The sunset at the largest beach in the outskirts of Saigon is not a romantic orange-red streak as people often see in movies. It is a thick and stifling yellow. As if the sky itself is polluted by millions of tons of waste that are being piled up day and night below.
The wind at the end of the year blows strongly, carrying with it the mixed smell of decomposing organic matter. The acrid smell of smoldering plastic and the salty sweat of people who are working hard to make a living. In the midst of that chaotic scene, An, a 24-year-old girl with a small figure, is moving nimbly like a sparrow searching for prey.
Her eyes, despite the tiredness of a day off from work, still shine with alertness. She quickly scans through each pile of scrap to look for plastic bottles, beer cans or anything that can be sold for a few coins. An is not from here. She and her 18-year-old brother, Lam, have been in Saigon from the West for 3 years. Since the day her parents suddenly passed away after a tragic traffic accident, the two sisters’ rented room was on the rooftop of an old apartment building, hot as an incinerator during the day and freezing cold at night. Rent, food, and money for Lam to go to evening classes. All of it weighed heavily on An’s thin shoulders. So after eight hours of working as a garment worker in the factory, she hurriedly pedaled her heavy bike nearly ten kilometers to this desert, trying to earn a little extra.

People often say, “With human strength, rocks can turn into rice.” An didn’t know if rocks could turn into rice, but she knew for sure that if she didn’t try, the two sisters wouldn’t even have porridge to eat. Today was an unlucky day, the bulldozer had just flattened a new desert area, burying almost everything of value. An sighed, sweat streaming down her cheeks, the fire and dirt creating black streaks.

She was about to turn back when she suddenly stopped. In the distance, near the construction waste area that few people frequented, there was something that looked very strange. It was not a sack, nor a pile of old clothes. It had the shape of a human. An’s heart skipped a beat. In this complicated place, anything could happen. It could be a drunk who fell asleep, or a drug addict who was high on drugs.
But a girl’s intuition told her that something was wrong. Fear crept into her heart, but curiosity and a bit of innate compassion urged her to step forward. The closer she got, the clearer the scene became. A man was lying face down on the ground, half of his body buried in pieces of plywood and rubble.
The clothes he wore were dirty, muddy, and torn in many places. Obviously, they were not the clothes of the workers here. It was a Navi blue shirt and beige khaki pants. The kind of fine fabric that An only dared to look at in the brightly lit shops in the city center.
One of his shoes had been thrown off, revealing a pair of thin branded socks, everything was so unusual that it was scary. Brother, brother rustling. An called out, her voice trembling, there was no answer, only the sound of the wind whistling through the piles of scraps, sounding creepy. She used all her strength to turn the man over, a face covered in blood and mud appeared before her eyes. Thick black hair stuck tightly to his broad forehead.
There was a deep cut on his temple, the blood had dried into a dark brown patch. His lips were purple and dry, An panicked and raised a trembling finger to his nose, a weak breath as fragile as a thread came out. I’m alive! In a moment, the first thought that flashed through An’s mind was to run away.
Run away from this place, from this uninvited trouble. Saigon is splendid but also full of traps, you can’t even take care of yourself, why worry about other people’s business?” A rational voice rang out in her head. If this happened, remembering whether he was a wanted criminal or a gangster settling scores, how would she and her sister live? But then when her eyes met the unconscious face of the man, the image of her kind father before Lam Trung appeared again, he held her hand, telling An, in life, the most important thing is love.

