In the front yard, Mr. Tài and C?u D?ng froze in place when they saw Mr. Tín and his son Huy rushing out toward the gate in panic. C?u D?ng quickly followed, his voice tight with concern:

  – “Brother-in-law, Huy — what’s going on?”

  Stepping outside, Mr. Tài and C?u D?ng’s eyes followed the pair toward the Gothic mansion across the street. The figures standing there exuded an overwhelming aura of power — yet their appearance was that of refined, elegant businessmen. Mr. Tài muttered under his breath:

  – “I heard they’re international investors, doing business here in Vietnam. That’s why they rented that mansion.”

  C?u D?ng suddenly felt small — standing before these men, he no longer seemed like a “tycoon,” but merely a merchant among true magnates.

  As they approached, Din led the group. His commanding presence made everyone instinctively wary, yet his smile remained perfectly polite:

  – “Good afternoon, gentlemen. We were away on business for a few days, and to return to such a lively scene… how fascinating.”

  Yin followed, his tone smooth and courteous:

  – “You must be Mr. D?ng — from the steel and construction group, right? We’ve been meaning to greet you, but work has kept us occupied.”

  Mr. Tài smiled, attempting to keep things cordial:

  – “We’re neighbors now, no need for formalities. Please, come inside for some tea.”

  Just then, Anh ?ào rushed out from the house. Her eyes gleamed like headlights when they met Din’s, though her heart still fluttered for Erion — that masculine, sophisticated man whose charm far surpassed all others. She spoke with eager excitement:

  – “Hello there! I’ve seen you a few times but never had the chance to say hi. But… isn’t someone missing today?”

  Din instantly understood who she meant. A flash of disdain passed through his mind:

  – “A married woman still dreaming of another man… how disgraceful.”

  But outwardly, his smile remained polite, flawless:

  – “Thank you, miss. We’ve been rather busy lately. As for the one you mentioned — he’s our superior. He and his wife are away on vacation.”

  The word “wife” cut through the air like an invisible blade. Anh ?ào’s face paled, her eyes flickering with disappointment as her fantasies shattered.

  Beside her, Yin’s expression turned icy. His irises darkened to a deep, obsidian black as a mocking smile ghosted his lips:

  – “Shallow women, chasing after wealth and shine… utterly revolting.”

  For a brief moment, the air grew heavy — though on the surface, polite smiles and cordial glances still remained.

  The air grew heavier, and the polite smiles everyone wore now carried an undercurrent that was difficult to read. Anh ?ào tried to keep her face bright, but her eyes couldn’t hide the sting of disappointment.

  Sensing the rising tension, Mr. Tài quickly spoke up:

  – “Please, come inside for some tea. My business partner just gifted me a cake of ancient Shan Tuy?t green tea — the finest quality.”

  Yin nodded politely with a composed smile:

  – “You’re very kind. Then we’ll gladly accept.”

  Din turned to the subordinates disguised as employees:

  – “Clean up over there and make sure everything is in order. We’ll come back shortly.”

  As everyone headed inside, Din and Yin passed Mr. Tín and Huy at the doorway. A flicker of blue light flashed in Din’s eyes, while Yin paused, shooting Huy a sharp, chilling glance — enough to make the young man hold his breath in fear.

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  In the living room, Din took a slow sip of tea. The corner of his mouth curved slightly as he spoke in a calm but cutting tone:

  – “In business, we often see people who chase after what doesn’t belong to them — blinded by appearances. But the more reckless they are, the higher the price they pay.”

  Anh ?ào froze, a chill running down her spine. Her hand clenched the edge of her blouse without realizing it. She knew all too well who those words were aimed at, yet she couldn’t muster a single defense.

  Yin chuckled lightly, his eyes cold as ice as they swept over her:

  – “Successful men always have a partner who matches their worth. Anyone who tries to interfere only turns themselves into a joke. There are boundaries that a wise woman would never dare to cross.”

  The tone remained civil, but every word pierced her like a blade to the heart.

  Din placed his teacup back on the table, his gaze burning bright as if to see through her very soul:

  – “Admiration is natural. But when it turns into selfish desire, it becomes humiliation waiting to happen.”

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  At that, Anh ?ào’s face stiffened. Her forced smile faded away completely, and her heart trembled — she understood perfectly well that these were warnings directed at her.

  Yin tilted his head slightly, his voice still poised yet filled with disdain:

  – “It’s best for everyone to stay within their proper place. Only then can life remain peaceful.”

  His words were soft, but the contempt hidden within them made Anh ?ào feel stripped bare before everyone.

  C?u D?ng furrowed his brows, speaking sternly yet trying to maintain harmony:

  – “Anh ?ào, you’re a married woman now. Watch your words and behavior — don’t let outsiders judge our family poorly.”

  Anh ?ào lowered her head, her ears burning red. Shame sealed her lips.

  Sitting beside her, M? Linh added gently, her voice steady but firm:

  – “In front of such esteemed guests, you must be even more careful. Our family has a reputation to uphold — don’t tarnish it for a moment’s foolishness.”

  Din took another sip of tea, his half-smile returning — calm yet razor-sharp:

  – “Every family has its own matters. But a wise woman knows her limits, so she doesn’t invite trouble upon herself.”

  Yin nodded slightly, his eyes cold and piercing:

  – “Exactly. Reaching for what isn’t yours is the same as lighting a fire that will burn you alive.”

  The words sounded mild, but they landed like heavy stones. Anh ?ào could only bow her head in silence, her heart churning with fear and humiliation.

  The Bentley Bentayga glided smoothly along the coastal road, the salty breeze of the ocean streaming in through the slightly opened window. When the car came to a stop, the Long H?i fishing village unfolded before them — a painting both simple and full of life.

