Chapter 2 — The Traitor's Wedding

He conveniently draped his jacket on the sofa, his voice gentle. "Van Chi's aesthetic sense is not bad. She said the color of the flower wall at the entrance to the wedding venue was too dark, I told someone to change it to champagne color." I raised my head to look at him. "Who gave me permission to change?" Co Thoi Viet frowned. "It's just a color, do you need to be so sensitive?" "She also just wants to help." I picked up the child and gently patted him. about. "Co Thoi Viet, it's my wedding." He paused, impatiently loosening his tie. "It's also my wedding." "Furthermore, your health has not yet fully recovered, so Van Chi needs help with many things." "From the moment you were born until now, she has always been with us. Even if there is no merit, there is still hard work." I looked at him and suddenly asked: "So how are you going to thank her?" Co Thoi Viet seemed to have thought about it before. "The day of the first birthday party, let her be the maid of honor." "Also, Van Chi really likes An An. She said she wanted to adopt An An. I feel very good, having another person who loves me." The movements on my hand stopped. "Have you agreed?" "Yes." He said it as if it was natural. "What can't you agree with? Van Chi is my friend, not a person outside." I stared at him. "An An is my daughter." Co Thoi Viet also looked at me, a dissatisfied look finally appearing in her eyes. "On Niem, can you stop making everything serious?" "Van Chi didn't want to be good to you, but on the contrary, you rejected someone from afar. Doing so hurts her." I almost laughed out loud. From the night my water broke until now. I'm hurt, I'm tired, I feel sorry for myself, all of it doesn't matter. Whether Lam Van Chi is heartbroken or not is important. My mother came out of the kitchen, still holding soup in her hand. Hearing that sentence, she directly put the bowl down on the table. "Co Thoi Viet, have you forgotten whose house this belongs to?" His face changed. "Mom, what do you mean?" Chu Lam coldly looked at him. "The meaning is on the words." "The house is Niem Niem's pre-marital property. The wedding money was paid by our family. Last year, your company lost its capital, which was also Niem Niem's father." invest money." "Now you take money from my daughter's family, organize a wedding for my daughter, and the outcome is decided by another woman." "Where do you get your face?" Co Thoi Viet couldn't keep face. "Mom, don't make a move and use money to oppress others." "How you treat Niem Niem, she herself understands." I calmly opened my mouth: "I don't understand." Co Thoi Viet suddenly turned to look at me. I held my child and softly asked him: "If on the wedding day, Lam Van Chi and I could only have one person standing next to you, who would you choose?" The atmosphere seemed to freeze. Co Thoi Viet's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you thinking about?" I didn't move my eyes. "Answer me." He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter. In that smile, there was a sense of absurdity and impatience. "On Niem, you are already my wife, and the child has been born." "Do you still need to fight about this with Van Chi?" I also laughed. It turns out the answer is that simple. Because I'm a wife. Because I gave birth. So I had to obediently stand still, waiting for him to turn around and go take care of others. I don't ask anymore. That evening, I sent a second text message to the wedding planning company. "Edit the video according to the correct timeline." "The day of the full-month party, broadcast on time." Once people no longer expect explanations, all silence is a judgment.4 The day of the full-month party, Co Thoi Viet thought I had finally thought clearly. Early in the morning, he was

wearing a tailored suit, standing in front of the mirror for a long time. Lam Van Chi even arrived earlier than him. She wore a long white silk dress. The hem of the skirt extends to the ankles, and there are pearl flowers on the shoulders. If you don't look closely, it almost looks like a simplified version of a wedding dress. When she walked into the banquet room holding Co Thoi Viet's arm, many relatives were shocked. Someone asked in a low voice: "Is this the bride?" Co Thoi Viet's face was a bit embarrassed, but he did not withdraw his hand. Lam Van Chi spoke first, smiling and explaining: "No, I'm Niem Niem's best friend." "Her health has not recovered yet, today I will help her welcome more guests." Having said that, she even deliberately looked towards me. "Nien Niem, don't you mind?" I sat in the break room, hugging An An in my arms. Today, I'm not wearing a wedding dress. I wore a black suit, my hair tied back in a low bun. The face in the mirror was still a little pale, but his eyes were frighteningly alert. I looked at Lam Van Chi and smiled slightly. "Don't mind." A smug look flashed in her eyes. Co Thoi Viet walked up to me, lowered his voice and asked: "Why are you dressed like this today?" "Where is the wedding dress?" I bowed my head to adjust the small hat for An An. "It doesn't fit." He frowned.