Seeing someone in trouble and not saving them, my heart will never be at peace, my child. That advice was like a warm stream of water washing away all the fear and calculations in her heart. No, she could not leave. Leaving a life here gasping for breath, she would never forgive herself. The decision was made in a split second.
An looked around, the clearing was deserted, she used all her strength, trying to help the man who was much bigger than her stand up, but he was limp like a rag doll. It was no use. An hurriedly ran back to the old bicycle, untying the rope that was still used to tie up scrap metal.
She struggled for a long time, sweat soaked her thin shirt, finally tying the man to the back of the saddle. His body fell heavily on her back, the bicycle bent down, creaking as if it was about to break. An gritted her teeth, put all her strength into her legs, pedaled slowly, turning around and around, slowly leaving the beach, heading towards the flickering lights of the city.
She had no idea that her generous and reckless decision tonight would turn her life in a direction that she would never have dared to imagine even in her dreams. The bicycle slowly rolled on the bumpy road, carrying two completely opposite fates. Their shadows were scattered under the yellow street lights, lonely and lost in the hustle and bustle of Saigon at night.
An bent her back and pedaled, the weight of the man behind her made her feel like she was carrying a mountain. The faint smell of blood mixed with her sweat and the characteristic smell of the beach still lingering on her clothes, creating a strange combination of scents. Each pedal stroke was a time she had to strain, her legs were tired, but in her mind there was only one thought, she had to take him home, had to save him. Finally, the owl dormitory appeared before her eyes.
An breathed a sigh of relief. The biggest challenge now was how to get this man to the rented room on the fifth floor rooftop without being discovered by anyone. The stairs here were narrow and steep, and there was no elevator. An parked the bike in a hidden corner. She carefully untied the rope and then used all her strength to support the man.
She almost had to drag Le along, each step was extremely heavy, fortunately. At this time, most people had gone back to their rooms to rest. The hallway was deserted. When she reached the third landing, An was out of breath, her hands shaking. She had to let him sit against the wall, while she sat on the ground, trying to breathe.
At that moment, the door of a room opened. Mrs. Tu, the kind but also gossipy landlady, came out with a trash bag in her hand. “Hey, An, you’re back at this hour? Who the hell is this drunk lying around here?” Mrs. Tu squinted at the strange man. An jumped, her heart almost jumping out of her chest. She quickly stood up, clasping her hands in confusion.
“Yes, Aunt Tu, this is my cousin from the countryside who just came up.” He got carsick from the long trip and was so tired. The lie was clumsily made up, but in this situation she had no other choice. Mrs. Tu looked at her with suspicion, then looked at the man. “Why does my cousin look so strange and also has an injury on his head?
What kind of carsickness caused him to have a broken head?” An was sweating profusely, her mind spinning, trying to find a way to deal with it. Yes. Yes. He didn’t pay attention when he got out of the car and hit his head on the car door or something. “I was just about to take him to the room to rest.” Mrs. Tu let out a long sigh, her suspicion still not gone, but seeing An’s pitiful appearance, she didn’t ask any more questions.

“Alright, but he’s this big, how can you pull him up by yourself? Wait, I’ll call Lam Nha to come down and help.” Having said that, she didn’t wait for An to answer before loudly calling Vong up to the rooftop. Lam, Lam, come down and help your big sister. A few seconds later, Lam, the lanky younger brother with his nearsighted glasses, hurried down. Seeing the scene before him, he was also stunned.

“Big sister, who is this?” “Cousin, it’s my cousin. Quickly help me take him up to the room, I’ll explain later.” An signaled to his younger brother. Although Lam didn’t understand what was going on, seeing his big sister rushing, he also quickly rolled up his sleeves. The two sisters, one pulling, one pushing, finally brought the man up to the small rented room on the rooftop.

Mrs. Tu stood below looking up, shook her head and muttered, “What kind of cousin looks like a movie star in trouble, life is really hard to say.” The door closed, returning the privacy to the three of them. The room was only about 15 square meters, with a bunk bed, a small study table, and a few simple items. Everything was old but neatly arranged. An and Lam carefully placed the man on the thin mattress on the floor.
Only then did Lam take a closer look at the stranger. Second sister, tell me the truth, who is this guy? How did he end up like this? He asked worriedly. An sighed, finally telling her brother the whole story. From the time she discovered him at the beach until the time she had to bring him here with great difficulty. After hearing this, Lam’s face changed, oh my god, second sister, you’re so reckless.
What if he’s a bad person? You saved one person but you might have hurt both of us. I know it was reckless, but I couldn’t bear to leave him alone. Look, he’s so badly injured, if we don’t save him, he probably won’t make it through the night.
As An spoke, she took a basin of warm water and a clean towel, and began to gently wipe away the blood and dirt on the man’s face. Although Lam was afraid, seeing her actions, he couldn’t bear to scold her any further. He silently observed, his heart filled with conflict. When the dirt was wiped away, an unusually handsome face gradually appeared. A straight, high nose, thick sword-like eyebrows, long, curved eyelashes.
Even though he was unconscious and pale, the lines on his face still exuded an indomitable aura. “So handsome, sis.” Lam blurted out. An glared at her younger brother, but she herself had to admit that this man had a very attractive appearance. She continued to wipe the wound on his forehead and carefully changed him into clean clothes left by her father.
While taking off his tattered shirt, a small object fell from his pocket to the floor, making a clanging sound. Lam quickly picked it up. It was a ring, but not the ordinary gold or silver ring. It is made of an open black metal, the design is very strange, the ring face is a square block, on top is a strange symbol, looks like a stylized phoenix spreading its wings. Below are two letters K TK intertwined in a sophisticated way.

