Chapter 8 — After a 100-Yuan Humiliation, I Became a Wealthy Heiress

My mind— Completely numb. Thirty million yuan. The Co family's capital city. Those two things overlap— More unreal than a dream. More absurd than any movie I've ever seen. That name was like a thunderbolt straight into her deep memories. Her face immediately turned pale. Hold your head with both hands. Let out a painful groan.

“No… my head… hurts…”

Fragments of broken memories— Like a tidal wave. A large garden, wallflowers blooming. A man wearing an old-fashioned shirt gently lifted her up. A woman wearing a cheongsam gently taught her to play the ancient instrument. A blurry back, in the chaotic sea of people, gradually moved away... She unconsciously called out. Tears flowed uncontrollably. Mr. Tran looked at that scene, his eyes became even more sad. He did not ask further. Just get up, go inside. A moment later, he brought out an old red phone. He dialed a series of numbers without pressing a key. The call seemed to connect immediately. His voice became extremely respectful:

“Old man, it's me—Tran Mac.”

“Found it.”

“The tokens… and the eldest lady, are all with me.”

“The person… has suffered quite a bit, her memory may be lacking, but… it is definitely her.”

The other side said something. He nodded continuously.

“Don't worry, I'll be here to watch.”

"Yes, I get it."

He returned and poured tea for mother and child.

“Please calm down, both of you.”

“People from the Co family… are on their way.”

“From the nearest private airport, half an hour maximum.”

Those words— Like a sedative. Mother's trembling body... gradually stabilized. In addition to “Tran Bao Cac” at this time— Another play. After being evicted from home— The more Tu Kien Quan's family thought about it, the more unwilling they became. Especially Tu Le. She was convinced— We were just holding a fake bracelet, acting like a trick to get money.

“That poor woman, where did she get the family heirloom?”

"Thirty million? Why don't you just say three hundred million!"

“It's definitely a fake!”

“Now they are going everywhere to scam money!”

Hearing that, Tu Kien Quan also began to waver. Thinking about the bracelet— His heart itched. What if… it's true? Impossible! Absolutely cannot let Phuong Lan sell it! The three of them, after discussing— Made an extremely stupid decision. They wanted to go there—

“Expose” us.

Tu Le used her connections— Quickly found out— The most prestigious appraisal place in the city— It was Tran Bao Cac. And she was convinced— We… were definitely there. Tu Le even called the manager of "Tran Bao Cac" in advance, adding salt and salt, turning my mother and I into "countryside scammers using fake things to scam money." He also told them to "deal fairly". When the three of them aggressively approached— The sight before them made them dumbfounded. More than a dozen black cars, without logos, were parked in front of the door. Nearly a hundred bodyguards wearing black suits, sunglasses, and headphones— stood in a tight wall of people. The air is heavy. The pressure is suffocating. Tu Kien Quan's house— Never seen this scene in my entire life. Legs immediately became weak. They thought some big person was coming, so they quickly huddled in a corner, not daring to say a word. At that moment— The tea room door opened slightly. A silver-haired old man, wearing a simple but extremely sophisticated Chinese outfit, walked in. He looks like a butler. But temperament— Stronger than any CEO Tu Le has ever met. His eyes scanned around. Stopped on my mother's face. His whole body... Like being struck by lightning. Stand still in place. Eyes that have experienced storms— The first time they wake up to big waves. His lips trembled. Slowly walked towards my mother. Every step— Like stepping on lost years. He stood in front of his mother. Under everyone's horrified gazes— He made a "thud" sound— He knelt down on one knee. Bow your head deeply. The voice trembled— Filled with excitement, regret, and brokenness.

“Eldest lady!”

“Old slave… you're late!”

“Finally… found someone!”

Chung Nguyen. Loyal housekeeper of the Co family. The person who watched my mother grow up. This kneel— More weighty than any DNA test. No, Co Niem— Looking at him, he seemed lost. Locked memories— Suddenly burst.

“Uncle Trung…?”

She called tremblingly. A name buried deep in the soul. Hearing those two words— Chung Nguyen's whole body trembled. Tears flowed.

"Yes! It's me! It's me, miss!"

He stood up and took out a brocade box. Inside is a thick stack of documents.

“Here are all the records from that year when the young lady went missing.”

“And the results of the emergency DNA test just finished—”

“Concordance… 99.9%.”

He took out an old photo.

"It's a photo of the young lady, taken with the old man and his wife."

"When I was a child, the young lady loved climbing on the old man's body and pulling his beard..."