Chapter 13 — After I Escaped the Trap of 4.8 Million Yuan

I don't look at them. Just walked straight to the defendant's chair and sat down next to Tran Vu.

“Not bad condition.” Tran Vu smiled at me.

"Of course."

“Today is the day to fight.”

The judge entered. The entire courtroom immediately became quiet. The trial officially begins. The process happened almost exactly as I predicted. The plaintiff's lawyer first played the emotional card. Crying about how cold, heartless, ungrateful and ungrateful I - this niece - was. That I stood by and watched my uncle's family fall into despair without feeling the slightest bit moved. He then presented a fake "donation agreement". The recording was cut. Along with a "joint declaration" filled with signatures of relatives. He tried to create the impression that… Everyone believed that house belonged to my uncle. I'm the only one trying to deny it. It's time to respond. Tran Vu stood up. He did not rush to deny the authenticity of the recording or the agreement. But just calmly ask the judge a question.

“Please ask the plaintiff, Mr. Chu Kien Quan…”

"He affirmed that one year ago, defendant Chu Tinh transferred the house to him."

"So I would like to ask, over the past year, who has paid the management fees, electricity, water, and gas for that house?"

My uncle was stunned. The plaintiff's lawyer also stood still. Maybe they didn't expect us to crash straight from this direction.

“Of course… of course Chu Tinh pays.” My uncle stammered. “It's still in there anyway.”

"OH?" Tran Vu burst out laughing.

"In other words, as the 'owner' of the house, during the past year you have never exercised any rights nor fulfilled any obligations related to this property?"

“That… doesn't seem logical, does it?”

My uncle immediately choked. Tran Vu did not give him time to breathe. Right after that, he threw out the second question.

“Please ask the plaintiff.”

“If you had owned this house a long time ago…”

“So why a year ago, when your son Chu Hao needed to borrow money…”

"You don't use the house 'in your name' as collateral..."

“And yet you ask the defendant — a person who, according to you, ‘has no home’ — to stand as surety?”

That question was like a sharp knife. Straight to the core of the entire lie. My uncle's face immediately turned red like pig liver. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. The entire courtroom was completely silent. I saw that the prosecution lawyer's forehead had begun to sweat. We won. At least logically, we had the complete upper hand. Even the judge saw the problem. He frowned and looked towards the plaintiff.

“Plaintiff, do you have any explanation for the defendant's attorney's question?”

Right at that moment. My uncle — who had been silent — suddenly raised his head. He looked at me. The corner of his mouth slowly curled into a strange smile.

“Judge.” He said.

“Of course I have an explanation.”

"Because that house... was not originally bought by Chu Tinh."

“But my brother — Zhou Jianrong — left it to me!”

My uncle? I was stunned. The entire courtroom also froze.

“You talk nonsense!” My mother, sitting in the front row reserved for auditors, immediately jumped up.

The judge knocked his gavel hard. My father quickly pulled my mother down, she was so angry that she was shaking all over. My uncle was completely unaware of the noise below. He trembled and took out a envelope from his chest The skin has turned yellow.

“This is the handwritten letter my brother left behind before he died.”

“It's written very clearly in the letter.”

“He knows he is sorry for me, sorry for the Chu family.”

“So all his assets were left to me.”

“Including the house Chu Tinh is living in, along with all his savings!”

"Chu Tinh is just the person in charge of the household!"

“For all these years, every penny he spends is my money!”

“The house he lives in is also mine!”

“What right does he have to sit here and tell me conditions!”

His voice grew louder and louder. More and more excited. Just like a beast finally showing its fangs and claws. I stared at the envelope in his hand. Mind is empty. My eldest uncle passed away nearly ten years ago. Because of an unexpected accident. Gone too suddenly. Don't leave any last words. So where did this letter come from?

“Judge, I request that this evidence be presented to the court!”

My uncle held up the envelope and shouted loudly.

“This is my last card!”

“It is also iron and steel proof that this unfilial son will be ruined!”

The letter was brought up by the dharma scene. The old judge wore glasses and carefully examined every bit. The whole courtroom was so quiet that you could almost hear each person's heart beating. My heart also beat crazy. I looked at my uncle. His face was full of pride and madness. Just like a gambler who has spent all his capital on the last card. I do not believe. Absolutely do not believe that my uncle would write such a letter. My uncle is gentle, even somewhat weak. How could he leave everything to his younger brother, who had always been at odds with him since childhood? That's completely absurd.