Chapter 9 — There Are Positions You Can Only Hold For Yourself

I looked at her pale face. Just as I was about to speak, the phone in my hand suddenly vibrated. A message from an unknown phone number appeared on the screen.

“Miss Giang.”

“Do you want to know…”

"Why is Tran Nhien determined to protect Manh Dinh?"

That message was like a thin needle, piercing straight into the void in the middle of the chaos. I held the phone, my fingertips stopped on the screen, but in no hurry to open the next line. At this time, everyone in the stands was still paying attention to the big screen. The image of Manh Dinh changing the seat nameplate still stops there. It was like a slap hitting every innocent word she had just said. Ms. Vuong Le opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn't find any words to explain. Just now, she repeatedly said that Tieu Dinh's health was not good. Again and again, he blamed me for not understanding the situation. Now the camera is in front of my eyes. No matter how much she wants to defend her... It just makes her lose face even more. Tran Nhien's face was dark and scary. He didn't look at me. Also don't look at the big screen. Just lowered his head to look at Manh Dinh, his voice was suppressed very low.

“Why did you change it yourself?”

Tears welled up in Manh Dinh's eyes again.

“I'm just... too scared.”

“Brother Nhien, you promised to let me sit next to you.”

“I'm afraid the staff will make a mistake.”

“I really didn't mean to embarrass my sister-in-law.”

Hearing her call me sister-in-law over and over again, I just felt ridiculous. Tran Nhien and I have canceled our marriage. Yet she still tried to use that form of address to force me into the position of someone who should be generous. I spoke up and interrupted.

“Don't call me sister-in-law.”

“From today…”

“Tran Nhien and I no longer have any relationship.”

Manh Dinh's face stiffened. Finally, Tran Nhien also raised her head.

“Giang Nguyet.”

“Do you really want to cut off all escape routes?”

I looked at him.

“From the moment you gave my position to someone else…”

“All retreat is gone.”

Anger welled up in the bottom of his eyes.

"You want to annul the marriage, I agree."

“But today you made Tieu Dinh lose face in front of everyone…”

“How is this debt calculated?”

I was almost made angry by him.

“She stole my seat.”

“Pretend to faint.”

“Now the camera shows clearly…”

“In the end, I made her lose face?”

Tran Nhien said coldly.

“No matter what she does…”

“It's just because she lacks a sense of security.”

“I know her situation is special…”

“So why must we compare ourselves with her?”

My father couldn't bear it anymore and took a step forward.

“Tran Nhien.”

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

“Special…”

“There is never a reason to hurt others.”

"My daughter is not a backdrop for you Tran family to use to highlight her pitifulness."

Tran Kien Nghiep's face was very ugly, but he still spoke in a low voice.

“Lao Giang.”

"Today things turned out like this, both families are responsible."

“The engagement ceremony can be postponed in advance.”

“But there's no need to push things to the end.”

My mother looked at him coldly.

“When the Tran family pushed things to the end…”

“Why don't you think about leaving a way out?”

Tran Kien Nghiep frowned unhappily.

“Women speak about…”

“Don't be so aggressive.”

My father's eyes immediately darkened.

“Say it again.”

Tran Kien Nghiep also knew he had said something wrong. But he refused to humble himself and apologize. Just when the atmosphere fell into deadlock... My phone vibrated again. Still that strange phone number.

“She is not a sworn sister.”

My heart suddenly pounded. Just then… A third message appeared.

“Three years ago, during the time Tran Nhien went abroad…”

“The two of them live together in the same apartment.”

My hand holding the phone suddenly felt cold. Three years ago... That was the time Tran Nhien and I had just officially confirmed our relationship not long ago. He said the company sent him abroad to study for three months. During those three months... He texted me every day. Said the curriculum is very dense. Said to receive guests continuously. There's a time zone difference so it's inconvenient to call. I believed it all. I even felt sorry for him... I once sent him stomach pain medicine and a thick scarf. Manh Dinh was also there. Then the messages that go unanswered... The video calls that only pick up in the middle of the night and then quickly hang up... Along with the inexplicable tenderness and fatigue... Maybe... There's a different answer. I raised my head to look at Tran Nhien. He was still waiting for me to bow. Or wait until I know fear, regret, realize that I have torn apart a situation that there is no way to save. I suddenly asked.

“Three years ago, when I went abroad to study…”

“Meng Dinh is also there, right?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tran Nhien's face immediately changed. That change is very small. Just the corners of his eyes tightened slightly, his lips pressed a little tighter. I have seen. Manh Dinh also saw it.