Chapter 6 — Love Can Be Wrong, Money Can't

During that time, between me and him it was like going back to when we first met. At that time, after work he often went to B University, sometimes just to have a simple meal, sometimes just saying a few sentences and then leaving. As if in boredom, he came to me for entertainment. And now, he clearly carries some intention of atonement, wanting to reconnect with his old love. But Chu Kinh Chieu is the type of person who never gives up his mind for any girl. The love he received was deliberately put into his hands by others. Even I that year was one of those people who pushed cheap love towards him. Even when he atones for his sins, he doesn't do it with much sincerity. His Kinh Nguyen company is not located in Shanghai, so to get here, he had to move continuously between the two places. Sometimes it's a Friday night flight, arriving and leaving that same night. Sometimes it's a late night flight here, without booking a hotel, without bringing anyone with you. He is an investor in My Vu. He said he would not get involved, but he used work as an excuse time and time again. Make a phone call, always want someone to come pick you up. Such an arrogant, unreasonable way of doing things is not his style. I didn't chase him away, and he never opened his mouth to tell me to come back. Chu Kinh Chieu and I kept maintaining a strange balance, not sure what to call it. I think, at a certain age, people rarely even dream about separation and death. I'm just waiting—waiting for the day between you and me, time will naturally make us separate from each other. As for Chu Kinh Chieu... I don't know, what are you waiting for. 14 That day, someone knocked on the door—a strange girl. In her hand she held a piece of paper with an address, clearly asking to find it. “Are you Ninh Sanh?” With just a glance, I immediately realized—this girl was the one who went on a blind date with Ky Canh Nhien. I nodded: "It's me." She assessed me from head to toe—a neatly dressed young lady, her eyes always carrying some contempt. "You only have a pretty face. What's wrong with Ky Canh Nhien? I came here to tell you, with an identity like yours, the Ky family will never accept you as a bride." "Moreover, Ky Canh Nhien cannot leave the Ky family. His father has countless illegitimate children outside, just waiting for him to be stupid enough to abandon the family. Why did you incite him to cut off ties with your family?" I looked at her and asked: "What do you want me to do?" Maybe because I was too calm, she froze a bit. Begging others for love is a difficult thing to say. She hesitated for a while before saying: "Don't be with him anymore. Can you break up with him? I... I can pay you." I replied: "I don't know where you heard it from, but I can say clearly: I have never been with Ky Canh Nhien, never. And... I don't like him either." She clutched the piece of paper in her hand, seemingly in disbelief: "Really... really?" I leaned against the doorframe and nodded slightly. Her face turned red and she turned around to leave. But halfway through, she suddenly turned around, stepped on her high heels and walked in front of me. She pursed her lips and mumbled: "Even though I still have to verify what you said... but... I used to play the game you developed. Before I knew who you were, I already liked you. So... what I said just now is all true." It's fake.” “Ky Canh Nhien likes you—because he has eyes.” “But I'm also very good. One day, he will realize.” Having finished speaking, she walked away with the resounding sound of high heels. I turned around—I saw Chu Kinh Chieu standing there for who knows how long. He must have seen everything, but I didn't bother to say a word. But he stepped forward and grabbed my hand: "Diep Oanh also looked for you before... it was the same scene, right?" Diep Oanh—is the girl his mother was very pleased with in the past. He always thinks I'm narcissistic and just need to argue to break up. He never humbled himself to find out, never lowered his head to look at my self-esteem. I smiled faintly and indifferently: now, old stories can be discussed like family stories. So I casually asked: "In the future, will you two get engaged?" Chu Kinh Chieu walked behind me, not answering. He took off his vest and calmly changed the subject: "What do you want to eat tonight?" I turned around and walked into the study, ignoring him. Chu Kinh Chieu was blocked outside the door, stood silently for a while, and finally did not knock. Slowly it will come... He told himself, For the rest of my life, I will forever be entangled with her like this. 15 A month later, My Vu held the game's launch ceremony on time. Chu Kinh Chieu, as an investor, obviously sat in the audience. Sitting next to him is Ky Canh Nhien—long time no see. The two did not talk. Chu Kinh Chieu's face was expressionless, while Ky Canh Nhien had angry eyes. He still thought—if