Chapter 3 — Love Begins Under the Magnolia Tree

My mind was filled with only the sound of my pounding heart. Just a simple "pretty" from him was enough to crush all the compliments on my appearance that I had heard over the past twenty years. My face turned red, my eyes absentmindedly fell on his lips. Those thin lips - just looking at them makes me want to kiss them. I was stunned for a moment, until a couple arguing loudly at the next table brought me back to reality. The man at the arguing table suddenly waved his hand and threw the cup on the table to the ground. A piece of glass shattered and flew straight towards me. Giang Mo Trach quickly reached out to block me. He frowned slightly, seemingly unable to hold back some pain. I still haven't recovered. The words of thanks got stuck in my throat, my eyes suddenly shrank. Giang Mo Trach's little finger and index finger were cut by a piece of glass, and fresh blood gushed out. Those are your hands holding the scalpel! My heart suddenly tightened. Under Giang Mo Trach's surprised eyes, I grabbed his hand, boldly put those two injured fingers into my mouth, and used saliva to soothe the wound. A few seconds later, I trembled and let go, my voice trembling as well: "Go back to the hospital to get your wound checked." Raising my head, I immediately met his deep, dark eyes. On his fingertips there was still a layer of sticky water, mixed with the red color of blood, looking both blurry and dazzling. Giang Mo Trach looked at me silently for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew his hand. On the contrary, he gently reassured: "It's just a scratch, it's okay." But I was still worried, so I quickly stood up and pulled him out. I wanted to go to the hospital with him, but Giang Mo Trach refused: "It's almost time for your shift, you should go back to the company." When he reached the turn, he signaled me to turn back. I wasn't stubborn either, I just gently said thank you, then turned around and left. Giang Mo Trach stood in place, quietly watching my back disappear. He bowed his head, his eyes stopping at his hand. He slightly curled his fingers, his eyes seemed to waver a bit. 6 Every day I persistently text Giang Mo Trach. At lunch time, I often "accidentally" meet him. But his attitude was always calm and distant, making me feel disappointed and defeated, along with a little sadness. I decided — this time I must strike hard. Thinking of doing it, I chose a day, prepared lunch myself and then went to his department. I appeared on the street in an extremely outstanding way: bright red dress, white high heels, long, wavy hair. Makeup is also extremely delicate, gentle and attractive. Wherever I went, I smiled politely and asked: "Hello, may I ask where Dr. Giang Mo Trach's department is?" In the curious eyes of the nurses and doctors, I finally found Giang Mo Trach. When he saw me, his face showed surprise and a brief moment of surprise, but quickly restored his usual composure. “Why did you come here?” he asked. I smiled brightly: "Doctor Giang, let's have lunch together?" I placed the carefully prepared lunch box on his desk. Giang Mo Trach looked at the rich food boxes and frowned slightly: "There's no need to bring me rice." I smiled and replied: "I like you, I just volunteered." Hearing that, Giang Mo Trach was silent, eyes wide Gently glanced towards the door. I turned around and discovered that there were a few people outside peeking their heads in to take a look. When I caught them, they immediately smiled wryly. I smiled warmly: "Hello everyone." They also quickly responded: "Hello, hello!" “Who are you Dr. Giang?” “Are you a girlfriend?” “How long have you two known each other?” I smiled shyly, then in front of everyone, approached Giang Mo Trach. Less than a finger's distance away, I sweetly called out: "Dear husband." In Giang Mo Trach's always calm eyes, ripples appeared for the first time. He quickly tilted his head and dodged a bit. Outside the door, there were consecutive sounds of surprise. I smiled complacently and teased: "Just kidding, it's not that bad." “But if things go well, maybe at the end of the year everyone will be able to drink our wedding wine.” "Please help everyone pay attention, don't let any other girls get close to Dr. Giang!" Giang Mo Trach stood up, amid the protests of his colleagues, he decisively closed the door. Cutting off the wandering eyes outside, also stopped my random words. I winked and teased: "It's not okay to close the door like this." “Be careful, people think you're playing 'office play'.” "I look so handsome in a white blouse, guess what you thought when you saw me?" I looked at him intently, my eyes sparkling brightly. Jiang Mo Trach's hand holding the doorknob tightened slightly, and I rarely saw his ears gradually turn pink. It turns out that Giang Mo Trach was not always motionless like a mountain. It turns out, he was also teased until he blushed. I suddenly felt a surge of excitement in my heart and wanted to continue teasing him. He taught me somewhat sternly: "Luong Nhac Am, you are a girl, you must respect yourself." “Don't casually say things like that to people of the opposite sex.” Not only did I not listen, I also took advantage of the moment he passed by, secretly grabbed his hand, slid my hand down from his arm, and then squeezed his hand tightly. He stood, I sat. I raised my head, revealing my thin white neck, smiled softly and said: "I only told you, I never told anyone else." After speaking, I immediately held Giang Mo Trach's hand to look at the old wound. The scratch on his finger had long since healed, leaving only two faint scars. I gently used my fingertips to lightly brush over those two scars. Giang Mo Trach's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he immediately withdrew his hand. I pouted — it was rare to have an excuse to touch his beautiful hand, but he refused to let me touch it any longer. Giang Mo Trach walked around me, sat down on the chair next to me, then picked up chopsticks and started eating. I propped my chin up and looked at him, wondering how in the world there could be someone so elegant and handsome when eating. Looking at his red lips that opened and closed slightly, I blurted out and asked: "Doctor Giang, can I give you a kiss?" Giang Mo Trach's hand that was picking up the food stopped. He calmly ordered: "If you don't eat, then go home quickly." Too serious, it's really boring. I didn't tease him anymore, obediently picked up my chopsticks to eat, "I'll leave after I finish eating." After the meal, Giang Mo Trach poured me a cup of hot tea. He simply cleaned the table, then took the trash bag out. I sat drinking tea, admiring his office, my eyes gliding over the desk, at the end stopped at a jacket. Not knowing when, his civilian shirt fell to the ground, covered by the chair leg. I stood up, intending to pick up his shirt to help him. But when I bent down, my vision suddenly stopped. Next to the shirt, I picked up a black card. “Dark Night Earl Card” I looked at that card intently, feeling that this name seemed very familiar. I quickly took out my phone to take a photo, then carefully put the card back in my pocket as before. Before Jiang Mo Trach returned, I left the office. Because — I remembered. What does that card represent? A feeling of surprise and disbelief filled my head. Giang Mo Trach... maybe not the noble and cold type I once thought. 7 I made a phone call. On the other end of the line, a lazy, frustrated male voice rang out: "What else?" “Hua Chi, that Dark Night place is your family's property, right?” Hua Chi — my close friend. Hearing my question, his voice immediately became serious: "Why do you ask that?" “I want to go in there and check it out.” The other end of the line immediately roared: "Is that a place you can just go to?! What are you so mad about?" Under my persistent persistence, Hua Chi finally gave in, with one condition: he must come with me. I agreed immediately. “Dark Night” is a private club, only for special members. Membership approval conditions are extremely strict and complicated, making it difficult for ordinary people to have a chance to set foot in. Under the guidance of Hua Chi, we put on masks and entered the specialized elevator area leading to Dark Night. Right at the moment the elevator door was about to close, from the narrow gap I saw a figure in a black suit passing by. Even though it was just a quick glance, I immediately recognized that figure, which I had followed countless times. It's Giang Mo Trach. The elevator door closed completely, but I still hadn't recovered.