Chapter 2 — Through Two Worlds Sending A Hug

Stopped right in front of my room door, then a strong kick: "Is that woman hiding in here! Get out of here!" The butler quickly intervened: "Young master! There are guests in there!" "What's the guest, it must be the bastard that Pho Thinh Trieu brought back!" Geez, this kid's mouth is so foul! I was so angry that I jumped out of bed, strode out and opened the door. Glaring at it: "Do what?" Staring at each other for a few seconds, I suddenly realized - this kid is truly a copy of his father! The nose and mouth are almost cast from the same mold, and the eyes are similar to An Nhiem, a bit softer. But a handsome face can't hide a spoiled nature! Pho Chi Duong was very rude, looking up and down to evaluate me, then smiled slightly and scornfully: "If someone like you is even worthy of entering my door? Get out!" I was so angry that all my internal organs hurt. An Nhiem also flew to the side: "Oh, my son is already this big..." "So cute, my son~" I rolled my eyes, and before I could tease him, I heard the next sentence: "Sister, slap him for me." I froze, then immediately burst into flames. He waved his hand and popped it right on Pho Chi Duong's handsome face. Chat! His face was thrown off, his whole body was stunned, then he turned his head to look at me incredulously: "You dare to hit me?!" The housekeeper also frowned: "Miss Luong Tranh, although you are a guest of the Pho family, but taking action against the young master... isn't it a bit too much?" “Fuck you, you dare hit me?!” – Pho Chi Duong immediately exploded, rushing up like crazy, looking like he wanted to tear me to pieces on the spot. The butler was afraid of making too much noise so he quickly hugged him tightly: "Young master, please calm down!" I continuously took a few steps back, turned to An Nhiem, lowered my voice: "And then what?" An Nhiem: “Huh?” I frowned: "Are you done beating him? Before you even thought about it, you told me to slap him?" The female demon stared at me in bewilderment. I rolled my eyes and almost fell to the ground - I'm stuck again! The noise here finally alarmed Pho Thinh Trieu. “What's going on?” As soon as his voice rang out, Pho Chi Duong immediately stopped, pushed the butler's hand away, turned his head, his bloodshot eyes looked at him. Ah... and half of my face is also red. Seeing his son's face, Pho Thinh Trieu's face immediately darkened. Pho Chi Duong gritted his teeth: "Pho Thinh Trieu, you are so cruel. My mother's death anniversary is still a few days away, yet at this time you bring this woman home, and even tolerate her beating me... Are you not afraid of my mother looking down from heaven?" Pho Thinh Trieu's sharp eyes immediately turned to me. “Did you hit it?” “Who gave you that guts?!” Pho Chi Duong snorted coldly: "What are you pretending to be? In this house, without your implicit permission, would she dare to touch me?" Both the Pho father and son along with the housekeeper simultaneously turned to look at me. I blinked, then... slightly leaned back and fell to the ground. "Whoa, what's going on? It seems like I was dreaming just now... Oh, wasn't I sleeping? Why am I sitting on the ground like this?" "Eh... why is everyone here? What's wrong with this handsome boy? Why is his face so red?" Pho Chi Duong looked at me with disgust: "What are you playing at?" I shook my head sleepily, then suddenly my eyes opened and I quickly ran to Pho Thinh Trieu's side. “Ah yes, Vice President, I just dreamed about your wife again.” Pho Thinh Trieu coldly glanced over. It's obvious you don't trust me anymore. I swallowed my saliva and continued continued to make up: "It's true." I pointed to the window sill: "In the dream, she lay there admiring the flowers, saying that the pink sister tree in the yard was planted by her herself the year the little master turned five years old, as a birthday gift for him." "She looked very sad, saying her son was no longer obedient in his studies. If she had the chance, she really wanted to take care of him. She also asked me... if she could borrow my body to use for a bit. I was so scared, I suddenly woke up." "Master Pho, could it be that I really hit this face?! Oh my god, I didn't mean it, I must be possessed by a ghost..." As soon as he finished speaking, all three men in front of him froze. Pho Thinh Trieu reflexively turned to look at the butler. The butler quickly said: "Sir, I absolutely have never said much." Pho Chi Duong was excited again, but the focus was completely different: "What the hell are you talking about? How did you know about that sister's rose? Who told you?" He paused for a moment, then looked coldly at Pho Thinh Trieu: "Did you tell her? What qualifications do you have to tell her my mother's story?" “Pho Thinh Trieu, my mother was truly blind back then to take you seriously!” Chat! His right cheek also received another slap — from his own father. The air immediately froze. Even An Nhiem stopped flying around and just looked at her son in a daze. Pho Chi Duong touched his face, but instead of getting angry, he laughed. Looking up at his father, his eyes became extremely dangerous. The mental feeling is no longer normal. He shook off the butler's hand and rushed down the stairs. “Sir, it's raining outside, the master is angry, I'm afraid something will happen if you go out like this!” “Go find it!” The butler was somewhat awkward: "If you don't go, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to bring him home. You know the young master's temperament, if something happens..." Pho Thinh Trieu closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently a few times. Before leaving with the butler, he glanced at me meaningfully. I immediately nodded and smiled appeasingly: "I will obediently stay here, Deputy President, don't worry." 