it weren't for Chu Kinh Chieu, he and Ninh Sanh could have been together. But I don't have the heart to pay attention to the two of them. I focused all my attention on the large screen in front of me. From an old A4 piece of paper, from an idea that no one believed in, we went through many hardships to establish a company, raise capital and now have millions of users. No one knows how many muddy roads we had to overcome. If the game is for women, why should female founders be pushed out of the game? No group of people can sympathize with women... more than women themselves. At the end of the launch ceremony and interviews, Ky Canh Nhien came to me. He blocked the door, not saying a word, looking like a stubborn and stubborn child. After a while, he spoke: "I didn't lose to my brothers... I just lost to my sister." "Because I still have him in my heart, because I don't like you... I don't even have a direction to run forward." I never tried to hide anything, everyone could see. I could not accept Ky Canh Nhien's recklessness, but I easily sank back into the entanglement of the past with Chu Kinh Chieu. Before leaving, Ky Canh Nhien pulled out the PD racing championship trophy from his backpack. I looked at him and saw him carefully finding a place to put it, cradling the trophy over and over again. “I said I would give it to you, so I must give it to you. If you don't keep your word, I'll keep it." You're stubborn—as if you want this trophy to interfere with my future life for you. On the way home, Chu Kinh Chieu was still sitting in the passenger seat. Halfway through the car, he stopped on the side of the road. This season, sycamore leaves have fallen all over Shanghai, bright yellow covering the entire street. I looked at Chu Kinh Chieu—he seemed tired, leaning his head back and closing his eyes to rest. He looks after the chief more mature and calm than before, the hard lines on her cheeks also softened. Years have passed and he is no longer the young man he once was. At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me—it really has been many years. I reached out and shook him awake: "Chu Kinh Chieu—" He opened his eyes, his eyes were still a bit dazed, then looked at me: "Hm? Are you here?" I calmly spoke up—like a normal conversation. I looked straight into his eyes and said softly: "Get out of the car." Chu Kinh Chieu froze and looked out the window for a long time. The sycamore leaves rotated, each leaf falling continuously. This breakup was sudden and without warning. Even though he had experienced it once, he still had no way to cope well. Chu Kinh Chieu tilted his face, pretended not to understand, stubbornly evading: "It's cold outside, just go ahead and work. When I get there, I'll sit in the car and wait." I tilted my head to look at him, smiling slightly: "At least this time it's not noisy, I don't lose face. At that time I was too young, because of mixed emotions, I had to make a mess of it. It also made him lose face." Chu Kinh Chieu didn't understand: "Obviously I still have you in my heart." I said "yes" and replied: "But... it doesn't mean anything anymore." In my life... there will not be a third time, drawing a deck of cards that has been shuffled. 16 That day, in the cold wind, Chu Kinh Chieu finally got out of the car. He was always confident, thinking that this would be a new beginning. But it turns out, when he was planning for the "beautiful" days, she... was already getting ready to say goodbye. For the first time, he could not keep Ninh Sanh. The second time… same thing. It's like I've reached the end of the road, but to let go, there's no other way. That day, he reached into his pocket and took out a piece of candy. Ninh Sanh saw it. He still remembered, that year, when she first saw the candy in his pocket— how pure and radiant her eyes looked at him. She didn't say anything, but joy sparkled in her eyes. And today... she just glanced over and calmly told him: She is no longer the same. It turns out, during the years she was away from him, there were things she no longer needed. In the following days, Chu Kinh Chieu still followed his habit of flying back to Shanghai, as if he wanted to make up for the indifference and indifference of the past. Until Ninh Sanh asked him: "Where else do you want me to go?" She said, for several years abroad, she did not live well. Away from home, she always misses her homeland. She had no better place to go—everything she had… was rooted here. After that, Chu Kinh Chieu gradually stopped coming. He can no longer do those clingings that are not dignified at all. The third time My Vu called for capital, they received an investment of nearly 200 million from Kinh Nguyen Group. Ninh Sanh did not blink an eye and frankly signed his name. She has become realistic, even a bit banal. In her eyes now, besides herself—there was only money. Because, she understood one thing: Love can be wrong. Money… not.