Chapter 5 — After Divorce, I Take Everything Back

This time it's not a lawyer's letter. It's a court summons. I actually sued. Liu Que Lan held the paper, her whole body felt like her bones had been pulled out.

“It… it's really happening…”

Tran Vu grabbed it and looked, his face pale.

“Mom… what should I do now—”

"How? I don't know what to do!"

Liu Que Lan sat down on the ground, crying so hard that three floors above could hear it.

"What karma did I create in my past life? Marrying a daughter-in-law with such a cruel heart! Divorced and then sued my mother-in-law! If I spread the word, I wouldn't have the face to look at anyone else!"

Tran Hao walked out of the room. Look at my mother sitting on the ground crying. His younger brother stood next to him awkwardly. In his heart… there weren't many emotions. Even found it funny. Up to this point, that woman was still only thinking about face. Don't think about where you went wrong.

“Mom, stand up.” He said, his voice was very calm. “Crying doesn't solve anything.”

“So tell me what to do!”

Liu Guilan looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Pay."

Tran Hao said two words.

“Where can I get it to pay!”

Tran Hao looked at Tran Vu.

“Sell his house.”

"Impossible!"

Tran Vu jumped up.

"That's my wedding house! What are you and Tinh Tinh going to do after it's sold?"

"If you don't sell it, wait for the court to enforce it."

Tran Hao's tone had no intention of negotiating.

"By that time, the house was still gone. Mom was also put on the list of discredited people. Taking the high-speed train was also restricted."

Tran Vu opened his mouth. Liu Que Lan also stopped crying. Mother and daughter looked at each other. Same expression—

“Tieu Hao… go find Niem Senh to help me…”

Luu Que Lan's voice lowered, carrying a pleading tone.

"I beg you. Tell him we'll pay the money in installments. Tell him to withdraw the lawsuit."

Tran Hao looked at his mother. The woman used to hold absolute power in the house for decades. Finally bowed his head. But… it's late.

“Mom, she won't withdraw her application.”

"She gave us a chance. We didn't take it."

“So… what should we do…”

Liu Guilan cried again. This time it's really desperate. Crying without the strength to scream. Tran Hao turned around and went into the bedroom. Close the door. Pick up your phone and text me a message.

"Nien Senh, the money will be paid. Give us more time."

He looked at the screen. Waited a long time. The message displays as read. But there was no response. Five minutes. Ten minutes. He put down the phone. Close your eyes. Some things are broken... they are broken. No matter how much glue you apply, it won't stay the same. One week later. Court mediation room. Both sides of the table are long. This side is me and lawyer Chu. On the other side are Tran Hao, Luu Que Lan and Tran Vu. Luu Que Lan's eyes were puffy, with dark circles. Apparently he hadn't slept in a few days. Tran Vu bowed his head, from beginning to end not daring to look at me. Tran Hao sat between the two people, his eyes always directed towards me. I don't look back. The mediator, surnamed Ngo, was about fifty, with a round face and a gentle but decisive voice.

"Both sides are fully present. Let's begin."

"Ms. Lam sued Ms. Liu, demanding a refund of 715,300 yuan of salary belonging to her. Ms. Liu, do you have any opinion on this number?"

Liu Guilan's lips moved. Want to say yes. But when he glanced at the thick stack of documents in front of lawyer Chu... he swallowed it again.

"No opinion, right? Then let's see the evidence."

The mediator receives the documents. Turn each page.

"Mrs. Liu. According to the bank statement, from eight years ago, Ms. Lam's salary card was kept by you. Every month after the salary comes in, only 2,500 yuan is transferred back as expenses." activities for her. The rest was transferred to her personal account.”

“Then, from your account, continue to transfer to— Mr. Tran Vu's account.”

Mr. Ngo's eyes turned to Tran Vu.

“Mr. Tran Vu, can you confirm these transactions?”

Tran Vu bowed his head.

“I… don't really understand…”

“Not sure?”

The mediator turns to a page, points to a line.

“On January 12 last year, 250,000 yuan was transferred to your account from Liu Guilan. Note: ‘buy a house’. You don't know about this account?

Tran Vu's face was red up to his neck.

“I know. So why didn't you say it clearly just now?"

He stammered, unable to say a complete sentence. Liu Que Lan couldn't bear it anymore.

“I gave him that money! It has nothing to do with Lam Niem Senh!”

Tran Hao lowered his voice and shouted. Liu Guilan glared at him, but said no more. Jaw clenched.