Chapter 10
True and fake
JK stomped his foot and slowly turned to ask:
- What did you say?
Thanh Hang shot him a contemptuous look and replied:
- You're Ngoc's biological father!
JK studied her every move with skepticism. Her expressionless face seemed to mock his perfect revenge. He smirked with confidence:
- Don't even try to fool me. You broke up with me after six months of dating, and during that time, you never had morning sickness, and you didn't miss your period. That bastard can't possibly be my child.
Thanh Hang burst into mocking laughter, full of pity for JK:
- You're utterly stupid—that's why I dumped you!
JK loved tormenting others, but being mocked sent him into a frenzy. He choked her and roared:
- Damn whore—proof?! No proof, and I'll kill you!
Thanh Hang clutched his hands, preventing him from crushing her windpipe. Watching her face turn purple, JK feared committing murder and loosened his grip slightly—but refused to let go. Coughing violently between manic laughs, she taunted:
- Proof? After thirty years, you're still demanding proof—how pathetic!
Enraged, JK slapped his former lover to the ground and bellowed:
- Don't think I don't dare to kill you!
Her hair disheveled and mouth bloodied, Thanh Hang laughed like a madwoman—her voice laced with three parts pain and sorrow, seven parts mockery for the father who'd forced his daughter into incest:
- I did everything I could to hide my pregnancy because I was afraid that if you found out I was carrying your child, you would try to keep me bound to you and never let me live in peace. But on the day we broke up, I suddenly had morning sickness right in front of you. The shock hit you so hard that you forgot everything. At that time, I was one month pregnant. Strangely, my belly looked completely normal—if you didn't look closely, you'd never notice.
A purplish-gray hue swept across JK's face as every trace of madness erupted on his features. Suppressing his rage, he listened to Thanh Hang's final revelation:
- That month, I stayed by your side the whole time. Almost every day, you demanded to sleep with me, day and night. Later, I gave birth at full term, which, to you, was the correct timing. However, to my suspicious husband, it appeared that I had given birth a month early—he forced me to throw Ngoc away!
Thanh Hang concluded with a scornful laugh:
- My husband asked if premature birth was possible. The obstetrician said my body was abnormal—my womb too weak to survive premature labor. If I'd delivered early, both I and the baby would've died!
Thanh Hang's words contradicted the information JK had obtained from the hospital years ago. The old man twisted his mouth into a crooked grin:
- All medical documents clearly state Hoang Thanh Hang was born in the correct month. The pregnant woman's husband was Hoang Sinh.
The question left Thanh Hang momentarily speechless. JK let out a triumphant laugh, but his former lover suddenly began to chuckle. She threw him a look full of mockery, contempt, and pity—driving JK into a furious roar.
- Whore, today's the day you die!
He lunged, seizing her throat and slapping her repeatedly. Blood trickled from her mouth as she kept smiling contemptuously:
- Haha... You always overlook everything when you're excited.
Thanh Hang sneered at JK's indigo-purple face. The old bastard was in his most frenzied and agitated state.
- Back then, there was another pregnant woman who also gave birth to a daughter on the same day as I did.
JK paled, realizing the gravity. Thanh Hang read every microexpression on his face. The old bastard was panicking. He was terrified. He was desperately denying his former lover's words, cold sweat soaking his ashen face.
- You guessed exactly right—she and her husband had the exact same names as my husband and me!
Thanh Hang burst into wild laughter:
- Hahaha... You stole the wrong files, you truly foolish old bastard! Indeed, how wise you are, yet burdened with so many bitter wrongs. Haha... Fathers and grandfathers forcing their descendants into incest, yet still with the illusion of perfect revenge! Before avenging, you should carefully test the genes to see if Ngoc is really your daughter? I can't imagine you being so unbelievably stupid. I'm laughing until tears flow!
The partially believed parts almost completely eroded all the remaining doubts. Fear rose in JK's heart. If this were true, even if the old man died millions of times, he could never wash away his sins. If this nine-part fabricated story came true, JK would be unable to face the descendants he tormented. For those who bring karmic burdens to their family, losing all human dignity is the most terrible punishment.
JK stomped his foot and slowly turned to ask:
- What did you say?
