Chapter 4 — The Day I Return

“Yes!”
Leaving the funeral home, the sunlight was bright. As I stood on the steps wearing sunglasses, a black Maybach quietly parked on the other side of the street. The car's windows are dark, you can't see inside. But I recognized that license plate. The license plate has the word 'Lang'. There is only one person in this whole city who owns such a special license plate. My movements paused for 0.1 second, then as if nothing had happened, I neatly put on my sunglasses, turned and walked down the steps, walking towards my commercial vehicle. Get in the car, close the door.
“Where are you going?” The driver asked.
“Go back to the hotel.”
As the car rolled away, through the rearview mirror, I saw the other Maybach also start to move. Follow behind us. An intersection. Two intersections. Three intersections. Nguyen Tieu Ngu also noticed, turned his head and looked back: "That car keeps following me?"
“Let it go.”
“But —”
“Nguyen Tieu Ngu,” I expressionlessly looked straight ahead, “If a grown man wants to talk, he has arms, legs and a mouth, there's no need to act like a surveillance camera stalking others.”
"Yes."
The car stopped in front of the hotel. The Maybach also stopped, on the other side of the road, about fifty meters away. I got out of the car and walked into the hotel lobby, from beginning to end without looking back once. The moment the elevator door closed, Nguyen Tieu Ngu finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Sister, is he looking for you?"
“If you want to find it, just come and find it.” I pressed the floor button, "What does sitting in the car and following from afar count?"
“Is it possible that he doesn't dare?”
“In Ky Lang's dictionary, the words 'don't dare' never exist."
“So you're shy?”
I didn't reply. The person Ky Lang, from the moment he met him at the age of fifteen, has always been an existence with a halo that shines among the crowd. He ranked first in fights, he ranked first in academic achievements, and later took over the family business. In three years, he quadrupled the market capitalization value. He is good at everything, he can do anything. Only for me — You have never taken the initiative. That was before. And now it seems, still the same. Then don't blame me for not being proactive. When I got back to my room, I took off my coat, sat at my desk and opened my laptop. The email from Zurich has not yet been answered. After ten minutes of typing, the phone rang. Strange number. I glanced at the origin — this city. Pick up the phone.
“Dr. Giang, hello.” On the other end of the line was a man's voice, low and polite, "I am Tong Dai, Chief of Staff of the Chairman of the Discrimination Group, may I ask if it is convenient for you to talk now?"
“Please talk.”
"The story is this, President Ky wants to invite you to dinner at six o'clock tonight, at Hoa Vien. I wonder if you have time?"
Hoa Vien. The most expensive private club in the city. Ordinary people with money cannot enter, they must have a membership card. I held the phone, the corners of my lips suddenly curled up. Ky Lang. Eight years. He rejected me for eight years, each time with a decisive "We can't". Now he uses his assistant to invite me to dinner. That's interesting.
"Director Tong," my voice was calm, "If you'd like to tell Mr. Ky - I don't have time today, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, not the day after that. If he wants to see me, tell him to call me personally. Using my phone number." himself."
The other end of the line paused for two seconds.
“…Yes, I will pass on the message.”
Hang up. Nguyen Tieu Ngu tilted her head and looked at me: "Do you refuse?"
"YES."
"What's wrong?"
"Because it's been three years," I closed my laptop, stood up and went to pour water, "He doesn't even have the courage to call him himself, so why should I respect him for coming to the appointment?"
"Reasonable." Nguyen Tieu Ngu nodded, "So what if he personally calls?"
“Then we have to check my mood first.”