Ve Dinh Tieu was still awake at 3 a.m. to study with her, and after that, having slept less than three hours, he was already yawning as he went to work at the Metropolitan Police Department.
With this boyfriend who seemed to have "fallen from the sky," Giai Moc Vi really felt a bit uneasy.
After thinking it over, she decided she should still bring him lunch. Perhaps on the way, she might actually remember something.
The lawyer's office wasn't part of a standard law firm; it was a private space behind a clothing store on the first floor, equipped with kitchen utensils and a simple induction stove.
The legal profession itself required working day and night, so Khuong Tich Yen had specially set up a small kitchen to take care of the staff's health. Inside, there was also a refrigerator and basic cooking tools. If someone didn't want boxed lunch, they could cook something there themselves.
However, before Giai Moc Vi arrived, only Dam Uyen Chi had used this small kitchen.
Khuong Tich Yen's cooking was truly inedible.
Not only was Khuong Tich Yen a poor cook, but when Giai Moc Vi tried for half a day with the menu in hand, she ended up ruining three portions of rolled omelet.
It was only when Dam Uyen Chi, who really couldn't stand it, came to help that a barely edible rolled omelet was finally made.
Previously, when Giai Moc Vi brought lunch for Ve Dinh Tieu eight times, it was only temporary practice, so she wasn't as proficient as with her other professional knowledge.
Dam Uyen Chi helped her find a stick of butter. When Giai Moc Vi poured tomato sauce on the eggs, she wanted to ask: "Is the current version of me really that different from the one before losing my memory?"
"Hmm, it's not too extreme," Dam Uyen Chi laughed lightly. "You could just say they are two completely different people."
"For example, before, you often lost things. That sunflower badge you just got? You almost lost it. Not to mention, even a small pen or your cellphone often went missing."
"In document organization, you used to be scolded by Lawyer Khuong for messy files, but now everything is neat and orderly. Just now, Lawyer Khuong even praised you for the improvement."
"..." Giai Moc Vi.
That was strange indeed.
If it was about pursuing a guy, and she deliberately made herself appear foolish and weak to please him, that would be understandable.
But in work, that wasn't necessary.
How well she performed during her internship as a lawyer greatly affected the guidance from her mentor.
If she didn't show competence, the mentor would hesitate to approve her, meaning she would have to wait a long time before handling cases independently.
She didn't plan to bring lunch for that guy forever; once in a while was enough.
So this time, she decided to try a bit harder.
However, why did the food turn out different even though she used the same pot, the same set of dishes, and the same ingredients?
Giai Moc Vi tasted a rolled omelet made by Dam Uyen Chi and fell into a state of self-doubt.
"It's really good," Giai Moc Vi complimented.
Dam Uyen Chi generously said, "Why don't you take my portion to Officer Ve?"
Giai Moc Vi choked on her words. "That might not be a good idea."
"It's fine. At that time, you could also win him over!" Dam Uyen Chi said and was about to pack her portion into Giai Moc Vi's lunchbox.
Giai Moc Vi stopped her with her hand. "No, forget it."
"Why? I won't tell anyone."
Giai Moc Vi didn't even know why, though asking Dam Uyen Chi directly for help would be convenient, she still had a pile of books unfinished.
But…
Last night he said, "After you recover your memories, you don't need to act anymore. I find the current you quite interesting and genuine."
She also didn't want to act like the perfect "dutiful girlfriend" stereotype.
Giai Moc Vi put her own portion into the box and grabbed the thermal bag: "If it's hard to eat, he can decide for himself like it, eat it; don't like it, throw it away."
Dam Uyen Chi looked at her charging out like she was going to a battle, which was kind of funny.
Was this really not a fight?
Downstairs, Giai Moc Vi stood at the main gate of the lawyer's office and saw several men standing along the sidewalk nearby.
Among them, one man was surrounded by the others. When he saw Giai Moc Vi, they all looked at her at the same time.
The feeling of being noticed like that made Giai Moc Vi extremely uncomfortable.
"You guys didn't just happen to walk by, did you?" Giai Moc Vi took the initiative to speak.
Dieu Tinh Phong held a cigar in his hand with a calm expression: "Ms. Moc Vi, I think you should consider this carefully. The price I'm offering isn't low."
Perhaps because his men were still held at the Metropolitan Police Department, he spoke to Giai Moc Vi with a relatively calm tone. If someone didn't know his identity, they would just think he was the boss of some private company.
His nickname was "Diamond."
Giai Moc Vi noticed a square-shaped scar on the back of his hand.
She hadn't paid attention to it last time, but now, seeing Dieu Tinh Phong smoking a cigar, she focused on the scar.
Her head felt slightly numb, as if something heavy was pressing down, uncontrollable.
She sensed that Dieu Tinh Phong might hold clues she needed.
She was very interested in this man named Dieu Tinh Phong.
Last time, seeing the "Diamond A" card also gave her a similarly slight discomfort.
It felt like someone was gently tapping on her head.
As if trying to open a door to her blocked memories.
Yet many people around said she and Dieu Tinh Phong weren't close, their only interaction being the economic case Lawyer Khuong Tich Yen once handled.
So Giai Moc Vi was eager to know things related to Dieu Tinh Phong.
Dieu Tinh Phong's two subordinates would be tested in two days.
The Metropolitan Police Department had collected all the evidence. In this, the Japanese police officers worked tirelessly, day and night, very efficiently.
So he was anxious.
Giai Moc Vi knew Ve Dinh Tieu was very interested in the Poker Organization, and the two kidnappers were the only clue to uncover information.
In recent days, Ve Dinh Tieu had taken care of her, so she also really wanted to help him with this matter.