Thanh Hang shot him a contemptuous look and replied:
- You're Ngoc's biological father!
JK, half believing and half doubting, scrutinized every gesture of Thanh Hang. Her expressionless face seemed to mock his perfect revenge. He smirking with confidence:
- Don't even try to fool me. We dated for six months before you suddenly left. Back then, you never even missed your period. That bastard can't possibly be my child.
Thanh Hang burst into mocking laughter, full of pity for JK:
- You're utterly stupid—that's why I dumped you!
JK loved tormenting others, but being mocked sent him into a frenzy. He choked her and roared:
- Damn whore—proof?! No proof, and I'll kill you!
Thanh Hang clutched his hands, preventing him from crushing her windpipe. Watching her face turn purple, JK feared committing murder and loosened his grip slightly—but refused to let go. Coughing violently between manic laughs, she taunted:
- Proof? After thirty years, you're still demanding proof—how pathetic!
Enraged, JK slapped his former lover to the ground and bellowed:
- Don't think I don't dare to kill you!
Her hair disheveled, mouth bloodied, Thanh Hang laughed like a madwoman—her voice laced with three parts pain and sorrow, seven parts mockery for the father who'd forced his daughter into incest:
- I did everything I could to hide my pregnancy, because I was afraid that if you found out I was carrying your child, you would try to keep me bound to you and never let me live in peace. But on the day we broke up, I suddenly had morning sickness right in front of you. The shock hit you so hard that you forgot everything. At that time, I was one month pregnant. Strangely, my belly looked completely normal—if you didn't look closely, you'd never notice.
A purplish-gray hue swept across JK's face as every trace of madness erupted on his features. Suppressing his rage, he listened to Thanh Hang's final revelation:
- That month, I stayed by your side the whole time. Almost every day, you demanded to sleep with me, day and night. Later, I gave birth at full term, which, to you, was the correct timing. However, to my suspicious husband, it appeared that I had given birth a month early—he forced me to throw Ngoc away!
Thanh Hang concluded with a scornful laugh:
- My husband asked if premature birth was possible. The obstetrician said my body was abnormal—my womb too weak to survive premature labor. If I'd delivered early, both I and the baby would've died!
Her words contradicted the hospital records JK had obtained. The old bastard's mouth twisted into a grin:
- All medical documents clearly state Hoang Thanh Hang was born in the correct month. The pregnant woman's husband was Hoang Sinh.
The question left Thanh Hang momentarily speechless. JK let out a triumphant laugh, but his former lover suddenly began to chuckle. She threw him a look full of mockery, contempt, and pity—driving JK into a furious roar.
- Whore, today's the day you die!
He lunged, seizing her throat and slapping her repeatedly. Blood trickled from her mouth as she kept smiling contemptuously:
- Hah... You always overlook everything when you're excited.
Thanh Hang sneered at JK's indigo-purple face. The old bastard was in his most frenzied and agitated state.
- Back then, there was another pregnant woman who also gave birth to a daughter on the same day as I did.
JK paled, realizing the gravity. Thanh Hang read every microexpression on his face. The old bastard was panicking. He was terrified. He was desperately denying his former lover's words, cold sweat soaking his ashen face.
- You guessed exactly right—she and her husband had the exact same names as my husband and me!
Thanh Hang burst into wild laughter:
- Hahaha... You stole the wrong files, you truly foolish old bastard! Indeed, how wise you are, yet burdened with so many bitter wrongs. Haha... Fathers and grandfathers forcing their descendants into incest, yet still deluding themselves with perfect revenge! Before avenging, you should carefully test the genes to see if Ngoc is really your daughter? I can't imagine you being so unbelievably stupid. I'm laughing until tears flow!
Anh Dao answered between hurried breaths, spoke a few words, and then asked permission to hang up. Through the rearview mirror, she saw her own flushed cheeks. Beads of sweat, carrying a faint fragrance, seeped into her exquisitely fragrant skin. Her thin, damp white shirt clung tightly to her heated body. The pink lace-embroidered lingerie gracefully traced a blazing rainbow reigning over a snowy paradise.
