Chapter 7 — Want the house to be named after your father? So You Pay The Money

I took a sip of coffee. The bitter taste gradually spreads on the tip of the tongue

“Trieu Hao, do you still remember why I broke up?”

“Because you let me down completely.”

He replied immediately, his voice full of self-blame.

“It's not just disappointment.”

I shook my head, my fingertips gently circling the rim of the cup

"But from that day... I saw your true self clearly."

He suddenly looked up. His eyes were panicked, like a startled little bird.

“I'm not a bad person.”

I speak slowly

“But I'm not strong enough to be a husband.”

“Listen to everything.”

I raised my hand to block it

"You're filial to your parents, that's right. But I can't tell the difference—whether it's being filial, or bowing your head to the point of losing yourself."

He was silent.

"My parents told me to go East, I didn't dare look West. They said the house book must have my name written on it, I nodded. They told me to 'be understanding', I also really think you should be patient."

My voice is still steady

“Trieu Hao, have you ever wondered—do I deserve sympathy for once?”

His lips moved. But I can't say it.

“I spent 2,320,000 yuan to buy that house.”

I lowered my voice

“Not to make an ATM for your house.”

I looked straight at him

"I want to build a home with you—belonging only to the two of us. But in their minds, there is only one thing: how to turn my money into assets in their names."

“They didn't mean that…”

He hastily explained, the tissue in his hand crumpled.

“Didn't mean that?”

I asked again

“So why don't they even pay a penny for the deposit?”

I looked at him, every word clear

"Trieu Hao, stop fooling yourself. I know very well—they just want to take advantage."

He fell silent. The whole person seemed to deflate, his shoulders slumped.

“Let me ask you one more question.”

I looked straight into his eyes

“If you really get married… your mother asks to keep her salary card, will you give it to her?”

He was stiff all over, like he was nailed to a chair and couldn't move.

“You'll give it, right?” I curled my lips and smiled faintly, my eyes cold, "because ever since I was little, I had to look at your mother's face in everything I ate and drank, so I couldn't find the courage to say the word 'no'."

“I…” his face was red, his temples were sweating, and the words were choked before he left his mouth.

“Trieu Hao, I don't blame you.” I breathed softly, my voice as thin as the wind passing by, "Your personality is like that, it's been formed for decades, it's hard to change. But I can't change it either, in this life I won't marry a man who can't stand his ground yet."

"An Ninh, I can fix it! I really can fix it!" He panicked, his voice visibly shaking, his hands on the table leaning towards me, "Give me one more chance, I promise that in the future I will always be on your side first!"

“It can't be fixed.” I shook my head, decisively, "a reflex that has been raised for more than thirty years, it's not like you can break the sentence 'I fix it'."

"I can study! I go to school, I find a psychologist..."

“Trieu Hao, do you remember that day?” I interrupted, my voice suddenly softened, "In the house sales room, your parents stood in front of me, forcing me to pay for the house, and also wanted to write down your father's name. At that moment, my heart felt like a basin of cold water was poured straight into me."

He bowed his head, his hands tightly twisted the tissue paper, his knuckles were frighteningly white.

“But at that time, I still hoped you would speak up.” My voice tightened slightly, "If you just say 'go home and discuss', I'll be ready Ready to trust me one more time.”

“But you didn't say anything.” I stopped, my eyes heated up, "You just stood there, watching them force each word on me, watching me fend for myself alone. Trieu Hao, do you know how cold I was at that time?”

“Sorry…” his eyes turned red, his voice stuck in his throat.

"The three words 'sorry' cannot make up for the two hundred or tens of thousands in money to repair the house, nor can it cover the nights I endured on my own." I raised my hand to wipe the wet spots from the corner of my eyes, "Trieu Hao, we're not compatible." He needs a wife who is obedient, obedient, and can get along with his parents. I'm not, nor do I want to pretend to be."

“An Ninh, I really know I was wrong!” He suddenly grabbed my wrist, his palm was hot, “Can you trust me again? I promise to listen to you in everything from now on!”

I withdrew my hand, gently but firmly, "Trieu Hao, I don't even believe I can do it."

“I believe! This time I will definitely…”

“I won't believe it.” I looked straight at him, my eyes as calm as a lake, "because in your heart, they are always on top, and I... will always be just an outsider."

He paused, his lips trembling slightly, unable to say a word.

“Yesterday, I bought a house.” I said as if telling a weather story, "ninety square meters, two rooms, the house is only me."

His expression immediately changed, "you... bought it?"