The ring exuded a cold, powerful, and mysterious aura. “Look, this ring is so strange.” Lam showed it to his sister. An took it, feeling its weight and sophistication. It was clearly not a cheap item. Who was this man after all? Why was someone like him thrown out on the beach in such a miserable state? A series of questions appeared in the two sisters’ minds but there were no answers.
All they knew was that from this moment on, their already difficult lives had an unexpected, major variable. That night, the two sisters barely slept, taking turns staying by the strange man’s side, feeling both worried and scared, and a little curious about the secret he was carrying.
In the following days, the small room on the rooftop became an infirmary. The man was still in a coma, occasionally having high fevers and delirium. An had to take a few days off from work at the garment factory without pay to stay home and take care of him. She used the folk remedies her mother had taught her. Cooked thin porridge, wiped his body, and changed his bandages.
After school, Lam also hurried home to help her sister. The little money the two sisters had saved kept decreasing after each time they bought medicine and food. The neighbor Mrs. Tu occasionally brought up a bowl of egg soup, her mouth grumbling that An had brought debt upon himself, but her eyes could not hide her worry and sympathy.
“Consider it a good deed, son. People say saving a life is better than building seven towers.” Mrs. Tac Tongue said. Finally, after three days and three nights of unconsciousness, the man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were deep and black, but they shone with a look of bewilderment and emptiness that was terrifying. He looked up at the yellowed plywood ceiling and then looked at An who was sitting slumped beside the bed.
“Where am I?” His voice was hoarse and weak, An was so happy that she cried. “You’re awake, thank goodness, you’re in my sister’s room. You fainted on the street, I brought you here.” She hurriedly explained, trying to hide the truth about the accident. The man, whom they later temporarily called Vo Danh, because he couldn’t remember his name.
tried to sit up but the sharp pain from the wound on his head made him grimace and fall back down. He raised his hand to touch his head and looked around the simple room, the confusion in his eyes growing deeper and deeper. The room pointed: “Who am I? Why am I here?” His question made An and Lam stunned. Memory loss. The plot that only existed in movies was now happening right before their eyes. “You don’t remember anything?” An stammered back.
He shook his head, a look of despair evident on his handsome face. No, not a single thing, my mind is completely blank. So Vo Danh became an unwilling member of An’s small family. His wound gradually healed thanks to her attentive care, but his memories remained a thick fog.

He was like a child, bewildered, learning everything from scratch. He didn’t know how to use a stick, didn’t know how to dress, everything was strange to him. An was moved and taught him little by little, contrary to his somewhat cold appearance, Vo Danh was very gentle and quiet. He learned very quickly, after only a few days he was able to take care of himself. He often sat quietly in a corner of the room, his eyes looking far away at the small sky through the window, trying to find some fragment of memory, but to no avail.
The presence of a strange man in the house naturally did not escape the eyes of the neighbors. Mrs. Tu was the first to investigate, Mrs. Ro went to An’s room continuously, sometimes giving her papaya, sometimes bringing her a box of cakes, but the main purpose was to see An’s cousin’s face. This girl was truly bolder than the sky, raising a strange man in the house without fear of anything.
She told the other neighbors but still did not forget that under them, they should not make things difficult for the two sisters. Gradually, everyone got used to Vo Danh’s presence. They found him gentle, quiet, and often helped An and Lam with small tasks, so no one had any objections anymore. While An was quiet and only worried about Vo Danh’s health, Lam, with the sensitivity of a young man who understood technology, was constantly inspired by the mysterious Ring.
The boy took a picture of it and used his old computer to search online. But that stylized Phoenix symbol was too special, without any duplicate information, it was definitely the logo of a fashion brand. He was independent, but in his heart, he was still suspicious. Such an expensive ring, there was no way an ordinary person could achieve it.
The lives of the three people continued to flow peacefully towards anything unknown. To have more money to cover the experience, he had to take on more goods to sew at home at night. Seeing this, Vo Danh, although he could not remember who he was, his intelligent instincts and keen observation were still there. He began to help An with small tasks from cooking, cleaning the house to arranging the rolls of cloth in an extremely scientific and obstetrical way, significantly increasing An’s work productivity. He also showed Lam how to solve difficult math problems or analyze a social issue in an amazingly sharp way.

