Chapter 2 — The Queen Does Not Need Love

The chin rests on the hands, the legs are crossed, and on the knees are advanced math exercises. My biological father's roar sounded like it was tearing my ears apart, just reminding me to pay close attention, that Bach Vi Vi is my biological sister. I was starting to feel a little impatient. Even the competitor's son was present, so Bach Hao Dinh's recent actions really made me lose face. So I just tapped my finger on the table, coldly and softly reminded: "My mother's ashes are about to be brought home." As expected, touching is taboo. The next second, Bach Hao Dinh immediately hung up. Ly Binh So raised his head to look at me, the corner of his lips had an ambiguous smile. "Are you done? I'm here... is it bothering you?" Poor, empty-handed men still do not know what to do. So I decided to change my style. If I help a fallen gentleman regain his fortune, will he be so grateful to me that he will kneel down? Last night I was drunk and took him home, but he sat all night on the living room sofa. The next morning, my spirit was refreshed and I smiled politely: "Good morning, boss." I had just finished showering, still wearing a bathrobe, so I walked over and sat on Ly Binh So's lap, lifted his chin, and used an ambiguous tone to tease the immature young man. “This is not a labor contract, but a maintenance contract, do you understand?” He still smiled lazily, but his movements were very conscious, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Understood. Thank you boss for your consideration." I really "let go" of Luc Tri. Erased all contact methods, revoked the villa once given to him, and withdrew all resources given to him. The upper class did not believe it at first. But over time, when I appeared everywhere with Ly Binh So, everyone understood - I was bored, so I changed to someone new. Bach Vi Vi even pretended to solemnly call me a few times, just to show off how much real estate Bach Hao Dinh gave her, and how much Luc Tri loved her. The man I "deeply loved" chose her, and she was pleased with it. I also found it interesting, so I gave her a chance to brag. But interesting is interesting, she absolutely shouldn't touch my clothes casually. I don't like others touching my things. The opportunity for me to return to the Bach family was actually very fortuitous - I almost forgot, Bach Hao Dinh was about to celebrate his forty-eighth birthday. There are more than a dozen dishes on the table, all of which Bach Vi Vi personally cooked. When I walked in, she was helping Bach Hao Dinh punch her back. Luc Tri sat on the sofa, raised his head when he saw me, his normally calm eyes flashed red. But I didn't give him even a single glance. Father is gentle and son is kind, both of them seem not to see me, still naturally talking to each other privately. "I'm about to marry Mr. A Tri, Dad. Mr. A Tri is very talented, can you give him a chance in the company?" I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Luc Tri and I have known each other for ten years, because of him we lost all face, spent money, wasted relationships, even humbled ourselves to pursue, took the initiative to propose, but he never nodded. Now the diamond ring designed by him is in Bach Vi Vi's hand, which in my eyes is very offensive. Bach Vi Vi thought that being recognized by Bach Hao Dinh, he could turn into a phoenix in one step, even if he was just an illegitimate child. confidently consider herself a proud lady. But she is wrong. The word "Bach" in Bach Thi Group does not belong to Bach Hao Dinh, but to me - Bach Tri Phi. That last name was given to him by my mother a long time ago. "Mom only agreed to let her come here to stay temporarily. She never agreed to let her sleep in my room and wear my clothes." I looked at my blood-related father and felt only disgust. Every time Bach Hao Dinh sees me, he erupts in his "super masculine syndrome", thinking that screaming can make him look majestic as a father. "Vi Vi is also my daughter! She's my sister, there's no difference! How about using my things!" Poor men suddenly gain power and all show this face. Every bit of Bach Vi Vi's confidence was also gradually nurtured by Bach Hao Dinh. I didn't bother, I just gently waved my hand back. "Change all the clothes in my room. The damage will be deducted from Bach Hao Dinh's shares." “Yes, miss.” The butler ignored Bach Hao Dinh's shouting and immediately called the servants to start working. In the hall, four people each had different faces. Bach Vi Vi and Luc Tri looked at each other nervously, watching Bach Hao Dinh's dark face. The butler understood and naturally pulled out a chair for me to sit. I leisurely sat down, resting my chin on my hand, slowly picking through the dishes Bach Vi Vi cooked. "To please the old man, are you learning how to cook? Unfortunately, your mother has used this trick before, so it's not necessarily effective. This kind of 'gentle and concubine' technique still needs to be combined with the bed to be strong enough..." "Bach Tri Phi!" Two screams rang out at the same time, one from my father, one from the person who was once my "deep love". Luc Tri sternly glared at me, his eyebrows furrowed into a "piercing" shape, that arrogant appearance was extremely funny. Combined with Bach Vi Vi's self-pitying appearance, it's like a "hero saves beauty" scene. At that moment, Bach Hao Dinh quickly walked towards me, made a "pop" sound, and slapped me straight on the face. The slap sounded loudly, the corner of my lips bled, my face was tilted to one side, and my delicate bun fell apart. My mother left me everything, but with only one condition: I must never lay a hand on Bach Hao Dinh, and must guarantee him a comfortable and wealthy next half of his life. “It's all... it's all my fault!” The moment the slap rang out, Bach Hao Dinh immediately regretted it. But not out of pity, but out of fear that I would take back the last bit of his dignity. “Bang!” The expensive agarwood table was knocked over by me, shattering, and the dishes Bach Vi Vi carefully prepared fell all over the floor. The distance was too close, her long white dress instantly turned into a tangle of "vibrant colors", her white arm was also burned, leaving a scar. But this time, Bach Hao Dinh did not speak up to stop it. Even the butler and servants standing around, no one felt that there was anything wrong with my behavior. “A––a!” Only then did Bach Vi Vi scream in panic. She's so naive, she probably thinks that once Bach Hao Dinh and I tear our faces apart, the position of eldest lady of the Bach family will belong to her. The days and months that want the wind to get the wind, the days that want the rain to get the rain, will start all over again. Her mother used to force my mother to leave, so now she also dreams of forcing me to disappear. But I didn't hesitate what. "Bach Tri Phi. Don't make trouble anymore. Today is your birthday, do you have to make such an unsightly noise to be satisfied? You've never known how to think about others." Luc Tri once again grabbed my wrist tightly, putting the hidden threat in his heart straight out. {Read full on Van Ha Tuong page} I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What right does the fiance of an illegitimate child have to say these things to me? Husband follows wife, you and your current employer are equally dirty." My eyes looking at him have never been so cold, my words have never been so icy. He felt like he was burned, took two steps back, but didn't notice the corner of my lips curl up slightly. "Mr. A Tri, stop arguing. We're about to get married, it's normal if you're not happy..." Bach Vi Vi quickly opened her mouth to interrupt, half of her body pressed close to Luc Tri. But his body was clearly tense and he kept his distance. “I'm just not happy.” I took the handkerchief from the servant, calmly wiped my hands clean, then conveniently threw the dirty towel into Luc Tri's lap. Finally, I smiled slightly and looked towards Bach Hao Dinh. "Forgot to wish you a happy birthday. The long journey here is really troublesome. I hope next year can be free of this trouble." I glanced at Luc Tri, staring at Bach Vi Vi's hand. That year, Bach Hao Dinh used these same hands to teach piano, in my mother's house, on the piano that she loved the most when she was alive, displaying the so-called "kind father and good child". Now, on those white hands, she carries an engagement ring given to her by Luc Tri himself. "Don't you like your stepdaughter's hands the most? Then cut them down and give them to you as a birthday gift?" Bach Hao Dinh's birthday was ruined by me. The family party ended in Bach Vi Vi's terrified screams.