like a waterfall, spreading all over the road. Tong Chi went first, I leisurely followed, deliberately stepping on his shadow. Just for a moment, I felt like I was back to that day in high school. Tong Chi, as my guardian, came to the parent-teacher conference for me. On the table is a letter that teachers asked students to write to send to their parents. When it was time to read the letter, small sniffles echoed throughout the classroom. The teacher also teared up, her emotional voice was high: "Let's invite the teacher Your brother ranked first in the class – Tran Thu – read the letter he wrote to his parents!” Tong Chi calmly stood up and read for five minutes straight, causing the whole class to clap loudly. Only I know, my letter is pure white, with only a single hastily written line: [Just read for a while, don't let me find out you haven't written anything.] After the meeting, Tong Chi didn't take me out to celebrate like every time I ranked first. Which drove me straight home. I raised my hand into a fist, punched his back, walked behind him and deliberately stepped on his shadow to vent my anger. But when he turned back, I immediately smiled brightly like a flower: "Dear, you are so handsome! Let me heart you!” Tong Chi: “……” That motel room hasn't changed much. It's just... Tong Chi and I are no longer the kids we used to be. It turns out, this is called — “things remain, people are different.” 6 When Tong Chi walked in wearing a loose bathrobe, I had already changed into my pajamas, lying on the bed while surfing Douyin and watching some "Buddhist male god" videos. "Dressing so tightly, are you having a secret?" I had just finished typing a comment I was about to send when I was startled because he suddenly sat down on the edge of the bed. “General Manager Tong—” I pointed towards the door, but the “Dogs and brothers are prohibited in the room” sign that I once hung had now disappeared. That's when I noticed - the sheet and blanket I was lying on had been changed to the type that Tong Chi usually used, and even had a hint of his signature scent. Could it be that after all the years I've been abroad, Tong Chi has always slept in my room? After three years of not seeing each other, the skin on my brother's face seemed to have thickened quite a bit. “Tong Chi, are you a pervert? There's no shortage of rooms in the house. If I don't sleep in my own room, I sleep in my sister's bed. Go out!" I gently pushed him, but Tong Chi immediately turned around and bent my arm back, making me face down on the soft mattress. “So it's already a pervert? It's even more perverted, do you want to try it?" My mother favored men over women, and after giving birth to my younger brother with my stepfather, she almost ignored me. From elementary school until now, Tong Chi has spent most of his time playing the role of an adult and taking care of me. In addition, he is a true tyrannical tycoon, saying one thing and one thing, never saying two words. Even though I'm usually sassy, I'm always a little afraid of him. But for some reason, even though Tong Chi's voice was cold, I could still hear the unconcealed self-pity, making the fear in my heart completely disappear. “Come! Let's see what you dare do!” I struggled like a fish out of water, my arms and legs wrapped around Tong Chi like an octopus. He originally hated physical contact with people of the opposite sex, so I often used this trick to make him hate it, and it never failed. Tong Chi frowned, then took the opportunity to hug me in his arms, his voice as light as the wind: "Don't talk nonsense." Me: ??? What is it? This is not like Tong Chi I know! Shouldn't you immediately push me away from you, then give me a bone-chilling look? I was not satisfied, so I reached out and grabbed his chin, slowly moving closer. Warm breaths mixed together, suffocating. The bathrobe, which was already loose, was now pulled even more askew by me, revealing my perfect abs, making people breathless. Even more beautiful than the "Buddhist male gods" I just saw. I swallowed my saliva, constantly chanting “Amitabha Buddha” in my head to restrain myself from trying to hook it one. “Tran Thu, what else do you want to see?” "What those models can do, I can do too. What they can't do, I can learn." My brother… is seducing me. As soon as that thought flashed, my head exploded. I found it funny, my face turned red and my heart beat uncontrollably. This is the first time, in a teasing game, I lost to someone as rigid as Tong Chi. “I'm going to sleep!” I quickly flipped the blanket over and crawled inside, covering my head. A moment later, I heard the door gently close. Tong Chi has left - but in this tight space, his scent still pervades, making people feel confused and restless. I tossed and turned until two in the morning before I felt a little sleepy. I was about to go to the bathroom for a moment when I opened the bathroom door and saw a shadow of a person. I was so scared that I almost fell over and immediately ran straight back to my room. I don't dare to think, why did my brother... take a cold shower in the middle of the night? Just like before, after the time I proactively kissed him, he said: "Let's talk tomorrow." Even without the coercive system, I still don't have the courage to listen to... what you really want to say. Netizens who eat melon are wrong. From beginning to end, the person who held unrequited feelings and never dared to cross the line was me. Tong Chi is truly a moon that is too far away to reach, a white moonlight that cannot stain my heart.