Chapter 22 — The Day I Return

Confirm final design revisions of the industrial park, attach parameter table and detailed equipment list. At the end of the letter, I added a sentence: "The next communication process will be conducted by my technical team and your side. If it is related to attracting investment partners, please proceed according to the official bidding process. Our side will treat all investors equally." After writing it, I checked it again.
“Equality of treatment”.
YES. Public and private separate. Then close the mailbox and open a brand new text file. Hesitating a bit — I typed down a line of text.
“Memorandum for Ky Lang.”
Then write below:
“If you want me to trust you again —
Article 1: From now on, all information related to your health condition must be informed to me first. Whether good or bad, it's the same. Article 2: You are not allowed to make decisions for me. Anything. Article 3: Give me time. No urging. Do not use any means to apply pressure. Article 4: Live well.” After I finished writing, I read it again. Then save this file as an encrypted file. Haven't sent it to you yet. No rush. Wait until I finish arranging everything in Zurich — Wait until I think everything clearly — Then I'll send it to you. Turn off the computer. Take a shower. Go to bed. I won't lose sleep tonight. Sleep very deeply. I have a dream. In the dream, an eighteen-year-old girl was sitting in a revolving restaurant, opposite Ky Lang. He handed over a fountain pen: "Go ahead and study properly, don't think nonsense." In my dream, I received the pen, bowed my head, and opened the cap. On the body of the pen is engraved a tiny line of writing.
“Wait for me.”
The dream woke up. Nguyen Tieu Ngu is snoring next to him. I looked up at the ceiling. Outside the curtains, it was already morning. Today — Will leave. **【Chapter 9】** The flight took off at three o'clock in the afternoon. In the morning, after cleaning everything up, I checked out. While waiting for the car in the hotel lobby, my phone received several text messages. Chairman Lam sent a confirmation letter: The design amendments have been received, and construction adjustments will begin next week. The Deputy Mayor's Secretary sent a message: Wishing Dr. Giang a safe journey, looking forward to the next cooperation. Doctor Truong sent a soft copy of the test results: Her indicators are stable, and it is recommended to use medication for long-term control. Giang Ninh texted: Mom has been discharged from the hospital. Everything is normal. I respond to each message one by one. Then — Black cat profile picture. There are no messages. Since the words "I'm waiting for you" last night, for a full twelve hours, I haven't sent anything else. Being quiet is not at all like his style these days. I put the phone away. Don't think anymore. Car arrives. Nguyen Tieu Ngu pulled two suitcases ahead, looking back as he walked, urging: "Hurry up! Don't delay anymore!"
"Come here."
Departure at half past eleven. On the way to the airport, the weather was very nice. The air is fresh in autumn, the sky is clear blue, without a single cloud. I leaned my head against the car window and looked at the scenery outside for a while. The corn leaves are about to fall. Winter is only two weeks away. Winter in this city is very cold. But — Maybe next spring I'll come back again. The industrial park is about to start construction, no matter what, we have to monitor it. The car stopped before a red light intersection. My gaze unintentionally swept across the intersection — Then stopped. On the sidewalk on the other side of the intersection, a black Maybach was parked. The car door opened wide. Ky Lang stood right next to the car. You saw my car.
- Are not.
You're waiting for my car. He deliberately waited at this intersection. This is a must-pass road to get to the airport. He wore a long black coat, the collar turned up, the wind blew a few strands of his hair. Hold something tightly in your hand. Thirty seconds left on the red light.