An and her sister sometimes looked at him, wondering what kind of person he used to be. One evening, when An was busy working in front of the sewing machine, Vo Danh quietly brought her a glass of warm water. “Take a break, working too much will harm your health.” His voice was deep and caring. An looked up, meeting his deep eyes. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat.
Since when did his presence become so familiar? Since when did she start to get used to having a strong shoulder by her side. Even though that shoulder had no past to lean on. The relationship between them was no longer simply between the savior and the rescued. It had gradually become a silent attachment, a reliance on each other in the midst of a stormy life.
Just like this, feelings sprouted gently and naturally like weeds. On the barren land of the souls of two lonely people. Unhappy. Time flows like water through the fingers, in the blink of an eye, it has been more than a month since Anonymous lived with An’s sisters, he has completely recovered, his tall, healthy figure makes the already cramped rented room even smaller.
He can’t stay at home forever and become a burden to An. How about he go to the market to help her sell goods. One day, An suggested. In addition to collecting scrap, An also has a small vegetable stall in the market near her house to earn extra money. “Okay, I can do it.” Anonymous nodded without hesitation. He didn’t want to be a parasite, he wanted to do something useful, even if it was just the smallest things.
On the first day at the market, Anonymous immediately became the center of attention. He wore An’s father’s old clothes, although they were loose, they still couldn’t hide his different aura, his tall figure, his handsome face like a statue and his calm demeanor were completely out of place in the noisy and bustling space of the market.
The women and girls selling goods around kept gathering around, both curious and teasing An. An, is that your boyfriend? He’s as handsome as a Korean actor. A butcher woman loudly asked. No, that’s not it, ma’am. He’s my cousin. An blushed and quickly explained. Vo Danh just kept quiet, bowing his head and arranging each bunch of vegetables carefully.
But after only a few days, everyone had to change their view of him. Vo Danh was not just good-looking, he worked extremely intelligently and efficiently. He learned how to classify vegetables, how to calculate money, how to invite customers incredibly quickly. He even redesigned An’s vegetable stall’s layout himself, making it look more eye-catching and scientific, attracting more customers.
His memory may have been lost, but his logical thinking and analytical ability of someone who seemed to be used to managing things bigger than a rich stall were still intact. Especially his polite, gentle attitude and rare smile won the hearts of everyone.

This kid is so lucky, both handsome and talented. An is truly blessed. Mrs. Tu, who also owns a grocery stall in the market, praised him. Only An and Lam knew that behind that gentle and talented appearance was a huge secret. A past that was still shrouded in darkness. Occasionally, An caught sight of his anonymous gaze, looking pensively at the skyscrapers in the city center.
A sadness and confusion flashed across his face. At times like that, a feeling of unease rose in her heart. She both hoped that he would remember his past, but also feared that day would come. She feared that when his memories returned, he would leave this place, leave her poor life, and she would return to the lonely reality as before.
An’s feelings for Vo Danh grew day by day, it was no longer pity, nor just admiration, but had become love. A pure love, without calculation, blossoming from sympathy and sharing in the most difficult days. She loved the gentleness he gave her, loved his sharp intelligence and loved the loneliness in his eyes.
She knew that perhaps this was a love without a future, but her heart no longer listened to reason. One afternoon, when the market was empty, a group of young men with tattoos and fierce faces entered the market. They were the protection racket that collected money from the small traders here. The leader, the guy with a long scar on his cheek, went straight to An’s vegetable stall.
Hey girl, where’s this month’s protection money? He asked with a raised chin, his voice full of arrogance. An tremblingly took out a few crumpled bills from her pocket. Yes, here they are. The leader looked at the money and sneered. Is that all? I’ve seen you sell a lot lately. From this month, the protection money will triple, if you don’t have it, close your stall.
Why triple the price? How can we live like that? An said resentfully, “Whether you live or not is your business. We make the rules here.” The scarred man growled and reached out to knock An’s vegetable stall items away. At that moment, a strong hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him, a cold and powerful voice rang out. Vo Danh had been standing there for a while, blocking An’s way. His eyes were no longer gentle and calm like usual, but sharp and cold like a knife. The leader was stunned, a little surprised by Vo Danh’s intervention. “Who are you? Do you want to die?” He roared, trying to pull his hand away but couldn’t. Vo Danh’s hand tightened like a steel pincer. “If you want something, talk to me, don’t touch her.

