CHAPTER 8: First day working for boss Hoang

But he thought wrong, he couldn't think optimistically and simply!

Boss Hoang was not so easy to serve!

After reading the work order, Ngoc led Trinh Anh Tu into boss Hoang's office.

"Have you remembered everything that needs to be done?" Minh Quan asked, not taking his eyes off the laptop for even a second.

Anh Tu replied: "I have remembered everything."

Closing the laptop, he took off his glasses and told him to come massage his shoulders. This was his first job, whatever Boss Hoang asked him to do, he would do.

Trinh Anh Tu was so nervous that he held his breath when the space was only left with him and this icy Boss Hoang. Carefully, gently massaging.

"Ah! Do you know how to massage?!". Suddenly he got angry, pushed his hand away.

Trinh Anh Tu was panicked, not knowing where he went wrong, so he withdrew his hand: "Yes, is there anything wrong?".

"Can't you be gentle? Do you think I'm a piece of dough that you can knead and squeeze at will?! Hurry up and do it again!".

Obviously I'm very gentle! If I'm too strong, I'll see if your bones are still intact and then demand it!

This guy has a bad temper, that's why he became the target of those servants' bullets. Anh Tu was annoyed and cursed in his heart, wanting to break this arrogant guy's bones.

Holding back, this time he tried to be gentler, being careful with each step. Seeing that Boss Hoang didn't say anything, didn't cry out in pain, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Boss Hoang likes softness, not hardness.

After passing the first test, Anh Tu felt like he was going to war. He was mentally exhausted, whoever could endure Boss Hoang, he would kowtow to that person as his master.

When it was time for dinner, he helped Boss Hoang downstairs. The elevator was installed in the house, the first time he saw it. A country bumpkin was enlightened.

Tonight's dinner was cooked by the maid, tomorrow it would be his turn to cook. If he cooked, he would put a whole jar of salt in the soup pot to make the boss feel salty to death. To punish him for being so arrogant.

Pushing the wheelchair to the dining table, the wheelchair had the function of raising the chair up. Adjusting it to fit the table for easy eating.

Finished, just as he was about to leave, Master Hoang told him to sit down and eat with him.

Trinh Anh Tu was surprised, normally servants were not allowed to sit at the same table with their boss, but Boss Hoang was suddenly kind and asked him to eat with him.

Sitting down, Anh Tu was careful not to let any of his actions be criticized. He only dared to eat white rice and a little vegetables, not daring to touch the other dishes. He cried and looked at the delicious dishes and couldn't help but regret.

The dining room was quiet, he ate without making any noise. He focused on eating without talking, not paying attention to anything else.

Looking into the kitchen next door, Anh Tu could no longer see the maid. It seemed like they would get off work at six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already seven o'clock.

He was wondering, since he had stepped into this house, he had not seen the shadow of the young mistress anywhere. Was she busy somewhere?

Or had she argued with Hoang Minh Quan?

"You don't like to eat meat?" Minh Quan suddenly asked.

Anh Tu was stunned, who would dare to eat his meat. Then he smiled and let it go: "I don't like to eat meat very much, boss, just eat it."

Receiving the answer, he silently continued eating.

Trinh Anh Tu: "...".

Stealing a glance at Hoang Minh Quan, the way he ate slowly and leisurely showed that he had been well educated since he was a child. His elegant appearance, calm and quiet without making any noise, created the elegance of a man.

Possessing white skin made him look weak. Adding to that cold expression covered with a thick layer of frost, he was no different from a ghost filled with resentment that wanted to strangle people.

His thin lips looked heartless as he chewed his rice. His soulless eyes were always gloomy as they focused on the center of attention.

He was wondering if it was because he worked hard that his eyesight had deteriorated. But when he looked at him, he felt that this man's eyes vaguely contained a cold, lonely lake of ice.

Thinking back, he had always been a man of few words, only speaking when necessary, normally not bothering to open his mouth to speak a word. Sometimes when people talked to him, he ignored them, making them angry. Making people mistakenly think that he was looking down on them.

Anh Tu smiled faintly, this arrogant guy was hated by everyone.

"What's the matter?". Being stared at, Minh Quan asked coldly.

Trinh Anh Tu quickly looked away, taking the opportunity to eat: "No, nothing".

The most stressful dinner he had ever had was finally over. He washed the dishes and kept crying in his heart. He hadn't eaten any meat during the entire meal, so now he was a bit hungry.

