Chapter 4 — By the time he regretted it, I had stopped looking back

Just let him get married first. Waiting until the wedding is over to find out the sky is falling is interesting enough. 1:30 p.m. Uncle Tien sent another message. 【Uncle Tien: The wedding is over. After exchanging rings and kissing, all the guests dispersed.】 Right after that came the second message. 【Uncle Tien: The news has spread. Everyone in the world told each other that Chinh Hang was about to withdraw capital from Tham Thi. Several fund managers have called me to ask if this is true.】 Next was the third message. 【Uncle Tien: Tham Yen Bach knows. His secretary said his face turned pale and he even smashed his phone.】 I put down my cup of coffee. The corners of the lips curled slightly. Finally feeling comfortable. Less than 10 minutes after the third text message, my phone vibrated. Domestic area code. I don't listen. The bell rings for 12 hours and then turns off automatically. Right after that, he called again. Still the same number. I switched to silent mode, continuing to eat my salmon. On the third call, the other person changed the way of contact. A message has been sent. 【Khuong Duong, where are you? We need to talk. —— Tham Yen Bach】 I stared at that message, my finger hovering over the screen. Need to talk. Two days ago, when he took me to the detention center... Did he ever think about talking to me? When he signed the detention decision... Did he ever think about talking to me? When he ordered his bodyguard to drag me down from the 32nd floor... Did he ever think about talking to me? I delete the message. Then open your contacts, drag that phone number to the block list. Outside the window, another swan swam by. I looked at it for a while then stood up and went to the bathroom. Hot water poured down my back, steam quickly covering the mirror. I used my finger to draw a smiling face on the mist. Then delete it again. Don't laugh anymore. There's nothing to laugh about either. 8 p.m. Zurich time. It must have been 2 a.m. in the country. Uncle Tien sent the last message. 【Uncle Tien: Tham Yen Bach has arrived at the detention center. He came himself. As soon as the wedding ended, I went straight there. Even the suit hadn't had time to be changed, there was still a brooch on his chest.】 【Uncle Tien: The warden told him that Khuong Duong had been released at 2pm yesterday.】 【Uncle Tien: I heard he stood motionless in front of the detention center gate for 15 minutes.】 【Uncle Tien: The assistant asked him what to do. He didn't say a word.】Standed there for 15 minutes. I can almost imagine that scene. 2 am. In front of the detention camp gate. Pale yellow street lights. He was wearing a groom's suit, still wearing a white rose on his chest, standing quietly in front of the iron gate. The gate is still closed. That iron gate... I'm no longer inside. Perhaps up until now, he never thought that one day he would have to stand in front of the detention center gate looking for a woman. Even more unexpected... That woman left a long time ago. I put down the phone and turned off the light. Zurich night is strangely quiet. A streak of moonlight crept through the curtain, falling to the floor like a slender Milky Way. I closed my eyes. Not even dreaming. Day three. The domestic stock market is open. 9:30 a.m. I sat in the hotel lobby coffee shop, an open laptop in front of me. On screen is the real-time stock price of Tham Thi Group. Opening price: 42.6. 9:31: 41.8. 9:35 a.m.: 39.2. 9:40 a.m.: hits the floor. The whole process... Less than 10 minutes. Crazy large volume sell orders were issued. Institutional investors fled. Individual investors fled. Even market makers fled. The news of Chinh Hang withdrawing capital has spread since last night. Everyone knows... A Tham Thi losing its biggest investor is like a boat having its spine pulled out.