“Vo Danh said each word clearly. Ha, a lowly vegetable seller wants to come out as a hero to save a beauty? You guys, deal with him for me. The scarred man signaled his men to rush forward. An unexpected scene took place. Vo Danh moved extremely fast and accurately. He did not use any vicious attacks, but each movement was extremely effective.
He dodged a punch, and used the opportunity to twist his opponent’s arm, causing him excruciating pain. He dodged a kick, and at the same time tripped another guy, causing him to fall flat on his face. His movements were neat, decisive, and calculated, like a pre-programmed machine, not the random punches and kicks of a street vendor. In less than a minute, the entire gang of bodyguards were lying on the ground.
The leader screamed miserably, his face drained of blood. He had never seen anyone fight like that. That was not fighting, that was control. Get out of here and never come back. Vo Danh let go The leader came out, his voice still cold as ice. The whole group scrambled to get up, supporting each other as they ran for their lives, not daring to look back. The whole market was dead silent, everyone was stunned by what had just happened. When their figures were gone, An came back to his senses, and hurriedly ran to see Vo Danh. “Brother, are you okay? Why did you do that? “It’s dangerous.” She stuttered, tears welling up in her eyes. Vo Danh looked deeply into her eyes, the cold gaze from earlier had disappeared, replaced by gentleness and worry. He gently raised his hand, wiping away the tears on her cheeks.
“I’m fine, I can’t stand by and watch others bully you.” At that moment, all the barriers in An’s heart collapsed. She couldn’t hold back anymore, hugged him tightly, and burst into tears. Vo Danh was a bit surprised, but then his arms slowly tightened, holding her in his arms. In the middle of the noisy market, for the first time they allowed their hearts to be so close to each other.
But neither of them knew that Vo Danh’s heroic actions that day, although solving a small problem, had inadvertently started a much larger wheel of fate, a wheel that could crush the peaceful life they had. The incident at the market quickly spread throughout the neighborhood, Vo Danh suddenly became a hero in the eyes of the merchants. They looked at he looked at him with both admiration and curiosity.
How could an ordinary vegetable seller have such extraordinary self-defense skills? The mystery of his background became even more profound. But for An, that was no longer important. After that hug, their feelings had taken a big step forward. Although neither of them said it, they both implicitly understood the feelings the other had for them. They still lived a simple life as before, but there was a little more sweetness in the air.
The small gestures of care, the accidental glances, the shy smiles, all woven a silent but beautiful love story. Meanwhile, Lam still did not give up on finding clues about Vo Danh. He believed that his sister and he both had the right to know who the person living with them was. He started a new approach.

Instead of searching for the symbol on the ring, he focused on the two letters TK. He tried combining them with many different possibilities. People’s names, company names, nicknames. He spent the rest of the night at the internet cafe, persistently searching through the huge sea of ​​information on the internet. And then his persistence was rewarded. One time, while searching for a list of outstanding young entrepreneurs in Vietnam, a name caught his attention.
Tran Hoang Khai, the young chairman of the real estate and technology corporation TK Group. The next letter was completely abbreviated, making him curious. Lam clicked to see the details. A series of articles appeared, praising the innate business talent, daring ghost deals, and huge assets of this chairman. But what made Lam Dung stop was the portrait attached to the article.
Although he was wearing a smart suit, slicked-back hair, and a powerful aura, that face, those features were unmistakable, it was anonymous. Lam sat frozen in front of the computer screen, his heart pounding like a drum. He devoured each article. Tran Hoang Khai was 32 years old, a self-made billionaire who built the TK Group empire from scratch.

But the latest article, more than a month ago, had a shocking headline. TK Group Chairman Tran Hoang Khai mysteriously disappeared after a tragic car accident on Bao Loc Pass. The article said that his car lost control, plunged into a deep ravine and exploded. People only found a few pieces of the car and blood stains but no body.
The police thought he was swept away by a stream or killed by a wild animal. Everyone believed he was dead. Oh my god! Lam held his head in disbelief at what he had just read. Vo Danh was the billionaire who was said to be dead. That accident, the wound on his head, everything suddenly connected together in a perfect and terrifying way. This was not an ordinary accident.
This was clearly a murder plot and his sister had accidentally saved the victim of that plot. The truth was too big, too dangerous. Lam quickly turned off the phone, rushed home, his heart filled with mixed emotions, surprise, fear and worry for his sister’s safety. When Lam got home, An and Vo Danh were preparing dinner together.
Looking at that warm and simple scene, Lam suddenly didn’t know how to start the conversation. He pulled his sister aside, his voice trembling. “Second sister, I found it. I know who he is.” An looked at his brother’s pale face in surprise. “What did you say? What did you find?” Lam took a deep breath, showing his sister the information he had just found on the phone.
An looked at the screen then looked at Vo Danh who was busy picking vegetables. Her eyes widened, from surprise to panic. Her hand shook, the phone almost fell to the ground. The man she saved from the desert, the man who sold vegetables with her, the man she gave her love to, was a famous billionaire.

