I am the decider.

The room was sparkling with brilliant chandeliers, I could not count the people entering and leaving. In this quiet villa a short distance from the main road, only the sound of servants and footsteps can break the silence.

“Aunt Hoa, what time is it?”

Khe Phuong - the woman who was married in the estrangement of her husband's family, finished decorating the dinner table and asked the servant next door.

“It's 7 o'clock, miss. The master will probably be home soon. Do I need to call grandparents down too?”

As soon as she heard 'grandparents', Khe Phuong was cold, shrunk down like a small puppy who didn't understand life, but when she saw the stick, she had to utter fear.

“The boy did not return. Shouldn't you be his wife to know simple things like this?”

A steely voice came down from upstairs, gritting a layer of courage that just appeared on Khe Phuong's face.

The carefree woman with black eyes that was uncomfortable, she slowly walked down the stairs, looking straight at Khe Phuong became even more ferocious:

“The food is terrible. Humans don't look very smart either. However, you dare to climb high . If it weren't for the respect the two men knew from before, then you…”

The words of the person called in her mother tongue, without having to say it all at once, was enough for Khe Phuong to understand that she was just a daughter-in-law who could arbitrarily let everyone point. But she’s used to it. But she is calloused. As long as she can be with Dang Bao, she will be content no matter what happens in the future.

“I have been cooking all afternoon today. Although i skills are still clumsy, it's definitely delicious. Aunt Hoa said so.”

The thick-faced Khe Phuong is still excited to welcome this so-called mother into the meal that she has spent countless efforts to be like this.

“No need. Didn't I say I wanted to eat white porridge? I'm afraid these delicious dishes of yours will choke me to death.”

The words did not end, Mrs. Khanh Thuy quickly returned to the stairs, took a quick breath, and did not turn her head to look at that hideous daughter-in-law.

Khanh Thuy just never liked this daughter-in-law at all. From the day she heard her husband talk to the so-called brother of the past about this mismatched predestined relationship, she could not put a hair of Khe Phuong in her eyes. Not to mention this daughter-in-law is not even looked at by her beloved son. Just the story in Khanh Thuy's house finding someone who hates her daughter-in-law is so happy that in the middle of the night when she was sleeping, she had to wake up and laugh out loud.

Khe Phuong stood downstairs looking at her mother's back, her eyes flickering with sadness.

“I cooked some porridge for my mother. When aunt took it, you said you would cook. I'm afraid that when you tell me to cook, she won't eat it.”

It was too late at night, and outside there were only a few whispers of the wind blowing in the simple room of Khe Phuong. She still hadn't slept, still glued to the distant streetlights, waiting for the familiar sound of a figure that had to be anxious all day. Around her wedding room, except for the large, elaborately decorated bed, almost all the temples are simply attached with pictures from the old spring of the dreamer Khe Phuong. The person she can now call her husband love twice. She fell in love with Dang Bao, loved at first sight, from his eyes and lips for the first time when he called Khe Phuong’s small name. That little love grew day by day, at first it was just a pile of mulch, but unexpectedly, it became a fiercely burning fire. She is madly in love.

“Mr. Dang Bao is back!”

The echo from downstairs woke up Khe Phuong's dream of a shy Dang Bao proposing to her, a gentle Dang Bao rubbing his hair and sweetly saying: he's back with Khe Phuong. She jolted awake, dashed to the doorway, ran as fast as she could to the bottom of the stairs, where she thought he was standing tenderly waiting for her to rush in with a warm embrace.

“Miss Khe Phuong, aren't you? You look so different.”

A woman with white skin, slender body as gentle as spring water is supporting Dang Bao step by step, stunned, seeing Khe Phuong burst into a surprised laugh.

“Is he… drunk again?”

Khe Phuong looked at the man she loved madly in front of her. He was clearly very drunk, his whole body if it wasn’t for the support of the girl next to him, he would probably fall at any moment. But even when drunk like this, Khe Phuong also feels he beautiful. The whole handsome face with such straight lines, of course, can’t disappear just because of drunkenness.

“Every time he gets drunk, he has to bother you to take him home. I feel so embarrassed!”

Khe Phuong suddenly realized that she had forgotten to fulfill her responsibilities as a wife quickly supporting Dang Bao's side.

“I was at home when he called. I thought he turned out like that. I even teased why you didn't call your wife to come pick you up and he said he had a number for each of you. Turns out he was afraid of her suffering.”

The girl next to her smiled and slightly embarrassed Khe Phuong. What does that saying mean?

“What's her name?”

Khe Phuong was a little angry, but she was afraid that she would show it too clearly, and quickly covered it up:

“Until he woke up, if he asked who to take it home, I would still know to answer.”

“Tinh Nhi. My name is To Tinh Nhi.”