Single mom Diệu Hân A man named Ti constantly follows Hân and forces her to love him
Hello everyone. Today I’m back to share another
story with you. The story of the single mother Juan. I hope you enjoy watching this video. After
the very first time he followed her, T began to develop the idea of finding out exactly where Han
lived. He pretended he was only strolling around, slowly walking down the narrow lanes, his eyes
discreetly scanning every house and every turn. In the days that followed, he appeared in that
area almost every day. Sometimes he leaned against an electric pole. Other times, he sat quietly at a
roadside tea stall. His gaze following the stream of passers by. Outwardly, Te seemed like an idle
man simply enjoying the village scenery. But in reality, he carried a single purpose, to catch
sight of Han. His repeated appearances gradually made Han uneasy. Each time she went to the market
or picked up Tom, she felt as if someone was watching her. Whenever she turned around, she
often caught a glimpse of tea somewhere nearby, only for him to quickly slip away as if his
presence were a coincidence. Han didn’t dare tell anyone, keeping her worried to herself.
She knew that although T hadn’t acted yet, his persistence would eventually bring trouble
for her and her son, T wasn’t in a hurry. He was like a patient predator. By day he
wandered slowly with a cigarette in his mouth, hands clasped behind his back, eyes idly sweeping
over each house. In truth, he was memorizing every alley, every iron gate, even the courtyards where
women’s clothes were hung to dry. On some days, T stood at a distance pretending to admire the
fields. But his eyes never left the road where Han usually returned from the market. When her
familiar figure appeared, he smiled faintly, following a few steps before stopping to avoid
being noticed. A night he didn’t stop either. He rode his motorbike slowly around the narrow
lanes, his headlight cutting through the darkness as though he were just passing by. But each time
he picked up new details, houses that stayed lit late, alleys with little traffic spots where
children’s laughter could be heard. He hadn’t asked anyone yet, but with each passing day, the
gap between him and Han’s secret was shrinking. In his mind, a vague map of her residence was taking
shape. He only needed one final confirmation, and he believed it was only a matter of time. One
evening, as the sun dipped low, T showed up on the same familiar road. People were returning from the
market in groups. In the crowd, he spotted Han, her conicle hat tilted to cover half her face,
her hands carrying heavy baskets. She hurried her steps, but T had already caught the direction she
was heading. He didn’t approach directly, instead keeping just the right distance. His motorbike
rolled slowly, his eyes locked on her every move. The winding path passed several old houses
and led to a narrow, quiet alley. T stopped at the entrance, killed the engine, and pretended to
smoke. He watched as Han opened a green iron gate, quickly stepped inside, and closed the door behind
her. Ti’s eyes lit up as though he had just struck gold, pressing his lips together. A sly smile
flickered at the corner of his mouth. At last, she’s revealed herself. That night, he returned,
watching the house from afar. Through the dim yellow light spilling from the cracks of the door,
he could make out the shadows of Han and her child moving inside. Ti’s heartbeat quickened, not from
affection, but from a selfish sense of possession rising within him. Han had no idea that her
peaceful refuge had already been marked by the stalker. A new chapter of trouble was about to
unfold, and all she could do was brace herself for the unpredictable storm ahead. After discovering
Hans’s house, T didn’t rush to show himself. He was as patient as a predator, carefully observing
the daily habits of the mother and child. By day, he often sat at a small coffee stall near the
crossroads, pretending to read the newspaper while secretly watching the alley. At night, he
circled the street on his motorbike, stopping for only a few seconds each time to memorize the
lights and sounds coming from inside the house. T began to calculate. He noted the hours when
Han went to the market, when she picked up Tom, and when the house fell into silence. Every
little detail was stored in his mind like puzzle pieces slowly coming together. He knew
that as soon as the right opportunity appeared, he could coincidentally approach Han without
raising her suspicion. One evening, he crept along the old fence, his steps as light as a cat.