The truth was like a bomb, shattering her small and peaceful world. The air in the room suddenly became stifling. Vo Danh seemed to sense something. He turned to look at the two sisters. “What’s going on?” Lam was speechless. An, after a moment of shock, regained her composure.
She took a deep breath, walked in front of Vo Danh, and showed him the phone. Was this him? Vo Danh looked at his own image on the screen, a familiar yet strange face. The name Tran Hoang Khai, TK Group, the accident, the scattered pieces in his head suddenly started to move.
The nightmares he often had. The image of the car plunging into the abyss, the feeling of extreme pain. It all came back. He held his head and staggered back. Khai Minh Khai, me, I am Tran Hoang Khai. He muttered, his voice full of pain. The memories had returned. Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa in Thao Dien, a beautiful, sharp woman named Vi, Vice President of TK Group and also the fiancee of Tran Hoang Khai, was smiling contentedly.
For over a month, she had played the role of a miserable, bereaved fiancée very well. But in fact, the entire accident was part of her and another accomplice’s plan. Their plan had almost succeeded, they just needed to wait a little longer, and she would officially take over the entire TK Group.
But Vi’s confidence was suddenly shaken. Her trusted henchman had just reported unbelievable news. A vagrant in the suburban labor market had very strange self-defense skills and a face that looked 90% like Tran Hoang Khai. His network was really big.
Khai? Because of gritting his teeth, his eyes flashed with cruelty, but even if he were to rise from hell, she would lead him back there again. A new, more vicious plan began to be drawn up. An and Khai’s peaceful life had truly ended. A great storm was about to brew. The return of memories did not bring joy to Khai but a nightmare worse than oblivion.
He remembered everything, remembered the face of Vi, the woman he once loved and trusted, smiling at him so sweetly just hours before her trusted driver deliberately crashed the car into the abyss. He also remembered the face of his uncle, Mr. Tuan, who had planned with Vi to take over everything he had built.
The physical pain had passed, but the pain of betrayal was like thousands of knives stabbing his heart. He looked at An and Lam, then looked back at the shabby rented room, his heart was torn apart violently. It was this poor place that gave him life. It was these kind people that gave him the most sincere love. Something he never had in his rich but fake world. What should we do now? An asked worriedly, her voice breaking. If they knew he was still alive, they would not leave him and his sisters alone. An, don’t be afraid, I won’t let anyone harm you and Lam. Khai held her hand tightly, his voice determined, his eyes no longer bewildered but had returned to the sharpness and determination of a president. But deep down, he knew the situation was much more dangerous than she thought.

Now he had nothing but his bare hands, no money, no power, no one he could trust. His enemies held everything in their hands. Khai knew that staying here would only bring danger to An and her sisters. He had to leave, had to find a way to get back what was his and make those people pay. But he couldn’t leave empty-handed. He needed a plan. Lam, his memory had not fully recovered.
He could only remember the main events. I need you to help me with something. Khai looked at Lam, his eyes filled with trust. Can you help me find information about a man named Long, nicknamed Long the Scorpion? He was an old gangster, once indebted to his father, perhaps now he was the only person he could trust. Lam nodded, immediately rushing to the internet cafe.
Meanwhile, Khai tried to rummage through his memories of how the company operated. He knew Vi and Mr. Tuan would not let him come back easily. They must have prepared all the legal documents to legitimize the takeover of the corporation. To turn the tables, he needed evidence of their murder plot.

But where was the evidence? The car had exploded, the driver had probably been killed, all clues had been erased. Just when Khai was confused, Mrs. Tu suddenly ran upstairs, her face flustered. An, Khai, there are some strangers downstairs, their faces were dark, asking about an injured man who had just arrived in this area. They don’t look like good people.

Are they looking for me? Khai’s heart stopped beating. So fast? They had already sniffed it out all the way here. Di Tu, you just calmly go downstairs and tell them you don’t know anything. Just say it’s the wrong person. Khai tried to stay calm. Reassure Mrs. Tu An Lam, we have to leave here immediately. Hurry. There’s no time to pack up.
Khai pulled An’s hand along the fire escape behind the boarding house, always dodging through the small and tangled alleys. He knew the terrain of these poor working-class areas better than the others. Luckily, Lam had just returned. I found him. Mr. Long now opened a large auto garage in District 8. The three of them quickly took a taxi and rushed towards District 8. They did not know that from a nearby high-rise building, a camera lens had captured their image.
Vi’s henchman smirked. Let’s see where you guys are going. Long Bo Cap’s auto garage was located in a large alley, contrary to his gangster name. Mr. Long was now a middle-aged man who looked quite gentle, but when he saw Khai, his eyes flashed with surprise and extreme joy. Khai, you’re still alive? Thank goodness.
Mr. Long had heard about the accident and was extremely sad because he owed his life to Khai’s father. After hearing Khai tell the whole story, Mr. Long slammed the table, angry, damn, those beasts. Rest assured, Khai, my old life was saved by your father. Now even if I have to die, I will help you get justice.