A few hours ago, the arousal had subsided, and Anh Dao thought it would no longer return. Yet, only a few minutes later, it crept back in, as if mocking her. The feeling was reminiscent of the moments when she looked at erotic images. Anh Dao found it strange. She hadn't been drugged by JK, and that old man had no reason to do such a thing.
The arousal didn't violently push her to seek physical satisfaction, but rather came and went, tempting her to fall into obsession, then releasing her, allowing her to calm down again. At that moment, it returned once more, trying to seduce her, only to withdraw back into the darkness.
This repeated cycle caused Anh Dao to lose focus, her mind unsettled, as if someone were pulling the steering wheel, forcing her to drive the car toward the roadside. She leaned her face against the wheel, and in her ears came soft whispers—she didn't know if they were hallucinations or something else, but she couldn't help but glance at Hoang Kim.
Anh Dao was shocked to discover Hoang Kim was sweating more than a running stream. She didn't know when it started, but his skin had gradually turned dark purple, and his eyes had become bloodshot, staring at her with lustful hunger. He looked even more terrifying than when he was with Ngoc and her daughters.
Frightened, Anh Dao quickly called JK. The old man was startled in horror and said:
- What? Hoang Kim drank The Emperor's three beauties in one night, he vented his desire on three girls—the effects should've burned out by now! This is absurd!
Hearing JK's panic—as if he'd witnessed it himself—Anh Dao still doubted:
- Did Father get the medicine himself?
JK slapped his forehead:
- Damn it, I was on a call then.
He turned to his bodyguard:
- Which vial did you take?
The bodyguard looked completely confused and replied:
- Uh... the one I took was blue.
JK rolled his eyes, punching and kicking as he shouted:
- Damn you! Useless fool! I told you to get the sea-blue vial!
The bodyguard clutched his head:
- The two colors looked similar! I grabbed the wrong one—sorry, boss!
Anh Dao heard JK's roar through the phone:
- Sorry? wrong, damn your mother! You've ruined all my plans. The potion you took was the Emperor's four beauties in one night. Hoang Kim only played with three women; he couldn't release the full lust, and now he'll bleed from every orifice until he dies.
The old man clutched his head, lamenting:
- Damn idiot! How am I supposed to deal with his corpse now?
The driver played a "cherry blossom" song:
- Boss, let's cool off with some music.
Anh Dao heard JK order the driver to stop, followed by a series of noises—like dragging the driver out—accompanied by punches, kicks, and furious cursing:
- You damn dog, tired of living? You knew damn well Anh Dao is my daughter, and you still dared to be rude? I'll kill you, you mongrel!
The driver's desperate pleas, JK's furious curses, and the thudding blows—along with the bodyguards rushing in to stop him—all sent Anh Dao's mind into a whirl. The raw, lifelike sounds made her half-believe, half-doubt. The act itself was clumsy, but the master-servant performance of JK and his men truly deserved the highest award. But if this was real, Anh Dao found it hard to understand why JK had pushed her into a situation where she didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
The blonde lazily hung up the phone, turned to Hoang Kim, and sighed. She stared into his bloodshot eyes and terrifying expression—yet he dared not move. The miserable man wanted out, but the door latch was stuck. He clung to whatever he could, desperately trying to restrain himself, to stop himself from lunging at Anh Dao.
- Hurry... get out of the car... I can't hold on much longer!
Anh Dao was burning with springtime desire. She let out a soft laugh at this man who always thought of others.
- You're so strange. You're about to die, and you're still worried about someone's daughter? I thought you only acted like this with Ngoc and her daughters!
Anh Dao slightly parted her lips, revealing a meaningful smile.
- Who would've thought…
She didn't finish the sentence, just rested her cheek against the steering wheel, gazing at him:
- How many girls have you used this little trick on?
Anh Dao kept talking, piece by piece, but Hoang Kim still couldn't understand what she meant. Seeing her sitting motionless in the car, he suddenly grew irritable:
- What the hell are you babbling about? Get the hell out!
Cherry giggled at his deliberately rough attempt to drive her away:
- Oh? I'm just a girl and I'm not scared, and you, a real man, what are you afraid of?