Through a narrow gap, he saw Han men mind mending her son’s clothes under the yellow lamp. He held
his breath, his heart pounding, not from emotion, but from a vague thrill, the sensation
of prey being within reach. In Ti’s head, obsessive thoughts echoed. How can I stop her
from avoiding me? How can I make her see me? Then slowly accept me. But beneath those twisted
thoughts lay a danger Han still had no idea about. Ti’s shadow appeared closer and closer to her
home like an unshakable ghost. Just one mistake and the fragile piece of mother and child would be
shattered. Lately, Han constantly felt something was wrong around her house. Each time she returned
from the market or picked up Tom, she caught a glimpse of a man standing at the alley or sitting
in a roadside stall, eyes fixed on her. At first, she convinced herself it was a coincidence. But
as it happened again and again, unease grew inside her. At night, while crickets chirped outside, she
couldn’t sleep soundly. Sometimes she startled at the sound of distant dogs barking or a motorbike
passing slowly by. In her mind, the image of tea appeared. The very man she had tried to avoid
now lingering like a shadow around her home. Han became more cautious. Every time she went
out, she looked around carefully, changing her route to confuse anyone who might be watching. The
gate was always locked the moment she entered. She warned Tom never to go outside alone, not even
if someone called his name or pretended to know them. She wanted to share her fears with Ton or a
few close neighbors, but she worried about causing trouble or being seen as paranoid. So she chose
silence, carrying the fear by herself. Only in her weary eyes and in the nights when she clutched her
son tightly did her hidden anxiety truly show. But Han didn’t realize that her silence only made it
easier for Te to get closer. He waited patiently while she was gradually trapped in his invisible
snare. Her sense of safety reduced to something fragile and fleeting. One morning, Han took Tom to
the market as usual. Due still clung to the dirt road. Traffic was sparse. As they turned at the
crossroads, she froze for a moment. T was already standing there waiting. He forced a friendly
smile, his voice deliberately casual as though by chance. Oh, what a surprise. Didn’t expect to see
you here. Off to the market, too. Han stiffened, her hand tightening around her sons. Her eyes
glimmered with caution. Struggling to remain calm, she nodded briefly. “Yes, I’m busy. Excuse me.”
She pulled Tom along quickly, but T followed, walking beside her. His tone measured, trying to
prolong the conversation. “I’ve been coming around here quite often lately. Peaceful place, really. I
guess your house must be nearby.” At those words, Hans’s heartbeat raced. She knew he was probing,
even if cloaked in a casual manner, refusing to reveal anything. She stayed silent, pretending not
to hear, and turned onto a busier road. T stopped, watching the mother and child disappear.
The smile faded from his lips, replaced by a calculating stare. Still trying to avoid me. One
day, you won’t be able to anymore. From then on, Han lived in constant tension. Every step outside
was clouded with fear, expecting Te to appear at any moment, to block her path, to force her into
facing him. In the days after their encounter at the market, T no longer kept his distance. He
began showing up openly around her neighborhood, sometimes sitting all day at the stall by
the alley, other times pretending to fix his bike near the corner. His stocking was no longer
hidden. One afternoon, while Han was busy tending her stall at the market, little Tom wandered off
to play with other children nearby. From afar, T spotted him, his eyes lighting up. He walked
over, voice figning kindness. What’s your name, kid? Where’s your mother? I’ve got some candy
here. Come closer. I’ll give you some. Tom, still small and innocent, stared blankly at
the candy in the stranger’s hand. Just then, Miss Men Han’s close neighbor passed by. She
immediately called out, her voice stern. Thumb, get over here right now. Don’t run off. Startled,
Tom quickly ran back to her side. Ti’s lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing with annoyance.
Though unsuccessful, a darker idea began to form in his mind. If he couldn’t get close to Han
directly, her son might be the key. That night, when Ms. Men recounted everything, Hans’s face
went pale. Her arms trembled as she held Tom tightly. She realized Te had crossed the line. He
was no longer just watching. Fear overwhelmed her, pushing her to find a way to protect her son at
all costs before it was too late. That evening, after Tom had fallen asleep, Miss Men came
over to Hans’s house. Seeing her friend’s pale, worried face, she could no longer contain her
frustration. “Han, are you planning to stay silent forever? That man clearly has bad intentions.