Looking at the plate of sweet and sour stir-fried meat right in front of him, he could only swallow his saliva and eat vegetables. It was so miserable, from now on he had to eat with boss Hoang every day, he couldn't stand it.

The next job, helping boss Hoang take a bath.

Entering the modern bathroom with many amenities, Trinh Anh Tu was surprised to the point of being fascinated. Everything was so fancy and luxurious. There were enough high-end shampoos and skin care products in the cabinet. Just looking at it, one could tell the prices were staggering.

Looking at the bathroom manual, Trinh Anh Tu, although a country boy, was also very sharp-minded. He understood after reading the instructions. He mixed warm water in the bathtub and tested the temperature. Then he pushed the wheelchair of Boss Hoang into the bathroom.

Helped him unbutton his shirt, because he was fiddling with his hands, it was a bit difficult. With his strong force, if he wasn't gentle, this expensive shirt would definitely tear. He didn't have money to compensate, and he didn't want his salary to be negative as soon as it reached his hand.

Frowning slightly, Minh Quan's ears suddenly turned red. Looking down at the kid kneeling in front of him, concentrating on unbuttoning his shirt, Hoang Minh Quan was imagining some indecent things.

Blushing, he realized he had gone too far with his shameful thoughts. Out of anger, he kicked him away.

"You can't even do a few buttons, do you still want your salary?!".

Trinh Anh Tu fell until he was stunned, luckily the bathroom was completely dry and dry, so he didn't get wet. He cursed Boss Hoang in his heart, is this treating him like a street dog picked up to torture?!

On the surface, he hurriedly got up to see the situation: "Are you okay?".

He unbuttoned himself: "What's wrong? Do it properly."

Wasn't that what I was doing?! Why did I suddenly kick someone! Damn it, it hurts me to death. Oh, but...

Suddenly, I felt something was wrong here, but where was it wrong? Trinh Anh Tu stood there dumbfounded.

"What are you still standing there for? Put me on that chair over there!".

He focused on his work, picked him up with one hand. He was so light, he felt that he wasn't as heavy as the bags of rice he had carried at one time.

In that short moment, the two of them stared at each other. The atmosphere became strange.

Anh Tu suddenly heard his heart beating strongly, it was so fast that it was pounding. Realizing that it was Minh Quan, he panicked and asked: "Are you okay? Why is your heart beating so fast?".

Hoang Minh Quan pursed his lips, his eyes swaying, avoiding his gaze. He said softly: "Okay, put me down."

Boss Hoang's expression at this moment looked shy, it was the first time he had seen it. He had thought that this person was as cold as ice, but he didn't expect that there was this highlight.

Gently put him down on the chair, pulled out his shirt. He was stunned when he saw the scars on his fair skin. The old scars vaguely left deep, indelible marks, some new wounds that had appeared had been treated.

"Boss, were you beaten?". He couldn't help but exclaim.

Minh Quan lowered his eyes, when he glanced up, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, ready to stab someone: "It's none of your business, do you do it or not?".

"Yes, yes, I'll do it right away!".

Raising his hand to unzip his pants, Hoang Minh Quan's hand was grabbed, his face darkened as he said: "Wait a minute".

He was bewildered: "What?".

He pretended to be crippled, not crippled at all, letting another man take off all his clothes had already ruined his image. Hoang Minh Quan let go of his hand: "I'll do the rest myself, you go out".

Trinh Anh Tu secretly looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. How crippled is he that he still stands there not letting anyone touch or help him. Humph, if you're so good, then do it yourself and see.

To avoid further trouble: "If you need anything, just call me".

Then he went out, closed the door and sat right in front of it. He was staring at what the crippled boss Hoang could do.

Minh Quan in the bathroom took a breath and slowly sighed. He put his hand on his chest and blushed, he must have gone crazy to have such a fluttering feeling in his heart.

The first time someone asked about him when he saw him injured, a warm feeling that he had not felt for a long time suddenly swept across his heart. A small ray of warm sunshine lit up.

Remembering the old days, a fourteen-year-old boy was abused by his stepmother but his biological father did not ask about him. On the contrary, he scolded him, thinking that he had gone to fight.

The pain from his body reached his soul, incubating and creating a dark space that could not be forced out.

Not receiving any attention, from then on he closed his mouth, hating the world.