“Mr. Long immediately arranged for the three of them a safe place to stay in a small house behind the garage. He also mobilized his most trusted brothers, and began to secretly investigate Vi and Mr. Tuan. Khai, with the help of Mr. Long and his superior intelligence, began to outline a meticulous counterattack plan. He knew that to defeat Vi, he needed to attack her biggest weakness.
Greedy, he decided to create a bait, a huge investment project abroad, a lucrative cake that he knew Trac Vi would not be able to ignore. He would use her own ladder to lead her into the trap. While Khai and Mr. Long were busy with the plan, An felt lost. She was no longer the strong, independent vegetable seller.
Here, she could not help Khai in any way, on the contrary, she felt like a burden. The distance between her and him grew larger and larger. He was billionaire Tran Hoang Khai, and she was just a girl who picked up ve trai. Can their love overcome this huge boundary of status and class? Mr. Khai, after everything is over, will you return to your previous life? One night, An couldn’t help but ask him. Khai turned back to look deeply into her eyes.
He hugged her, his voice full of certainty, An? My previous life ended the day I was framed. My current life is given to me by you. No matter what happens in the future, I will never let you go. His words dispelled all the insecurities in her heart. She believed him. Khai’s plan began to be carried out.
Mr. Long, through old relationships, spread the news about a rare metal mine that had just been discovered in Africa and a mysterious investor looking for partners in Vietnam. Because as predicted, Khai immediately took the bait. She was in dire need of a big deal to affirm her position after taking over TK Group.
She did not hesitate used a large amount of money from the company’s black market to bribe and bribe to win this project. At the same time, Khai, with the help of Lam, hacked into the TK Group’s computer system. He not only found evidence that Vi and Mr. Tuan had embezzled public funds, but also discovered a more shocking secret. They had secretly sold the group’s confidential information to competitors.
This was the fatal blow that could completely defeat them. Everything was ready for the final act. The date to sign the investment contract for the Africa project was set at a luxury hotel. Vi and Mr. Tuan appeared with triumphant faces. They had no idea that the mysterious investor sitting in the room was Mr. Long. And the entire signing ceremony was being recorded.
When Vi had just signed the contract, the door to the room opened. Khai in a smart suit slowly walked in. Vi and Mr. Tuan were stunned, their faces pale as paper. Khai, you’re not dead yet. Mr. Tuan stammered. Thank you for your your concern. I’m still alive and well. Khai sneered. Vi, you don’t seem happy to see me again, do you? Vi trembled but still tried to stay calm.
When did you come back? Why didn’t you tell everyone? I wanted to give you two a surprise.” Khai said and signaled to Mr. Long. The big screen in the meeting room lit up, showing the entire video recording Canh Vi and Mr. Tuan discussing the plot to harm him along with undeniable evidence of them selling out the company.
At the same time, the police stormed Tran Hoang Khai, do you think you’ve won? Vi yelled madly when she was handcuffed. If I can’t have it, don’t even think about having happiness. You’re wrong. Because? Khai looked at her, his eyes no longer filled with hatred, only pity. My happiness is not the money or power that you crave.
My happiness, you can never understand. As she was led away, Vi passed by An, who was standing silently in a corner of the room. She looked at An with eyes full of hatred. Just a little girl who collects scraps. Let’s see how long you can stay with her. An said nothing. She just silently held Khai’s hand. She knew the biggest news was over, but the real test of their love was probably just now beginning.