Thank goodness I happened to pass by today, otherwise.” Han lowered her head, hands clutching
the edge of her shirt. Her voice trembled. demon. I don’t dare tell anyone and I don’t know what
to do. I just hope he’ll eventually get bored and leave.” Hearing this, Miss Men shook her head. Her
eyes stern yet sympathetic. “You can’t just sit around and hope for luck. You need to tell someone
you trust, maybe Tom or even the authorities. At the very least, the neighbor should know so they
can keep watch for you. Staying silent only puts you and little Tom in greater danger.” Han lifted
her eyes brimming with tears. Her friend’s words rang like a wake-up call. She understood now fear
couldn’t be erased by hiding it inside. And alone, she could hardly protect her child against a man
as persistent and calculating as tea. That night, holding Tom in her arms, Han thought for a long
time. Ms. Men’s voice echoed in her mind. You need to seek help. For the first time, she considered
reaching out to Tan. the only person she believed could help her confront the looming danger. But
even with those words resounding in her heart, she couldn’t muster the courage to speak up.
She feared that if she told Ton, he would worry and might even provoke more conflict. She also
hesitated to report it to the authorities, afraid T would lose control and do something reckless.
So, she chose silence, relying only on her own caution whenever she went out. Yet her silence
could not protect her for long. One late afternoon after selling at the market until evening, she
left Tom in Ms. Men’s care. When she hurried back home, she found her friend waiting in the yard,
face alarmed. H It’s lucky I kept Tom inside. A strange man came standing at the gate calling
his name. The voice was familiar. I’m certain it was him. Thankfully, Tom didn’t run out. Hans’s
heart clenched as if pierced. Her legs trembled, unable to speak. The image of Te standing outside
calling her son’s name burned vividly in her mind. This was no longer secret stalking. It was bold,
reckless action. That night, Han couldn’t sleep. Even the sound of wind slipping through the
cracks made her flinch. She knew that if she stayed silent any longer, both she and Tom would
face real danger. Ms. Men’s words were no longer advice. They had become an urgent command in her
heart. Seek help immediately. Under the dim light of her desk lamp, she clutched her son tightly,
her eyes shining with determination. She knew that the next morning she could not delay any longer.
But before Han could act, T appeared at her gate. He parked his motorbike, holding a plastic bag
full of fruit in one hand with a watt of cash stuffed in his pocket, trying to look generous.
He grinned, his tone dripping with fake sweetness. Han, life must be tough these days, huh? I brought
a little something. It’s nothing much. Honestly, I want to help you and your boy. If you’d agreed
to go out with me, give me a chance to get to know you. Well, you’d never lack for anything.
Money? Just say the word. At those words, Hans’s face turned pale. She stepped back,
clutching Tom tightly, her eyes filled with fear. Her voice was firm but trembling. Stop it. I don’t
need anything from you. Please leave us alone. The smile vanished from Ti’s lips, replaced by a dark
glare. He threw the bag of fruit on the ground, banknotes scattering across the dirt. His voice
hardened into a threat. You think you can avoid me forever? A single mother like you. Can you
really survive without me? You’d better think again. Don’t make me use force. After Hans’s firm
rejection, T stormed off in fury. But instead of giving up, his obsession only deepened. His
pride wounded. His desire to possess Han burned stronger. he told himself. If money can’t win
her over, then I’ll just have to force her. From that day forward, T appeared constantly.
In the mornings, he prowled around the market, deliberately passing by Han stall with taunting
glances. In the afternoons, he loitered at the alley entrance, pretending to smoke, but keeping
watch. Some days, he even knocked at her door, bringing cheap gifts and trying to force her to
open. Each time Han shut herself inside, trembling as she held her son close. At night, she couldn’t
sleep, ears straining at every sound outside, the barking of dogs, the echo of footsteps, the slow
hum of a passing motorbike, all made her jolt in fear. The neighborhood began to whisper. Some saw
te waiting for her under the scorching sun. Others said he threatened that mother and son would never
live in peace if she didn’t comply. Rumors spread, leaving Han humiliated and desperate. Inside
her, only two paths remained. Continue enduring in silence, swallowed by constant fear, or summon
the courage to seek help and end the torment. But Han knew every moment she hesitated, Te would
push further, and little Tom’s safety grew more endangered with each passing day. One afternoon,
as Han was walking Tom home from the market, T suddenly appeared and blocked their way. He
smiled slightly, holding out a watt of cash, his voice taunting. Han, think it over. Go with
me and you and your child will never want for anything. Keep being stubborn and the little one
will only suffer. Han tightened her grip on her son. Her face ashen. She tried to hurry past, but
T stood in front of them, his eyes flashing with menace. In that tense moment, a familiar voice
came from behind. T, what are you doing? Han and T both turned. It was Ton still holding the shopping
bag he just bought. His gaze was cold as he looked straight at the man blocking the path. T paused
for a beat, then forced a laugh. Oh, so you’re here, too? This is a private matter. Don’t meddle.
