Chapter 2 — The Day I Return

After she left, Nguyen Tieu Ngu circled around the presidential room, clinging to the ground-level glass door to look at the night scene: "Didn't you tell me to move the grave? Why did even the Deputy Mayor personally come out to welcome her?"
“The industrial park issue has been discussed since last year.” I hung my coat in the closet, "Let's deal with it by the way."
“So how much money are you worth now?” Nguyen Tieu Ngu turned his head, his eyes blazing with fire.
“It's not enough to lend you money for the wedding.”
“Pss.”
After I got out of the shower, I sat on the edge of the bed drying my hair, and my phone vibrated again. This time it's not a text message. It's a call from an unknown number that hasn't been saved. I don't listen. It rings for 14 hours, then turns off. Then another one. Then another call. Midway through the third call, a WeChat message popped up. A completely unfamiliar avatar — a black cat. Content: 【Jiang Duong, it's you. You changed your number, I searched for it for a long time. Don't hang up, just listen to me say one sentence.】 Ky Lang. I recognize your typing habit. Never skip punctuation, always complete sentences. Just like him, everything he does is discreet and without any loopholes. Except for me. I turned off the phone screen and threw it to the pillow. Pull out the window curtains. The top floor of the office building opposite is still lit. I remember that building. Head office of Ky Group. It's been three years, his office lights are still on until this late. I let down the curtain and lay on the bed. Before closing his eyes, a scene flashed in his mind: The wedding scene three years ago. The guests were packed. Crimson roses. Crystal chandelier. My sister wore a white wedding dress, held Ky Lang's arm, and smiled at everyone. And I stood in the corner of the hotel lobby, wearing a long red dress I deliberately bought, clutching the invitation in my hand - I thought it was just a normal business exchange party, because my sister said it was "the company's year-end party". Until the moment the MC read the bride and groom's names. Ky Lang. Giang Ninh. My sister's name is Giang Ninh. She is three years older than me, more beautiful than me, and since she was a child, she has been "someone's daughter" in everyone's mouth. That day she stood on stage, smiling with dignity, receiving everyone's blessings. As for Ky Lang — His eyes scanned the crowd, falling precisely on me standing in the corner. Just look at me. No expression whatsoever. But in those eyes, something seemed to be broken. I turned around and left. High heels stepped on the marble floor, each step felt like stepping on my own heart. Someone chased behind. Not Ky Lang. It's my sister. She called out: "Tieu Duong!" I don't look back. Her voice still followed: "Tieu Duong, sorry, I have no other choice - my mother forced me..." Just in time, a taxi parked in front of the door. I pulled the car door open and sat in.
“Go to the airport.”
That was the last time I heard her voice. Until today's message. Three years. I thought they would always be peaceful. Later, I heard that after half a year of marriage, they quarreled to the point of sleeping separately. A year later, the cold war started. Two years later, Ky Lang cleaned Giang Ninh's belongings out of the master bedroom. It was Nguyen Tieu Ngu who told me. She has a domestic news network, nothing can escape her eyes.
“I heard, dad This year Ky Lang's condition is extremely bad," Nho once said, "The company assigned the Deputy Director to manage for more than half a year, and he didn't know where he went. Someone said they met him in Geneva.”
Geneva. I spent two and a half years in Geneva. I gritted my teeth not to investigate this matter. Don't want to know. No need to know. It's all over. I turned over and buried my face in the pillow. Starting tomorrow: move the grave, sign papers, meet with the Deputy Mayor, discuss the industrial park.