Chapter 5 — After a 100-Yuan Humiliation, I Became a Wealthy Heiress

My cold gaze, like a sharp blade, tore off the last layer of pretense on Tu Kien Quan's face. He suddenly felt guilty. But greed quickly took over.

“Report to the police?”

"I want to see if the police come and arrest me - your biological father, or arrest you and your mother - the thief in the house!"

He began to talk nonsense, turning black and white upside down. Grandma immediately sat down on the ground, patted her thighs and cried loudly:

“Oh my God, there is no more reason!”

“What karma did our Tu family create to bring on this disastrous woman!”

“Stealing things from the house, and trying to push the whole family, young and old, into the police station!”

“I'm so miserable!”

Ms. Tu Le stood next to her, her tone bitter:

“Tinh Tinh, think carefully.”

“Making a big deal with the police... what do I get?”

“Your Bac Dai admission notice… do you still want it?”

"If there are marks in the file, which school would dare to accept me?"

The three of them— One did evil. A victim. A person standing outside added fuel to the fire. The coordination is terrifyingly smooth. If it was the old me— Maybe they would have scared me. But now— I just feel disgusted. I held up the phone, the lens pointed straight at each face.

“Whether I have a record or not, I don't know.”

“But I know—”

“What would this video look like if posted online?”

“I still have a title in mind.”

“‘Shocked: Successful businesswoman led people into her home, threatening to rob her poor niece.’”

"Miss... how many days do you think your company's stock will fall?"

Tu Le's face immediately turned pale. What she values most— It's money and fame. I looked at her, her smile even colder.

“And grandmother.”

“Don't you really like to show off to your neighbors that someone in your family passed the Bac Dai exam?”

“If this video is sent to the resident group…”

“How will people see you?”

“How does the Tu family look?”

“Is it honoring the ancestors... or losing face?”

Grandma's crying immediately stopped. His mouth opened— But he couldn't say a word. Finally, I looked straight at Tu Kien Quan. The man I called dad for eighteen years.

“You said this is something from the Tu family?”

“The house deed is in my grandmother's name—it's my mother's pre-marital property, it has nothing to do with him.”

"This bracelet is a relic my grandmother left for my mother. It is clearly stated in the diary that it has nothing to do with you."

"Arbitrarily breaking into someone else's house, and also intending to appropriate property."

I looked straight into his eyes, every word cold as ice.

“That is illegal.”

“The witnesses and material evidence are all complete.”

“I give you two options.”

“First, immediately take each other… out of this house.”

“Second, we meet in court.”

Every word I said— Like hammer blows straight to their hearts. Tu Kien Quan's face turned from red to gray, then gradually turned pale. He looked at me, his eyes full of surprise and strangeness. He never thought that this obedient and obedient girl... could become so sharp and fierce. The air fell into a deadlock. A suffocating struggle. The first person to lose was Tu Le. She glared at me and tugged on Tu Kien Quan's sleeve. She just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible, minimizing losses. Grandma also stood up, pointed at me and mom, her lips trembling— But she didn't dare curse another word. Tu Kien Quan looked at the bracelet in my hand, his eyes full of unwillingness. But he understood— Today, he couldn't take anything anymore. He stomped his foot, turned and left. He suddenly turned around and screamed at my mother, his voice crazy:

"Phuong Lan! Don't be too proud!"

“Do you think that torn bracelet is a treasure?”

“I'm telling you—it's just a fake made of glass!”

"Your mother was just an abandoned child on the street that year! An orphan who didn't know who her parents were!"

“Where did she get the family heirloom!”

“You two, you and your mother, just keep holding on to that fake thing and dreaming about being poor all your life!”

The door was slammed shut. The whole world— Finally quiet. But his last words— Like poisoned thorns, they stabbed straight into my mother's heart. Mother's body swayed slightly. His face instantly turned white. She held onto the table to steady herself. I quickly caught her. Her hands were as cold as ice.

“He… lied…”

Mother's voice was as light as breathing, full of confusion.

“Your grandmother is not… not like that…”

Looking at my mother's dazed appearance— My heart felt like it was being torn apart. Those words... They hurt more than being robbed. It doesn't just offend the grandmother. But it's also destroying the last faith in my mother's heart. I hugged her tightly.

“Mom, don't trust him.”

"He couldn't rob him, so he got angry and said nonsense."

“What kind of person a grandmother is… we know best.”

"Is this bracelet real or fake... let's get it examined to find out."

“We have to prove to them—”

“The one who should be laughed at… is them.”

My words— Seemed to pull my mother back. The blurred eyes gradually regain focus. She looked at me. Then looked at the bracelet in my hand. A long time later— She nodded.

“Let's go get an appraisal.”

“I must let your grandmother… be pure.”