Ton stepped forward and put himself between Han and Tom, his voice firm. There’s nothing private
about harassing someone. You should stop right now. Don’t let this go any further. At Tana’s
decisive stance, Han trembled, but felt a wash of relief. For the first time in days, she sensed a
protective shoulder beside her. T scowlled at Tan. He dared not act rashly. He cast one hateful
look at Han and stomped off. Before turning away, he threw a threatening line over his shoulder.
Fine, but you’ll regret refusing me. Han hugged Tom close, her shoulders shaking. Ton put a hand
gently on her shoulder, his voice calm. Don’t be afraid. From now on, I’m here. He won’t dare do
anything. In that moment, Han knew she could no longer stay silent. She needed to rely on Ton and
she had to be stronger to protect Tom from the storm that was coming. After T left, Ton stayed
by her side for a long time. Seeing her thin, trembling shoulders, he spoke solemnly but with
care. This can’t go on. He’s already gone too far. If I hadn’t happened to pass by today, who
knows what might have happened. Han bowed her head and clutched Tom, tears streaming down her face.
After days of living in fear, she felt a little relief at finally having someone step forward.
But fear still nodded at her. I don’t want to make a big deal. I’m afraid if he flies into a
rage, it’ll be worse. I just want us to be safe, Ton. Ton put his hand on her shoulder. His voice
decisive. That’s exactly why we have to act. If he sees you as weak, he’ll push harder. We have
two options. Report him to the authorities or get the neighbors to stay alert so he can’t approach.
But you must decide now. We can’t wait. Han was silent, torn inside. She knew Tan was right. Yet
the fear weighed on her. Seeing this, Tan softened his tone. You are not alone, Han. I’m here, and so
is Chi Men. If he dares come near again, I’ll face him. But to be safe, let me go with you to report
it. That’s the only way to protect you and Tom for good. Hearing that, Han looked up, eyes wet, but
with a flicker of resolve. For the first time, she felt she had a real support and didn’t have
to shoulder the fear alone. She nodded slightly and squeezed Tana’s hand. All right, come with
me tomorrow. I don’t want Tom to live in fear anymore. News about Han planning to ask Tan
to bring the matter to the authorities somehow reached Ti’s ears. Instead of worrying, he threw
his head back and laughed loudly in the tavern, his eyes full of arrogance, slamming his hand
down on the glass of liquor. He growled through gritted teeth. “Report me to the police?”
Huh? Does she really think the authorities here dare to touch me? My father says one word
and no one would dare interfere. The next day, just as Han returned from the market, there was
a loud, relentless knock at her door. T appeared, face dark with rage, his voice dripping with
arrogance. I heard you plan to drag me to the authorities. Don’t waste your time. Around here,
my father’s word is law. If you act recklessly, only you and your son will suffer. Hans face went
pale as she clutched Tom tightly. But she still tried to summon her courage. You have no right
to threaten us. No matter who your father is, I will not let you keep harassing us. T burst
out laughing, full of contempt. The authorities, do you think they dare go against my family?
Don’t be so naive. Obey me and I’ll show you mercy. If not, don’t blame me. As he spoke, he
struck the bag of vegetables from Hans’s hand, scattering them all across the yard. Before
leaving, he hurled one last taunt over his shoulder. Go ahead, report me. Let’s see who dares
punish me. His figure disappeared at the end of the alley, leaving Han standing frozen, her hands
trembling. This time, her fear was overwhelming, for she finally realized Te wasn’t just an
ordinary harasser, but someone emboldened by his family’s power. That night, Han held Tom
tightly and couldn’t sleep. One thought circled endlessly in her mind. If she couldn’t find
real help, she and her son would be trapped in fear forever. What will Han do to escape Ti’s
relentless pursuit? Find out in the next video.
Single mom Diệu Hân A man named Ti constantly follows Hân and forces her to love him
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