Chapter 1 — Through Two Worlds Sending A Hug

Everyone knows that the capital's big man - Pho Thinh Trieu - loves his wife like his life. The day his wife died in a car accident, his hair turned white overnight. From then on, he became more and more violent, and his relationship with his son gradually grew distant. Father and son live like enemies. Later, Pho Thinh Trieu finally opened his mouth and said he would find his son a stepmother. I am also on the application list. When it came to the cooking skills survey, everyone placed a variety of delicious dishes on the table, and I... brought out a plate of stinky tofu. Everyone knows that the capital's big man - Pho Thinh Trieu - loves his wife like his life. The day his wife died in a car accident, his hair turned white overnight. From then on, he became more and more violent, and his relationship with his son gradually grew distant. Father and son live like enemies. Later, Pho Thinh Trieu finally opened his mouth and said he would find his son a stepmother. I am also on the application list. Examining their cooking skills, everyone placed a variety of delicious dishes on the table, and I... brought out a plate of stinky tofu. Examining their talents, everyone competes in playing piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting; I... play a Tai Chi lesson. Surveying the level of knowledge about Pho Thinh Trieu, everyone competed to praise his talent and glorious achievements. I leaned closer again: "Deputy President, you have a mole on your left buttock." Pho Thinh Trieu: “……” That night, I was detained. Pho Thinh Trieu pressed the gun to my temple, his face cold as ice. "Say! Who sent you here?" I immediately knelt down, but my eyes glanced to the side. There, a female ghost who had been dead for ten years was flying around in panic: "No way! Everything I taught you was right!" What a joke! She also said that her husband is cold on the outside and warm on the inside, so he's easy to comfort! 01 The barrel of the gun was pressed against my temple. At that moment, I have to admit I was really scared. “Wait!” – I lost all momentum and knelt down – “Deputy President, you have misunderstood me.” Pho Thinh Trieu tilted his head slightly, squinting at me. His wrist moved slightly, the cold gun pressed closer to me. "Misread?" – he laughed softly, but there was no trace of laughter in his laughter – "I, Pho Thinh Trieu, have been struggling in Kinh Thi for so many years, climbing to the position I am today... do you really think I am someone you can easily bypass?" I was a bit nervous, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and looked up at him. Sharp lines, imposing aura; It's obvious that her face is very beautiful, but people don't dare to look at it for long. Forty years old, in Kinh Thi with power over the world. What you said is right, ordinary people really can't get past you. Pho Thinh Trieu paused for a moment, then suddenly put the gun away. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box next to him and lit it at will. Take a breath, then slowly exhale the smoke, as if remembering something. “You know the food An Nhiem and I ate when we first met, you also know the sport she loves the most, you also know…” His voice suddenly turned cold: “It must have taken a lot of effort to investigate all that stuff, right?” "Give you three minutes to tell all honestly. If not, I have plenty of ways to make you open your mouth." My heart suddenly sank, realizing he was probably much more dangerous than I thought. And then I started to regret… regret taking this case. His eyes couldn't help but glance to the side. Pho Thinh Trieu couldn't see it, but there, a female ghost who had been dead for ten years was flying around in panic. {Read the full story at Van Ha's love page} Her mouth was still muttering incessantly: "No way... how could that be?" "What I taught you was not wrong. Thinh Trieu really likes to eat stinky tofu, and also really likes to watch me play Tai Chi..." "In the end, what was wrong?" What's wrong is that a normal person wouldn't know that he has a mole on... his left buttock, sister! It's also because I didn't think anything of it, I heard what she said and then said the same thing again. After speaking, I immediately realized... something was wrong. The female ghost flew close to me and smiled wryly: "Don't panic, sister, let me think of a way... Thinh Trieu may just want to scare you." Threaten me? I turned my head to look—Pho Thinh Trieu was calmly loading the gun. Thump! I immediately rushed forward and hugged his leg tightly. “Deputy President, I have a secret.” 