  The endless blue sea stretched into the horizon, wooden fishing boats in vivid colors bobbed gently with the waves, and in the distance echoed the cheerful laughter of fishermen returning from their haul.

  On the sand, muscular men sat repairing nets — their calloused hands moving swiftly, shaped by years of labor — while the women displayed fresh fish at a small seaside market, their lively calls mingling with chatter and laughter. From a nearby boat workshop came the rhythmic clang of hammers. The ordinary scene brimmed with warmth and vitality.

  Erion stepped out of the car and walked around to open the door, his deep voice calm and resonant:

  – “We’ve arrived, my Princess.”

  Trang stepped out softly, her eyes shimmering like a child discovering something magical for the first time. Before her, the waves rolled gently to shore, and the afternoon sunlight scattered silver sparkles across the surface of the sea. Across the beach, children’s laughter carried through the wind as colorful kites soared high, painting the blue sky with joy.

  – “It feels so peaceful… so light,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

  Erion’s gaze never left her face, his tone tender and warm:

  – “Everything feels peaceful when you’re beside me.”

  From the back seat, Chen stepped out, still holding a bag of snacks, and cleared his throat lightly:

  – “Let’s park here and walk down to the beach. The seafood around here is famous — we’ll grab some later.”

  Erion gently clasped Trang’s hand as they walked together on the soft sand. The rhythmic sound of waves, mingled with the laughter of children, created a living melody all around them. Her silky black hair danced in the breeze, her radiant smile reflected in his deep, unwavering eyes.

  The scene was both poetic and full of life — yet for them, it felt like a moment of tranquility meant for just the two of them.

  Amid the lively hum of the fishing village, a little girl — no older than eight or nine — ran toward them, holding a small plastic basket in her arms. Inside were handmade trinkets: keychains, bracelets, and necklaces crafted from seashells and conch, glimmering softly under the golden afternoon sun. Her clear, cheerful voice rang out:

  – “Mister, you should buy something for your lady! My souvenirs are really cheap!”

  Trang let out a delighted gasp, her eyes lighting up:

  – “How adorable! I love handmade souvenirs!”

  Erion smiled gently, his warm gaze resting on the woman beside him before turning to the little girl’s basket.

  – “So, what do you think I should get for her?”

  The girl quickly picked out a white seashell bracelet, decorated with a few colorful plastic beads.

  – “I think this one suits her best. It’s only twenty-five thousand dong.”

  After Erion paid, the little girl hesitated for a moment, then took out a small conch keychain and offered it with both hands.

  – “I’ll give you this as a gift! Please come back and buy from me again next time, okay?”

  He accepted the tiny gift with a faint smile on his sharp, handsome face, his eyes drifting toward the horizon.

  – “You live nearby, don’t you?”

  The girl pointed toward the distance — to a small tin-roofed house tucked beneath a line of coconut trees. In front of it sat a thin man, busily weaving a fishing net with practiced, steady hands glowing under the sunset light.

  – “That’s my house. My dad’s sitting outside weaving nets. Do you want to come visit?”

  Erion nodded, his deep voice calm and kind:

  – “Of course. Lead the way.”

  Chen, walking behind them, chuckled softly:

  – “I’ll buy a few things from you later, too.”

  The girl cheered happily:

  – “Then I’ll give you a free gift too!”

  Bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, the three followed the little girl. Their shadows stretched long across the sand, blending with the rhythm of the waves. Ahead, the small tin-roofed house glowed softly in the orange light of the sea and sky — simple, yet warm, like a fragment of a quiet coastal soul.

  Following the little girl, the three of them stopped in front of a small tin-roofed house nestled beneath a row of coconut trees. Out on the porch sat a few old plastic chairs and a weathered wooden table faded by sun and sea breeze. Fishing nets were spread out to dry beside them, and the faint scent of saltwater lingered in the air. In the yard, baskets of freshly caught fish and crabs gleamed under the amber light of late afternoon.

  The man weaving nets looked up, his sunburned face breaking into a kind smile.

  – “Hello there! Thank you for buying from my daughter. Please, come sit and rest for a while.”

  From inside the house, a woman stepped out — her features simple and honest, her voice as gentle as the ocean breeze.

  – “Welcome, everyone. It’s rare for tourists to stop by here. Most just take pictures or buy a little seafood before leaving.”

  Erion gave a polite nod, his refined presence under the setting sun making the humble house seem brighter.

  – “Hello, ma’am. Your daughter invited us over. We’ll head back to V?ng Tàu soon, but before returning to Sài Gòn tomorrow morning, we’ll stop by to buy more seafood.”

  Chen, already eyeing the baskets of fish and crabs near the porch, spoke up with obvious excitement:

  – “Let’s get some fish and crabs later. They look incredibly fresh!”

  The fisherman chuckled warmly, the corners of his eyes creasing beneath the golden glow.

  – “You can buy them now. My wife will boil them for you — she makes the best crab in the village.”

  Erion and Trang carefully chose several plump, lively crabs, while Chen picked out a few fat fish, admiring them with a grin.

  – “These would smell amazing grilled. Too bad the little devils aren’t here — this basket wouldn’t even be enough for them.”

  Erion raised a finger to his lips, smirking softly.

  – “Shh! Careful, humans might hear you. Though you’re right — if they were here, this place would be chaos.”

  Trang giggled, giving him a playful wink.

  – “Then we’ll buy more on the way back. We should bring something home for Father too.”

  At that moment, Erion turned his head slightly, his gaze tender as it rested on her face. Trang’s smile glowed with innocent joy, her clear eyes shimmering with happiness. Beyond them, the sunset spread its crimson light across the rippling sea, mingling with the laughter of children and the soft murmur of waves.

  It was a moment of pure tranquility — a slice of peace so beautiful, it could almost make one forget the world beyond the shore.