Chapter 6 — After Being Evicted From Home, I Inherited 30 Million Yuan

Someone once paid five hundred thousand yuan, but my mother still couldn't bear to sell it. And Luc Canh Tham just conveniently threw a six hundred thousand card on my bed and said:

“Buy as many embroideries as you want.”

He doesn't know. What he calls "old things"... are things my mother used her life to embroider. He didn't even know... I was never an "orphan girl without father or mother" like they thought. The things my mother left me... were things he could never imagine in his entire life. I folded the letter and clasped the brass key in my hand. The phone rang again. It's a strange number just now.

“Nien Hoa, have you read the letter?”

"My son just signed a letter of intent with someone two days ago, wanting to sell both the factory and the Cam Hoa brand. I stopped him once but couldn't. He said that as long as Tam Niem Hoa doesn't come back, he is the owner of Cam Hoa."

“Nien Hoa, the things your mother left behind… do you really want to get them back?”

I tightened the key and stood up. Next to the bench is an old eucalyptus tree, the March wind is still cold to the bone.

“Cam Hoa belongs to my mother.”

“What I left for you… no one is allowed to touch it.”

I thought the hardest part was over. My mother's letter gave me direction. Aunt Chau gives me confidence. Just go to Cam Hoa and get the documents in the safe, everything will turn around. But the next night, Luc Canh Tham appeared downstairs at Lam Tri Y's house. He said he wanted to talk to me privately. Lam Tri Y wouldn't let me go.

"Don't come down. What kind of words can he say?"

I said it's okay. When I went downstairs, he was leaning next to the car waiting for me. The night wind is very cold. He opened the car door.

“Get in the car and talk, it's cold out here.”

I'm not up.

“Just say it here.”

He looked at me for a moment then took out a bag of documents. From inside pulled out two pieces of paper.

“Apartment transfer contract.”

I took it and looked at it. That apartment, he paid the initial down payment. For the past three years, we have divided the monthly loan payment in half. Both people's names are on the real estate certificate. The contract clearly states:

"Tham Niem Hoa voluntarily gave up co-ownership of this apartment and agreed to transfer all ownership to Luc Canh Tham without asking for compensation."

“Sign your name.”

He gave me the pen.

"I paid the initial down payment. After three years of your loan payment, I will convert it to the market price and then pay it back in cash, about one hundred and twenty thousand yuan. I will transfer it to your account."

I held those two pieces of paper. The wind blew causing the corners of the paper to curl up.

“Why do you suddenly want to change your name?”

He was silent for a few seconds.

"Dao Dao said she's not used to living in a house with so many of your things. I want to clarify her name a bit... more officially."

“More formal.”

He didn't even bother to say the word "break up". A name transfer contract is clearer than any explanation. I looked at the words "voluntarily giving up". From twenty-one years old to twenty-eight years old. Go see the house together, choose the color of the curtains, sit on the living room floor and eat instant noodles on New Year's Eve. In return... just a transfer contract and one hundred and twenty thousand yuan.

“Give me the pen.”

After signing, I returned the pen to him.

“One hundred and twenty thousand, no need to transfer anymore.”

He frowned.

“So what do you think?”

“It doesn't count anymore.”

“I don't want to count Talk to me too.”

I turned around and entered the building. After walking three steps, his voice was heard behind him.

“Nien Hoa.”

I don't turn around.

“Don't hate me. I just feel… Dao Dao and I are more compatible.”

I pushed open the apartment door. Right at the moment the door was about to close, Chung Dao stuck half of his body out from the passenger seat, smiling sweetly and calling after my back:

“Thank you for your cooperation!”

Her voice is so sweet that it makes people nauseous. The door closed, blocking the sound from outside. I went upstairs. Lam Tri Y is standing in front of the door. Seeing my face, she didn't ask anything. Just quietly step aside to let me in. Two o'clock in the morning. I sat on the guest room bed, clutching the brass key in my hand. The streetlight shined through the window, the green patina on the key darkened under the light. Every sentence and every word in my mother's letter kept spinning in my head. Cam Hoa Embroidery Ward. Assets of thirty million yuan. My uncle wants to sell it. But now… I don't even have a place to live. Luc Canh Tham threw me a card of six hundred thousand, and even criticized me for being stubborn because of an "old piece of embroidery". Luu Phuong said I had no father or mother, and was not worthy of standing next to her son. Chung Dao smiled at me and said "thank you for your cooperation". I turned over, pulled the blanket over my head. That year, my mother told me to find someone who was sincere before opening this letter. I searched for seven years. As a result, I found a liar. But the letter has already been opened. The key is also here. That's enough.