Chapter 4 — Three Calls at Dawn

But in the eyes of those three men, no one was looking at an "unsightly" woman. Co Da Dinh's eyes seemed to engrave her deep into his eyes. Tham Tu Dien's eyes seemed to want to sew up all her wounds. Giang Du's eyes were as if she were seeing the most precious thing in the whole world. "Come in," she said, leaning over to make way, "Speak softly, she just woke up." The three people walked in one after another. They have been to Luc Canh Tham's house countless times. But this time, everything is different. Co Da Dinh went straight to the kitchen, poured chicken soup into a bowl, and brought it in front of her: "Drink." Tham Tu Dien opened the medical box, took out the electronic thermometer, measured her forehead: "37.6 degrees, slight fever. Do you feel chills today?" She was surprised: "How did you know?" "Your lips are a bit purple, blood circulation in your fingertips is not good," he said, naturally holding her hand to check, then naturally letting go. The whole process went as smoothly as water flowing, like it had been done a thousand times. "The postpartum blood has not recovered yet, combined with lack of sleep, the resistance has decreased. I prescribed you some blood tonic medicine, tomorrow ——" he glanced at the clock, "I will have someone bring it to me this morning." Giang Du took out all the items in the shopping bag and arranged them neatly on the living room tea table. He held a bouquet of red roses and walked in front of her, squatting down - yes, squatting down, looking up at her, just like a big dog waiting for its owner to pat its head. "Sister-in-law," he said, holding out the bouquet, "Even though the red color is a bit cheesy, it will definitely be beautiful when you hug her." She held the child in one hand, and received the bouquet in the other. The scent of flowers entered her nose, and she suddenly wanted to cry again. "Thank you, everyone," she said, her voice choking, "Thank you very much." "No need to thank me," Co Da Dinh said. He sat across from her, his long, slender fingers clasped together on his knees, his eyes deep and bottomless, "I'm helping you, not because I'm kind." The living room suddenly fell silent for a second. Tham Tu Dien smiled, his smile was as gentle as the March wind, but a sharp light flashed under his eyes: "Da Dinh, words like this don't need to be said." "Why not?" Co Da Dinh looked at him, "It'll happen sooner or later." Giang Du still squatted on the ground, raised his head to look at Co Da Dinh, then looked at Tham Tu Dien, finally moved his eyes to To Niem Vi's face, showing an innocent smile, so innocent that no one could be angry: "Sister-in-law, don't pay attention to them. I simply want to help you, I don't have any other intentions." As he said this, his finger brushed past her ankle. without leaving a trace —— just a light touch, as if unintentionally, then pulling back immediately, his ears turning red. Tham Tu Dien saw it. Co Da Dinh also saw it. The two looked at each other, their eyes colliding in the air, sending out invisible sparks. As for To Niem Vi, he couldn't see anything. She hugged her baby, hugged flowers, in front of her was chicken soup and yeast, at her feet were full of diapers and milk powder, feeling this living room at three o'clock in the morning, suddenly there was a warmth that she hadn't felt for a long time. What she didn't know was that —— This warmth would very quickly turn into a fire that spread throughout the grassland. Upstairs, the extra bedroom door was slightly open. Luc Canh Tham stood behind the door, wearing pajamas, expressionless looking down at the scene downstairs. He heard the doorbell ring, thought it was a food delivery, went out to see - and saw in his living room, his closest brothers were surrounding him and flattering his wife. His first reaction was not anger, but confusion. These three people, one is famous for not being close to women, one is a recognized workaholic, one is the younger brother who never wants to grow up. Why would they —— Then he looked

saw Co Da Dinh's eyes looking at To Niem Vi.