Chapter 7 — The Day I Return

"Have." He said, “To monitor is to control. To care is because —”
He didn't finish. I also didn't ask. Ten seconds of silence.
“Hoa Vien, seven o'clock tomorrow night.” I spoke up, my voice without any heat, "I can go. But on one condition."
“What conditions?”
"You must answer all my questions. Don't lie, don't dodge, don't say 'I'll tell you later'."
The other end of the line was silent for three seconds.
"Okay."
I hung up. Put the phone on the nightstand, lie down, stare at the ceiling. Heart beats a bit fast. But there was no expression on his face. Nguyen Tieu Ngu came out of the bathroom, wrapped himself in a towel and lay down on the other bed: "Who are you talking to on the phone? You look so serious."
“A debtor.”
"Huh? How much do you owe me?"
“Eight years.”
"…Huh?"
"Go to sleep."
"OH."
The light is off. In the dark, I turned over. Ky Lang, three years ago you said "impossible". Three years later he said "you owe me an explanation". Then explain. But no matter what your explanation is - I am no longer the Giang Duong of three years ago, crying after you just because of a sentence. What you owe me cannot be paid off in one meal. **【Chapter 3】** During the day of the next day, I did not deliberately think about the evening. In the morning, I had a two-hour video conference with Zurich, confirming the plan to adjust the experimental parameters. At noon, Nguyen Tieu Ngu pulled me around the shopping center. Small said: "Tonight, I'm going to meet my ex-lover - no, not my ex-lover - the man I secretly loved for eight years. Anyway, I have to dress nice, right?"
“Wearing normal clothes is fine.”
"Impossible." She insisted, "You have to dress in a way that makes him regret it so much that he wants to slap himself in the face."
In the end, she chose a black velvet dress for me, with a slightly gathered collar and a skirt that was three inches past my knee. Simple, classy, not revealing at all, but the curves that need to be shown are clearly visible. I looked at myself in the mirror. Twenty-six years old. A little thinner than three years ago, but his temperament is completely different. Three years ago, she was a college girl who blushed, stalked people, and carefully delivered love letters. Now Dr. Giang, who has been on the cover of Forbes, holds three international patents, was personally welcomed by the Deputy Mayor.
"Alright." I turned around, "This set."
Nguyen Tieu Ngu clapped his hands next to him: "Please kill him with this beauty." Six forty-five p.m. The commercial vehicle stopped in front of Hoa Vien gate. Hoa Vien is hidden halfway up the mountain, looking from the outside you can only see a bamboo wall and a large antique bronze door. There is no sign in front of the door. People you know will automatically know, people who don't know you won't find it even if you look for it. When I got off the bus, a man wearing a dark gray Ton Yat Son shirt was waiting at the door. In his thirties, his appearance is neat and he is slightly bowed.
"Dr. Giang, I'm Tong Dai. Inside is ready, please follow me."
Chief of Office of the President of Ky Lang. I followed him through a small gravel road, with rustling bamboo forests on both sides. The autumn night wind carries the faint scent of osmanthus flowers. After walking for about two minutes, Tong Dai stopped in front of a wooden sliding door and leaned over make the "Invite" gesture.
“Mr. Ky is inside.”
I nodded, pushed the door open and walked in. The room is not large, Japanese style, lined with Tatami mats, a low wooden table, with two sets of dishes on the table. The window was half open, one could see the bamboo forest outside and the city lights in the distance. Ky Lang is standing by the window. Hearing the noise, he turned around.