Therefore, no matter what, she would not reconcile until Ve Dinh Tieu extracted information about the Poker Organization.
Dieu Tinh Phong took a deep puff from his cigar to steady his emotions: "I can't immediately produce 10 million yen. I'll give you 7 million first, and the rest I'll transfer after my men return."
"..." Giai Moc Vi was astonished.
The people following Dieu Tinh Phong behind him were also shocked.
"Boss Vu Phong, they…" One of them couldn't bear it and tried to step forward to intervene.
Dieu Tinh Phong turned and glared at him, then relaxed his expression to a calm demeanor and looked at Giai Moc Vi: "This is my greatest sincerity, Lawyer Giai."
The word "lawyer" in Japanese is homophonous with "sir."
Being called "sir" not only represented a high social status but also conveyed deep respect.
Ten million yen.
She hadn't expected that these two people would be worth ten million yen.
As a fraud detective, it wasn't that she couldn't maintain her composure; the other party had simply offered too much.
"Do you know what ten million yen represents?" Giai Moc Vi looked at Ve Dinh Tieu, who was sitting across from her, without blinking.
Ve Dinh Tieu had been busy all morning with a bombing-related case, buried under a huge pile of documents.
If Lang Trac Uan hadn't seen Giai Moc Vi at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department and brought her in, he wouldn't even know she had come.
"What does it represent?" he asked with a smile.
Giai Moc Vi said: "It represents the ability to solve 90% of life's troubles."
"..." Ve Dinh Tieu.
"But I don't agree." Giai Moc Vi said.
Ve Dinh Tieu was astonished: "Why not? Didn't you say that if they really offered ten million yen, you'd choose private reconciliation, helping them speak well and give false testimony?"
Giai Moc Vi said: "I already told them. Maybe they misunderstood me when I said ten million yen means a person worth ten million yen."
"..." Ve Dinh Tieu.
"Dieu Tinh Phong's face went pale," she added.
The space between his eyebrows began to twitch, gradually increasing in frequency, until he finally leaned back in his chair and burst into a continuous, loud laughter: "You're adorable. Even Dam Uyen Chi couldn't be wrong; you're even more gangster than gangsters."
Whether she was adorable or not, Giai Moc Vi didn't know.
She only knew that at present, she had completely offended Dieu Tinh Phong.
However, this also showed that this "gang organization" operated extremely "legally."
Under the noses of the police, they really did some profitable things.
Yet during their detention, the two kidnappers had revealed a lot about Dieu Tinh Phong.
Apart from Dieu Tinh Phong, the others insisted they knew nothing.
Could there still be information that hadn't been extracted?
Giai Moc Vi's expression became serious: "Did those two kidnappers finally tell everything? Hurry up and ask them; I really can't wait too long they quoted too high a price."
"All right, Lawyer," Ve Dinh Tieu said, finally stopping his laughter and rubbing his belly, which hurt from laughing. "But didn't you say you wouldn't come? Now it's too late to book a restaurant anyway."
Giai Moc Vi seemingly performed a magic trick and pulled out a lunchbox from behind.
"Please enjoy."
Ve Dinh Tieu took the lunchbox from her.
Opening the lid, seeing the golden omelet with a heart-shaped tomato sauce on top, he was slightly surprised: "You made this?"
Giai Moc Vi nodded: "Dam Uyen Chi helped."
It reminded him of dishes he rarely had in recent years because he seldom ate properly.
He lowered his head, eating spoonful by spoonful of the egg-topped rice, looking very pleased.
Giai Moc Vi quietly sat across, admiring the view from the rooftop of the Metropolitan Police Department.
The scenery was beautiful, showing the lower surrounding buildings like small boxes stacked in intertwined streets.
To access the rooftop, one needed the police card of the criminal investigation team; this area belonged exclusively to the First Investigation Team.
It was the country's view.
Every day, sitting at such a height, looking down at the territory and the people they protected.
He hadn't relaxed to enjoy lunch like this for a long time since Thua Uy's death.
Even the SWAT team said he seemed much quieter than before.
Furthermore, those colleagues had been sent to other police stations and districts; meeting once a year was rare.
He was used to acting alone.
Only occasionally, when feeling lonely, would he send scolding emails to the address Thua Uy had used.
After all, the person was gone and wouldn't jump out to hit him.
He even hoped that the person might jump up and hit him but unfortunately…
Since Giai Moc Vi woke up, he increasingly felt that he could maintain relaxed emotions in front of her.
This feeling was magical.
Giai Moc Vi, before losing her memory, had never given him this feeling.
Before, Giai Moc Vi had expressed her feelings countless times, but he couldn't see her inner heart.
It was like being wrapped in a transparent box; even though she fully exposed her heart, he still felt that the contents inside the glass box were incomplete.
Why her feelings changed after losing her memory he had asked Lang Trac Uan this question.
Lang Trac Uan gave a very serious, somewhat unreliable, and extremely "male" analysis: "Well, I've dealt with similar cases before. A comatose husband wakes up after many years, forgetting everything. But when he opens his eyes, he still falls in love with his wife at first sight, because their marriage initially happened from first sight love. Doctors analyze that memory doesn't affect a person's aesthetic sense or inner desires."
"Ms. Moc Vi lost her memory, erasing all past memories. To her, he was a complete stranger. Between them, there were no incidents like 'stealing on the subway' or 'confessing on a Ferris wheel,' so it's natural she wouldn't have feelings for him."
"Anyway, you don't need to worry too much. I believe with your standards, if you could make her moved before, continuing to interact will surely make her fall in love with you again."
After saying that, Lang Trac Uan even made a gesture of encouragement toward him.
To love him… once again?
Then let's make that the goal.