Chapter 8 — There Are Positions You Can Only Hold For Yourself

I didn't speak up right away. I gave the microphone to my mother, then turned around and walked down the stage. The sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed clearly, as if tapping into the hearts of everyone present. Tran Nhien held Manh Dinh in his arms. When he raised his head and saw me coming, he immediately frowned.

“Giang Nguyet, what else do you want to do?”

I stopped in front of him.

“Didn't she faint?”

“Then take it to the hospital.”

“By the way, check to see if she really fainted or not.”

Anger immediately flared up in Tran Nhien's eyes.

“At this point, can you still say such things?”

“She's become like this, you still suspect she's pretending?”

I looked at Manh Dinh's hand squeezing his sleeve. The knuckles were white from the force. A person who has fainted can still accurately hold the person he wants to hold like that... It's really not easy. I bent down, my voice was not loud.

“Manh Dinh.”

“Ten seconds.”

“If you still don't open your eyes in ten seconds…”

“I will tell the manager to show all the backstage surveillance cameras on the big screen.”

“At that time, it won't just be about you changing the seat nameplate.”

“Even when you stood at the door texting someone…”

“Perhaps you will also be able to see it very clearly.”

Manh Dinh's eyelashes suddenly trembled violently. Tran Nhien was stunned. Ms. Vuong Le was also stunned.

“What camera?”

I stood up straight and turned to look at the banquet hall manager.

“Is the big screen in the auditorium still usable?”

Being called by name, the manager immediately felt like he was sitting on fire. He held the tablet in his hand, the sweat on his forehead growing more and more.

“If you use it, you can still use it.”

"But Ms. Giang... today is an engagement party after all, showing a surveillance camera... I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

I smiled slightly.

“The engagement has been canceled.”

“Now all that remains is to clarify the truth.”

Tran Kien Nghiep spoke in a deep voice.

“It's just a seat sign.”

“How much more noise do you want to make?”

I looked at him.

“Uncle Tran.”

“Just now you said I didn't save face for the Tran family.”

“So let me ask you a question.”

“If the person standing here today were your daughter…”

“Her fiance let another woman sit in her seat, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she was scolded for not understanding…”

“Are you going to tell him to be patient?”

Tran Kien Nghiep's lips moved slightly. But in the end he couldn't say a word. Tran Nhien's face became more and more ugly.

“Giang Nguyet.”

“If you want to show the camera, just show it.”

“But I remind you…”

“There are many things that are not as simple as you think.”

“Even if she changes the seat nameplate, so what?”

“You agreed to let her sit there.”

“If you want to blame, blame me.”

Right when he finished saying that sentence... Manh Dinh slowly opened his eyes. There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, her voice was weak.

“Brother Nhien…”

“Don't be like that.”

“I don't want you and your sister-in-law to quarrel because of me.”

I lowered my head to look at her.

“Didn't you faint just now?”

Her face immediately turned pale. Tran Nhien hugged her tighter.

“She just woke up.”

“Don't pressure people too much.”

I nodded.

“Then I won't force her anymore.”

“We just look at the facts.”

I turned around to look at the big screen.

“Show it.”

The manager still hesitated. Lawyer Tham stood by Only then did my father calmly speak up.

"As the party organizer, the hotel has the obligation to coordinate and explain when a customer's seating information is arbitrarily changed by someone else."

“If it's not convenient to handle it now…”

“We can call the police.”

As soon as he heard the words "report to the police", the manager immediately nodded.

“I'll go make arrangements now.”

Manh Dinh's complexion completely changed. She held Tran Nhien's arm tightly, her voice trembling.

“Brother Nhien…”

“Don't show it.”

“I don't want many people to look at me like that.”

“I'm so scared.”

Tran Nhien looked at her, his eyes full of complexity. This was the first time I saw such a slight wavering on his face. It's not that he doesn't know what she's doing. It's just that he always finds reasons to cover for her. Or more accurately... He enjoys the feeling of being relied on, needed, and fought over by others. When the big screen lit up, the entire banquet hall simultaneously fell silent. The first image is the hallway behind the scenes. The time displayed is eleven hours thirty-eight minutes. Manh Dinh wearing a white dress appears in the frame, holding a phone in his hand, bowing his head and texting. A few seconds later, Tran Nhien came from the opposite side. The two stopped at a hidden corner. The camera footage has no sound. But everyone saw Manh Dinh raise his head and say something to him, then gently pulled his sleeve. Tran Nhien lowered his head to look at her, raised his hand to gently stroke her hair. Right after that, he received the seating chart from the staff, then pointed to the middle position of the main table. The image switches to the main desk area. Manh Dinh walked forward alone. She picked up the nameplate with my name on it and looked at it for a few seconds. She placed my name tag on Tran Nhien's other side. As for her own name tag... She placed it neatly in the middle. As soon as the image stopped... The entire banquet hall fell into dead silence. Manh Dinh's crying also fell silent.