02 I have a secret. Since childhood I have been able to see ghosts. Going through all the psychological stages such as fear, panic, collapse, despair... I finally calmly accepted this truth. I even learned to pretend I didn't see them. Until a month ago, this ghost named An Nhiem clung to me. "Little sister, did you see me? That's great! Can you help me with something?" "Hey, why don't you answer? Sister, sister, sistereeee..." "Only you can help me with this, I beg you, as long as you help me, I will give you ten million." I can't pretend anymore. Turned around to look at her: "How much!?" “Ten million!” - Seeing that I was starting to waver, An Nhiem tried to coax me even more: "Really, it's just a small matter. I'll help you come see your husband and children for a bit. Since your death, the relationship between them has gotten worse and worse, they're about to become enemies. You just need to come to my house to do a few errands." I hesitated a bit. She quickly added: "My husband is a very good person. Although he looks a bit cold on the outside, he is actually very gentle, gentle, and easy to coax." “Little sister, don't be afraid, I'll help you if there's anything.” "When I was alive, I hid a bank card. It was my secret slush fund. As long as you help me, I will give you this card!" “In the card there are eleven million, two hundred and fifty-three thousand, four hundred and forty yuan!” Oh my god, I remember every penny so clearly, it must be true. I... started to fall in love. I was moved... but crazy moved. I am the second young lady of the Luong family. Although I am famous as a young lady, living in the Luong family is not as good as a maid. Because I am an illegitimate child, everyone hates me, no one likes me. I longed to escape that house, wanted to leave this place, wanted to study abroad. But whatever you do, you need... money. Thinking back and forth, I gritted my teeth... agreed. 03 Now I regret it, extremely regret it. I hugged Pho Thinh Trieu's leg tightly: "Vice President, to tell you the truth... your wife told me in a dream." Compared to saying I can see ghosts, saying "dream warnings" sounds more acceptable. Although both are very... unbelievable. Pho Thinh Trieu paused, lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when I saw him suddenly reach out and squeeze my neck. "Her mouth is full of lies! If she can tell dreams, why can't she come to mine?" His strength was so strong, I was squeezed to the point I couldn't breathe. My face was red and I was about to suffocate place. An Nhiem was frightened and frantically flew around next to me. “What to do now, what to do now, how did Thinh Trieu become like this!” I removed Pho Thinh Trieu's hand, each word with difficulty blurted out: "Because... because... she... still... still... blames... you." Pho Thinh Trieu's pupils suddenly contracted, his hand immediately loosened. I don't know if it was because I didn't hear clearly or because I couldn't believe it: "What did you say...?" I sat down on the ground, coughed and choked for a few hours before I regained my breath. Looking up at him, I repeated: "Because she still blames you." "You know very well how she died that year, right? Because the two of you argued, she got angry and ran out, resulting in a car accident." “If you had given in to her a little then, maybe things would have been different, she wouldn't have died.” “Deputy President, your wife is still angry with you, that's why she refuses to enter your dream.” Pho Thinh Trieu's cold expression suddenly broke. Then, his expression became complicated. Doubt, regret, self-blame... Countless emotions are tightly intertwined. His hand holding the gun had blue veins, and his breathing became unstable. I was scared to death, quietly moved to the side, praying that he held the gun firmly so that he wouldn't accidentally pull the trigger. Pho Thinh Trieu kept that strange expression for several minutes, then suddenly his whole body relaxed, his normally straight back seemed to bend down. He rubbed his face and muttered to himself: "... I deserve it." Then, in a daze, he stood up and walked out. I heard the Pho family's butler ask: "Sir, what about the young lady inside... how should we arrange it?" “Find a guest room for her to stay in.” "Yes." 4 Lying on the soft bed in the living room, I felt fear rising after just escaping death. Yet An Nhiem was still talking beside him: "Actually, I don't blame him, it's just... he looked so sad, I was a little sad too." I was speechless: "Sister, if I hadn't said that, I would be dead now!" “I know, I don't mean to blame you, it's just… a little sad.” “…” Okay, normally if you've been a ghost for a long time, your mind won't be clear anymore, I understand. I ignored her, slept, and woke up less scared. Turning around, I saw her - a lonely ghost - lying on the window sill, looking quite pitiful. I then started a conversation: "Hey, you never said before, what exactly did you and Pho Thinh Trieu quarrel about?" An Nhiem was stunned, her face suddenly became gloomy. “Because…” Bang! — There was a loud noise downstairs. It was the sound of the main door being slammed. Next was the voice of a young teenager, but he let out the dirtiest and most poisonous words: "Pho Thinh Trieu! You dare to bring a woman home! Are you worthy of my mother?!" "You come out! Don't you dare come out?!" "Pho Thinh Trieu! You shrinking turtle!" Oh my, it turns out that the "little devil king" of the Pho family has returned! An Nhiem once said that when she died in an accident, her son was only seven years old. Now ten years have passed, he is seventeen, at the age of rebellion. The relationship between father and son of the Pho family is known to everyone in Kinh Thi to be very bad. I was still thinking about it when I heard the sound of footsteps running upstairs, thump, thump.