5 What a nerve! Both father and son in this family are crazy! This place is too dangerous to stay long. In just a few seconds, I made up my mind. I turned to An Nhiem and asked: "What do you want me to help you with? Speak quickly, I will fall when I finish it." An Nhiem looked gloomy, sitting on the windowsill looking at the rose bushes in the yard. The pouring rain made the flowers tattered, looking pitiful. “I originally intended to ask you to help mend their father-son relationship…” What? I can accept this kind of vague thing! I was about to refuse when I heard her continue: "But I didn't expect their relationship to be this tense. Asking you to help would be a bit too difficult." It's good if you understand that. “So you…” “I don't know.” – An Nhiem said – “I'm a bit confused now, not sure what else we can do.” I leaned back and lay down on the bed. Never mind, wherever you go, that's where you'll end up. I thought I understood, I had stumbled upon an unreliable ghost. As expected, these ten million... are not easy to earn. Unable to sleep, I turned to ask: "You still haven't told me, what exactly did you and the former Deputy General quarrel about?" An Nhiem floated and lay down next to me. It's cold, but I'm not afraid, I'm even ready to cum God of anticipation. Pale lips pursed, then opened slightly: "I... don't remember anymore." Me: “…” What a waste of effort I've been waiting for. Sleep! As for missing this melon, I don't feel too bad about it. Because I know, demons are often like that. The longer you stay in this human world, the memories will gradually fade. And the first thing to forget is the moment of death and what happened right before. “Sorry, little sister, go to sleep.” An Nhiem didn't need to sleep, she was bored so she flew out for a walk. Soon came back. Seeing that I was still not sleeping, she squatted next to me and sang softly. I paused: "What song is that?" "I just made it up. I used to use it to lull Duong Duong to sleep. Did it make any noise?" "Are not." – I snuggled my head into the pillow – “That sounds great, please sing it again.” "Okay." I grew up in an orphanage from a young age, and was taken in by the Luong family not long ago, suffering all kinds of disdainful looks. Being lulled to sleep — this kind of "treat" I have never experienced before. Unexpectedly, one day I would be given it by a strange female demon... It felt a bit strange. In An Nhiem's gentle voice, I gradually fell asleep. 6 From that night onwards, I never saw Pho Thinh Trieu again. The housekeeper said he was on a business trip. It's better without him at home, I live comfortably and freely. Lazy freeloaders for two days. Monday afternoon, the housekeeper knocked on my door: "Miss Luong Tranh, the boss said that while he is away, you will pick him up after school." Me: “… Okay, I'll go.” Mainly because An Nhiem looked at me with earnest eyes, making me unable to refuse. On the way to school, she chirped in my ear: "Duong Duong used to be so cute, really! Every day I picked him up and took him to school. Before entering the school gate, he would hug me tightly and say 'Mom, it's been hard'." To avoid the driver's suspicion, I didn't answer a single question. An Nhiem didn't care, leaning against the car window and looking out, a little happy. Arriving at the school gate, I immediately saw Pho Chi Duong. This kid is truly outstanding. I got out of the car and walked over. I was about to call out in the middle of the crowd when I saw it blocking a girl riding a bicycle. The girl looks very innocent, her hair tied in a ponytail. But the girl's eyes were a bit red. “Dao Dao, why are you crying?” - Pho Chi Duong stopped in front of her, bowed his head and glanced at her bicycle - "Why is the tire flat?" “At this rate, you won't be able to pedal back.” The girl named Dao Dao pursed her lips and said nothing. Pho Chi Duong bent down and smiled: "How about you take my car home, my driver is coming soon." An Nhiem smiled kindly: "My son is very kind and knows how to help others." The corner of my lips twitched: "Good fart, someone else's tire is the one that deflates." "Huh?" I raised my chin and signaled: "Look at his right index finger." There are still black oil stains on it that have not been washed off. An Nhiem's eyes widened: "This rotten brat!" She immediately flew over, throwing left hooks and right hooks into Pho Chi Duong's face. Pho Chi Duong raised his head and frowned slightly: "Why do you suddenly feel so cold?" I pushed through the crowd, grabbed the collar and pulled it away from the girl. Then call the driver to carry the bike onto the car. "Classmate, let him take you home. Just tell the driver about the address! Don't be polite!" Dao Dao was still stunned when I pushed her into the Rolls-Royce parked on the side of the road. Deputy Chi Duong glared at me sharply: “What are you doing here!?” Dao Dao turned to look, he immediately changed his face, gritted his teeth, lowered his voice: "Go back and settle the matter with you." Having finished speaking, he also intended to get into the car. But I pulled his shirt back, closed the car door with a "bang", and told the driver: "Please take this classmate home."