Minh Quan laughed coldly, he turned off the shower and stepped into the bathtub to soak. All of his emotions from the past until now, except for anger and coldness towards everyone, he did not feel happy or sad when countless unexpected situations happened.

Perhaps it had changed since the first day he met Anh Tu. A naive, simple young man, he had something that made people feel very secure when being around him.

Change clothes, sit in the wheelchair and call Anh Tu to come in and push him out.

He was surprised that the boss Hoang, who had a crippled leg, still bathed and dressed himself. He had bet with himself that if he didn't call him in to help, he would forever become his dog.

Haven't I already lowered myself?! Now I've become his good dog?!

Minh Quan worked again, Anh Tu wanted to ask him if he was a machine that he worked forever without getting tired. From morning to night, there was no time to rest, he thought that after bathing, he would watch movies or go for a walk. Or do something entertaining.

He guessed wrong, the ones he thought were other people's tycoons. Juggling money in bars and clubs, playing around and forgetting the way home. As for his boss Hoang, he was a diligent and hard-working tycoon who only slept for three hours.

It was said that the Hoang family has always been known to be rich, with a huge fortune that three generations of descendants could not spend. So why did Hoang Minh Quan work so hard without rest? Didn't he already have money to spend?

He didn't understand boss Hoang, nor did he want to know. His job was to work well to receive money.

"Boss Hoang, if there's nothing else, I'll go home."

Without taking his eyes off the documents, he said: "Wait a minute."

What else was there to do? "Why?".

Hoang Minh Quan: "You move here tomorrow, I'll have someone clean your private room."

He raised his eyebrows: "Why? I have a house."

He lost patience and clicked his tongue: "Do whatever you say."

Moving to live with boss Hoang?! What kind of disaster was he about to encounter?!

Crying in his heart, he really wanted to retreat and run away: "Yes, I'll take my leave first!".

Looking at Anh Tu's figure disappearing behind the door, Minh Quan curled his lips and smiled lightly: "Stupid guy".

Today's mood was quite comfortable, after reading the documents and finishing the contract, he stood up to make a cup of hot tea.

At night, the house was empty and desolate. He really liked this atmosphere, only when he was alone could he be himself.

The door beeped, Truong Phi Yen returned. Seeing him, she unconsciously lowered her head to avoid eye contact with him. She hurriedly went upstairs.

"Hey, are you still home tomorrow?".

After a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned to look at Hoang Minh Quan, who was still walking normally. The cold husband had not spoken to each other since their marriage, nor had the opportunity to be together. Today, he suddenly started talking to her.

She was so happy inside, she smiled and said: "If you want me to stay home, I will stay home with you".

He said with disgust: "No need".

The harsh words made the smile on Phi Yen's lips stiffen, she raised her eyes full of regret and anticipation to look at him: "Then why did you ask that..?".

Still the same tone: "I have hired a caretaker, from now on I don't need you to follow me to act every time I go out. You can go wherever you want, I don't care".

Saying what needed to be said, he turned and left.

Suddenly, Truong Phi Yen asked with a trembling voice: "Is that person male or female?".

Hoang Minh Quan ignored her, Phi Yen followed him and asked again: "Is it a man or a woman?!".

She grabbed his hand, Minh Quan frowned and jerked his hand away, throwing her away. The devil's eyes were like swords and glared at her: "It's none of your business".

She slipped, unconsciously falling backwards. He was heartless and didn't bother to help her up, instead he hated her even more.

Her eyes never left his back as he disappeared, her heart became lonely. She gritted her teeth, all her resentment and resentment appeared on her beautiful face.

The six years she had been with him were only the title of Mr. Hoang's little mistress in name, she had never been touched by him. He was the first man who made her know love, the first man who taught her how suffering was formed.

The reason was very simple, because he didn't love her.

But she had given him her only true feelings from the first day she met him, not caring about future regrets. Taking care of him wholeheartedly without asking for anything in return, not even love.

Being a person who kept quiet and buried the secret that his leg had been cured. Receiving it back was a heartbreaking feeling.

Truong Phi Yen laughed coldly, sometimes she wanted to end the marriage contract with him right away and leave the place that was tormenting her.

But thinking about the times when he was unintentionally gentle with her, the determination of her anger also disappeared. Softening her heart to stay and endure.

The reason she stayed by his side was because she was his "co-star". After taking revenge on Kieu Chi Chau, he would end the contract with her.