The shocking incident of TK Group became the focus of the media. The spectacular return of Tran Hoang Khai along with the cruel plot of his fiancée and uncle created a story more thrilling than a movie. Khai quickly regained control of the group, and at the same time carried out a large-scale infiltration.
eliminating all the corrupt elements that Vi and Mr. Tuan had planted. He worked day and night to stabilize the company and erase the painful memories. And of course, the love story between the billionaire and the poor girl who saved his life could not escape the press’s pursuit. An’s image appeared in all the newspapers with beautiful headlines like a modern-day Cinderella. True love sprouted from the desert.
Her life was completely turned upside down. The rented room on the rooftop was always surrounded by reporters. She could no longer go to the market to sell vegetables, nor could she collect scrap metal. The simple life she loved disappeared. Khai brought An and Lam to live in his luxurious penouse.
He wanted to make it up to her, to give her the best life. He bought her designer clothes and expensive jewelry. Lam was transferred to a prestigious international school. He thought that was the best he could do for them. But he didn’t realize that An was becoming more and more quiet.
She was lost in the luxurious house, not used to the parties and fake social interactions of the upper class. She missed the noisy market, the kind neighbor Mrs. Tu, and the days when she was poor but warm with human love. In life, people can buy an expensive bed but not a good night’s sleep.
The old saying has never been more true to An than it is now. One day, Khai announced to An that he would hold a wedding of the century, the most lavish wedding ever to officially introduce her to the world. He wanted to show everyone how much he loved and cherished her. But instead of being happy, An burst into tears.
Khai, is this what you really want? Or is it just what a billionaire like you thinks you should do? She choked up and asked, “I love you, I love you for who you are, not your wealth. I’m afraid that in this luxurious world, you and I will lose ourselves.” An’s words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Khai. He was stunned.
For so long, he had been caught up in the whirlwind of work, of revenge, of regaining his position, forgetting what was really important. He had forgotten Quan, the person An loved. A gentle and honest vegetable seller.
He was trying to turn An into a queen, but he didn’t realize that all she needed was a peaceful home. He suddenly realized that the sweetest revenge was not to make the enemy suffer, but to live happier. But what is true happiness? That night Khai could not sleep. He drove back to the old boarding house alone. The rooftop room had been rented by someone else.
He stood silently at the foot of the apartment building, looking up at the small window, which had been his home during his darkest days. He remembered the simple meals, the laughter, and An’s warm eyes. He realized that although that period of time was materially poor, it was also the time when he felt the richest in spirit. And then a bold decision arose in his mind.
On the day of the wedding of the century, all the guests had gathered at a splendid five-star hotel. Everyone was looking forward to witnessing the fairy tale with a happy ending. But the groom Tran Hoang Khai did not appear. Instead, a video was shown on the big screen.

In the video, Khai is not wearing a suit, he is wearing a simple T-shirt, standing in the middle of the giant desert where An found him. I apologize to everyone. Khai’s voice is deep and sincere and I especially apologize to An. I have realized that happiness does not lie in the flashy things on the outside. True happiness is being able to live as yourself and being with the person you love.
The whole club president was silent, all eyes turned to An. She was standing silently on the stage in a gorgeous wedding dress. I cannot give you a fairytale wedding, but I can give you true love and a meaningful life. The video ends. And then Khai appeared at the door of the hall, still in simple clothes. He walked quickly towards An, kneeling down on one knee.
In his hand was not a diamond ring but a ring with a phoenix symbol and the two letters TK. The ring that An had carefully kept for me. Will you be my wife? Not as the wife of the chairman of TK Group but as Quan’s wife. The vegetable seller in the poor market built our own simple happiness with him.
Do you agree? Tears of happiness rolled down An’s cheeks. She nodded without hesitation, “I agree.” They did not hold a wedding. Instead, Khai used all the money planned for the wedding to establish a charity fund called An’s Hope Fund. Quy specializes in helping poor workers, unfortunate lives like An’s.
He also invested in building a modern waste recycling factory near the beach, creating jobs for thousands of people living in that area, turning a polluted place into a green, clean and developed area. He is still the chairman of TK Group but now he runs the group according to a different philosophy. Doing business for humanity and profit is no longer the only goal but a tool to create good values ​​for society.
An did not become a queen living in a mansion. She became the director of Quy Tu Thien. Every day, she still traveled to boarding houses and poor working-class neighborhoods to help those in difficult circumstances. Mrs. Tu was invited to be the manager of a chain of clean food stores opened by the fund.
After graduating, Lam became a leading technology expert, helping her brother-in-law manage the group’s technology projects. One afternoon, Khai and An walked together on a small road along the Saigon River. This time, the sunset was no longer yellow but a bright and warm red. Have you ever regretted not choosing the life of a queen? Khai asked. An smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder.
The most precious thing she picked up at the beach was not a billionaire but the love of her life. The life of a queen may be splendid. But I prefer the life of a queen. The queen in your heart and in the hearts of those we have helped.
Khai held her in his arms, looking at the horizon. He knew their journey was still long, but as long as they had each other, they could turn every desert in life into a garden of happiness.