Chapter 5 — The Fateful Flight Ends

6After getting married, I have no intention of being a gentle, gentle, housewife in the Ky family. I followed Ky Ngon Xuyen to the company, working as assistant general manager. My parents felt sorry for their children, saying that if they wanted to go to work, they should go back to their home company and do it instead of having to endure the resentment of outsiders. I just laughed: "Your parents don't understand, this is called undercover." On the one hand is to spy on the situation, on the other hand is to stay close to him every day - in case he wants to recruit a "copy of white moon light", like a good secretary, a pure female intern, or a poor girl who studies well and has been sponsored by him for many years... I just need to have evidence in hand - after the divorce, I can sue him as the at-fault party and claim half of the assets! Those words are of course just jokes. Actually, I don't hate Ky Ngon Xuyen at all. On the contrary, I came to your company to learn. A person who can break through to become a top businessman must have something worth delving into. Others "get married then fall in love", while we "get married then become friends". We are not like husband and wife, but more like partners growing together. Actually, putting aside old prejudices, we are quite compatible as friends. Run projects together, stay up late working together, and fight together against the alcohol-pressured culture at corporate parties. A little closer, he even started telling me stories about Lam Man. Lam Man is Ky Ngon Xuyen's senior in high school. She is a gifted artistic student at the school, but her achievements in cultural subjects are also extremely excellent. The first time he saw her when he first entered school, he "fell into the pit of love" - from then on he couldn't get out. Even while sleeping, he whispered: "It would be great if Lam Man were my girlfriend." His roommate heard, and the rumor spread throughout the school. Ky Ngon Xuyen became a joke for a long time. Everyone laughed at him for being arrogant - both ugly and poor, yet he dared to dream of such a perfect goddess. There were a few rich guys who used to like to pursue Lam Man. Seeing that Ky Ngon Xuyen was just an "ordinary person", they gathered around and fought, inciting others to isolate him. When he first entered school, Ky Ngon Xuyen's growth was slow, his body was short, his face was full of acne - he looked small and insignificant like an ant in a sea of people. But he silently swore to himself: "I will definitely become excellent, one day I can confidently stand next to Lam Man." In grade 11, Ky Ngon Xuyen completely transformed and became an outstanding student. The Ky family also began to have a good time and earned a lot of money. The boys who used to bully him now turn to please him, the girls who were incited to isolate him now stuff his desk drawer with love letters. But Ky Ngon Xuyen doesn't care about anyone, in his heart there is only Lam Man. Even though he is now an adult, he still cannot confidently face her. Perhaps due to the difference in background, he always felt that he and Lam Man did not belong to the same world. Until she graduated, he never dared to express his feelings. The only thing he dared to do was ask to take a souvenir photo together before she left school. But after graduating, Lam Man immediately went to study abroad, and even before graduating from university, she married someone else. From then on, Lam Man became the only obsession in his life. 7The company's work is getting more and more, I'm also busier. Initially, Ky Ngon Xuyen and I lived separately. Later, to facilitate business exchange, we moved to the same villa. I don't know when, we got used to going home together in the morning and coming home at night. The change in this relationship did not escape Ky Man's eyes. One time during a meal, she smiled and said: “If there were three of them

How good it would be if we continued like this.” After that day, I began to feel that Ky Ngon Xuyen intentionally kept a distance from me. Gradually, he brought all his personal belongings and left my house. Later, the only person left in the office to work overtime was me. One night, I was still finalizing the plan. When I finished, it was two o'clock in the morning, my eyes were drooping and I couldn't open them. I plan to close my eyes and rest for a bit. Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened my eyes, it was morning. Woke up early in the morning and was covered with a fur blanket. I asked around the company but no one claimed it was mine. When I checked the surveillance camera, I realized that Ky Ngon Xuyen had put it on me. We kept a sufficient distance, neither close nor far. Actually, this isn't the first time — I'm used to it. Ky Ngon Xuyen always gives me a kind of care in stages: sometimes warm, sometimes cold. This type of relationship between you and I is understandable without needing to be said. I know what the reason is, but I've never exposed it. Because I don't care.8Once Ky Ngon Xuyen went on a business trip, I replaced him at the construction site to check the progress. During the inspection, we discovered that the supplier showed signs of withdrawing materials. At that moment, it rained heavily, part of the project suddenly collapsed, and many workers were injured. I was lucky to be pushed to the back so I only had minor scratches, nothing serious. But the other people in charge were worse off — some had broken bones, some people didn't wear helmets and had falling rocks hit their heads. All were quickly taken to the hospital. While the nurse was disinfecting and bandaging my wound, I was both relieved that I was okay and silently cried in my heart: After months of hard work on the project, now I would have to start all over again. "Is Ms. Giang Trinh Tam here?" "Trinh Tam, are you here?" I heard my name being called outside the clinic and immediately walked out. Before I could react, my whole body was pulled into a tight hug - the cold air from his rain-soaked suit was still clearly visible. "Scared me to death..." Apparently on a business trip more than three hundred kilometers away, Ky Ngon Xuyen suddenly appeared right in front of me. The sound of his heart pounding made me feel confused for the first time. I quickly pushed him away. His hands hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly because of embarrassment, then quietly retracted behind his back. "I'm okay, just slightly scratched." I cleared my throat, then began to report to him the situation at the construction site and the next plan. But he didn't concentrate at all, just nodded and answered mechanically. Finally, he said he wanted to take me home — I refused. That evening, Ky Ngon Xuyen posted a status on social networks, the time was about five hours ago: "There are things... it's time to let them go." I went in and left a like. Not long after, that status line was deleted. This time, Ky Ngon Xuyen no longer intentionally kept his distance from me. We once again had an "unspoken understanding" and lived peacefully next to each other for a while. "Can you give me a chance to celebrate your birthday this time?" On my birthday, I received a gift package from an inner-city delivery service. Inside was a luxurious velvet box from a high-end jewelry brand. "I remember your mother once said she really liked this necklace. She wasn't present that day, and I didn't ask her for her opinion, so I boldly bid for it. Consider giving me a chance to follow the 'attacking mother-in-law' strategy." A soft corner of me was gently touched by those words, like a small ripple spreading across flat water. I texted him back a message: "Then try it." Love, in my mind, is not something I will take the initiative in.

pursue, but if it comes, I will not resist blindly. Ky Ngon Xuyen arrived earlier than the appointment time, wearing the same suit as at our wedding. In his hand was a bouquet of my favorite blue chrysanthemums - blue purple petals, sparkling with small dew drops, looking so fresh and gentle. He obediently sat on the sofa, waiting for me to change clothes. I suddenly wanted to wear the earrings my mother gave me before the wedding. I searched the dressing table but still couldn't find it. So I ran through the reading room again, rummaging through the drawers. Perhaps because he was too hasty to close the door, something fell from the shelf - "bang", broken into pieces. I quickly opened the door, before my eyes were broken pieces that did not belong to any of my belongings. Ky Ngon Xuyen heard it and rushed over, pulling my hand back when I was about to bend down to pick it up: "Idiot, if it's broken then that's it, why use your hands to pick it up, aren't you afraid of getting hurt?"