Chapter 3 — The Sick Love Trap

Seeing that he was about to turn on the recording, I immediately pulled my mother inside and whispered softly: "I want to check to see if this house has exceeded the formaldehyde threshold. Mom, help me buy time and ask the homeowner to take me to see a few more houses." Mom understood immediately and quickly went out with the homeowner. 5 I guess Pho Tuan had already discussed it with the homeowner in advance, so I wasn't worried about being exposed. Watching them enter the elevator, I turned around and locked the door, then walked straight towards him. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth unhappily: "What do you want?" He raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly: "What do you want? My wife ran away, I'll come and get her back, isn't that okay?" I was too lazy to argue and said frankly: "I resigned from my job with Mrs. Lam. That means we no longer have any relationship at all. You can leave now, and from now on, don't come looking for me anymore." He smiled faintly and stood up. A body taller than half a head pressed closer, the pressure was so heavy that I couldn't control myself and wanted to step back. Before I could react, Pho Tuan grabbed my hand tightly and pushed me down onto the sofa, his whole body pressing on me. I shouted in panic: "Pho Tuan, what are you planning to do!" He raised his hand to smooth away some stray hairs on my forehead, looked at my frightened face, then calmly spoke: "What about quitting my job? Our relationship is not based on money. Hua Te, didn't you volunteer to go to bed with me? You liked me that's why you did that, right?" If it were before, I would definitely have nodded indiscriminately, for fear of being fired. But now, I no longer need to please him. I laughed coldly, my voice bitter: "If it weren't for money, who would want to sleep with you? You know very well, it's because I need money that you dare to make that request!" My emotions welled up: "On the outside, it's a show of respect, but in reality it's just a blatant threat. If I don't agree, you will fire me immediately. You know full well that I don't dare to refuse."His eyelashes drooped, his face expressionless. I have no idea what he was thinking. When he spoke, his voice was low and deep, containing a bit of resentment: "I never said that if you don't agree, I will fire you." I looked straight into his eyes: "Isn't that right? Pho Tuan, I understand you better than anyone. You have to have everything you want, you are not a good person. If I don't understand, you will threaten my mother's life, right?" His eyes narrowed, suddenly bursting into laughter. His fingers pushed his hair back, determined not to pretend anymore: "That's right. You really understand me, Hua Te. I tried to be good, but I still couldn't get past your eyes. But..." The corner of his lips curled up, a cruel smile, revealing white teeth: "A year ago you couldn't refuse me, and now it's the same. Your weakness is easy to find. I also don't want my mother to know that in order to save her, I have to lower myself to another person. man, right?" My chest heaved violently, and when I couldn't stand it any longer, I slapped him straight. His face turned to one side, clearly imprinted with five red handprints. "You despicable, despicable thing." Pho Tuan raised his hand to gently press on the swelling, excitement flashed in his eyes: "This feeling is much more vivid than when you pretended to be obedient on the bed." He pulled my hand back, gently kneading it, his voice slow: "Baby, as long as you listen to me, I will never let you know about this." Angry to the point of suffocating, I had no choice but to choke. helplessly letting him hold my hand. "What do you want me to do?" "It's very simple. First, you must work at the place I arranged. Second, you must live in the house I bought. Third, you must always be there when I need you." I was silent for a long time, not answering. Pho Tuan was in no hurry, just leisurely looking at me, smiling with certainty. I know I can't fight him. A person like Pho Tuan has no limits, knows no right or wrong, only knows satisfaction

your heart, regardless of tricks. I closed my eyes helplessly, and finally forced myself to propose a condition: "I must live with my mother." He immediately curled his lips and smiled, looking very satisfied, leaning down to kiss softly, as if giving a reward: "Okay." 6 I took my mother back to the capital. She asked confusedly: "Why did you come back again?" I felt a bit guilty and made up an excuse: "Dispatching work."