Hoang Kim was annoyed, too tired to speak, but still afraid of making the same mistake again. Anh Dao calmly waited—if Hoang Kim dared to rape her, she would knock him out on the spot. Even if he died a terrible death, she wouldn't care. But if he could hold on for another ten minutes, she wouldn't let him die in this desolate wasteland.
Unfortunately, within just a few seconds, Hoang Kim lunged at her. All goodwill vanished in the face of this indecent act. Anh Dao glared at the man she once both respected and feared now preparing to act vile, shook her head in disgust, and swung to chop Hoang Kim's neck. But he moved faster, reaching for the car door beside her. After a brief struggle, the door still wouldn't budge. Enraged, Hoang Kim cursed:
- Fuck! Today is absolute shit!
He tried to look back behind the car but suddenly face-to-face with Anh Dao. The girl hesitated, slowly lowering her raised arm. Hoang Kim frowned, not understanding her intention, and hurriedly turned away, avoiding her gaze. Anh Dao's cheeks flushed pink—she had thought he was going to do something vile, yet he was a hero true to his name.
Hoang Kim didn't care, while Anh Dao shyly lowered her head, embarrassed for having misjudged him. He let out a breath—if she had maintained that teasing air of a grown woman, he could've handled the situation with ease. But now, she looked as flustered as an innocent girl about to approach her lover. Her awkward demeanor made it seem like she was the one who had wronged him.
"What a strange girl!"
Hoang Kim muttered to himself as he bent down and walked to the back of the car. The vehicle was long, with a spacious aisle between the two rows of seats. He pushed for a long time, but it was still stuck. Frustrated, Hoang Kim kept kicking the car door, but it was all in vain. Cherry clicked her tongue and said:
- This car is made of ultra-durable metal—human strength alone can't break it.
With nothing else to do, he sat down on the floor of the car. After a brief silence, Anh Dao asked:
- You and I are complete strangers—why are you so worried about me?!
He asked her about her relationship with the mother and two daughters. She replied that she didn't know them, to which he laughed and said:
- Yet you pleaded so many times for people who are complete strangers to you!
Anh Dao raised her voice:
- Because we are women!
He smiled faintly at her reaction and that typically female response:
- You don't need to know someone to help or worry about them. That's what being human means.
At the mention of the word 'human,' the one no longer worthy of being a human gave a bitter laugh:
- I don't want any more girls to suffer because of me.
Satisfaction glimmered in Anh Dao's eyes at the answer she had been waiting for. Hoang Kim urged her to take him home, saying he'd have his mother come break the car door. Anh Dao drove a few stretches before having to stop the car, as something invisible kept trying to twist her hand aside.
- Sorry… I can't concentrate…
Hoang Kim asked worriedly what was wrong, but she made up an excuse to avoid answering. From then on, the two remained silent. Anh Dao sensed the sound of labored breathing beneath the floor of the car. Hoang Kim heard rapid, broken breaths coming from the front, pounding against his sensitive ears—because of the aphrodisiac. Two gasps, separated by mere inches, merged at once—enchanting the mind of their master.
The stranger was determined to maintain a will of steel. If he could hold on for ten more seconds, he would reach the limit she allowed. Every second was torture for the one being tested. His whole body convulsed; every bulging tendon felt like it was about to snap. His mind was compressed to the verge of explosion.
When hot blood began to trickle from his ears, the minute hand took Hoang Kim's place as the savior who would rescue him from the brink of death. In a haze, Hoang Kim heard footsteps and saw two cherry blossoms slowly approaching. She sat down across from him, and in his blurred vision, her figure merged into one.
He wanted to turn away but couldn't resist the rather strong perfume, closely resembling the sweet orchid scent that lingered long and was hard to forget, fading only a few hours ago. But now, the scent of cherry blossoms filled the air. This new perfume had only been applied seconds ago. He didn't understand why she would tempt someone already tormented by desire. In confusion, he asked:
- What are you doing?
She placed her hand on his shoulder, just a light touch enough to make the man tremble. The faint scent on her wrist seeped into his nostrils, instantly awakening his senses. He clenched his teeth and fists, trying to suppress the beast within, hear her whisper:
- Save your life.