Chapter 1 — After My Husband Registered Thanh Mai's Fingerprints, I Sold My House

After my husband registered his childhood sweetheart's fingerprints, I immediately sold the villa worth hundreds of millions of yuan that was my pre-marital property. In my third year as Mrs. Co, I held the medical examination results and felt so happy that I almost wanted to fly home. But standing in front of the door, the fingerprint lock kept showing an error. After five unsuccessful attempts, Phuong Niem's naughty laughter suddenly rang out in the house.

“Dien Xuyen, have you registered the remaining two fingerprints for me?”

"So when my sister-in-law comes home from now on, she can only use the metal key to open the door. She won't be angry, right?"

My husband's voice, Co Dien Xuyen, rang out calmly.

"What is she angry about? There's nothing to do all day anyway, just bring the key with you."

"If you can't get in, then stand outside the door and wait for me to open it. It's no big deal."

"And I often go shopping and carry so many branded bags, of course I have to keep my hands free to open the door."

My fingers that were clutching the medical examination result sheet were stiff and white. That year, Co Dien Xuyen himself said that the two of them grew up together since childhood, and when Phuong Niem's house was finished being renovated, she would immediately move out. That's why I agreed to let her stay. Unexpectedly, that stay lasted for three years. Phuong Niem is afraid of the cold, and since then the temperature in the house has always been kept constant at twenty-three degrees. The second shelf in the refrigerator was also occupied by her, just to store the gold peaches he specially prepared for her. I took out my phone and looked at Phuong Niem's latest post.

“At my childhood home, I feel safer than my own home.”

I smiled coldly, conveniently threw the spare key into the trash, and immediately called the real estate broker.

“I don't need my Shangri-La wedding house anymore.”

“That's right, put it up for sale immediately.”

“By the way, find someone to change the main door lock.”

After hanging up, I stood outside the door and waited for ten minutes before Co Dien Xuyen leisurely walked out to open the door.

“Du Uyen, why don't you bring the key?”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he questioned me first.

“Nien Niem is afraid of the cold, her finger joints are not good, turning the key will hurt.”

When he said that, he was bending down to help Phuong Niem put the Hermes bag she had just bought into the closet in the mysterious gate. As for me standing outside the door, he was even lazy to glance at me and signal me to come in.

“So, you gave all the remaining two fingerprint registration slots for this house to her?”

I looked at him, my voice strangely calm. Co Dien Xuyen stood up straight, frowning slightly.

"Du Uyen, you are also Mrs. Co. I have already given you all the dignity that you should have. It's just a fingerprint lock, do you need to go overboard like that?"

Phuong Niem poked her head out from the living room. She was wearing silk pajamas, her voice full of self-pity.

"Sister-in-law, don't be angry with Dien Xuyen, it's all my fault. My wrist hurts a lot these days. Dien Xuyen loves me so he let me register my fingerprint."

"If you really care, I can move out tomorrow. After all, I live alone and can just rent a basement."

Having said this, her eyes immediately turned red, as if she had just suffered a terrible injustice. Co Dien Xuyen's face immediately darkened.

"Nien Niem, where are you planning to move? Your house hasn't been repaired yet, honey Do you know where I can go?

But when he looked at me, his eyes only had blame.

“Du Uyen, since childhood, Niem Niem's health has not been good. I'm your sister-in-law, don't you even have this bit of tolerance?"

“She just registered a fingerprint, it's not like she wanted to steal my Great Grandmother's position.”

Stealing Mrs. Co's position? In the past three years, has there been a day when Phuong Niem did not try to replace me? I changed my slippers, passed the two of them and went straight into the living room. The European-style leather sofa where I usually sit is now filled with Phuong Niem's shopping bags. On the tea table there was also a bowl of bird's nest that was only half eaten.

“My bird's nest, who let you use it freely?”

I coldly looked at Phuong Niem. She trembled slightly and immediately hid behind Co Dien Xuyen.

“Sister-in-law, I'm sorry... I didn't know it was yours. I saw that it had been left in the closet for so long that I thought no one would use it anymore..."

“Dien Xuyen said everything in my house can be used comfortably. I really didn't mean it."

Co Dien Xuyen raised his hand to gently rub his eyebrows, his voice filled with impatience.

“That's enough, Du Uyen. It's just a few boxes of bird's nest. Tomorrow I'll ask my assistant to buy ten boxes and return them to you."

“Why have you become so measured lately? Just like those housewives in the market.”

In his eyes, this eventually turned into me intentionally causing unreasonable trouble.

“Okay.”

I calmly replied.

“Then remember to buy that exact type tomorrow, return ten boxes to me.”

Co Dien Xuyen paused slightly, as if she didn't expect me to agree so easily. He breathed a sigh of relief, his tone softened a bit.

“That's right. As a family, there's no need to lose joy over trivial matters."

“You haven't had dinner yet, right? In the kitchen, there was still some leftover food that Niem Niem had eaten. You can heat it up yourself and eat it.”

Looking at his matter-of-fact expression, I didn't even have the strength to argue.

“I'm not hungry.”

Having finished speaking, I turned around and went straight to the master bedroom. Behind her, Phuong Niem's soft voice still sounded.

“Dien Xuyen, is your sister-in-law still angry with me? Or should I erase the fingerprints?”

“Don't pay attention to her.”

Co Dien Xuyen's voice was full of helplessness.

“That's her ladylike personality. It will go away on its own in a few days.”

Returning to the bedroom, I locked the door and tiredly leaned my back against the door. The lower abdomen aches intermittently. I quickly walked to the bed and lay down, taking a few deep breaths to feel a little more comfortable. Looking at the sparkling crystal chandelier on the ceiling, memories suddenly pulled me back to three years ago. At that time, every time he worked late at night, Co Dien Xuyen would bring me a portion of hot shrimp dumplings bought from the old quarter in the south of the city.

“Du Uyen, don't wait for me, go to sleep first.”

He always bent down and kissed my forehead gently, gently and moderately. The first month after getting married, every time he returned from a business trip, in his vest pocket there were always a few small souvenirs brought from everywhere.

“When I see it, I think of you.”

Every time he said that sentence, his ears turned unnaturally red, just like a guy who just fell in love. At that time, I thought I was the happiest woman in the world. But when did things start to change? Probably from the day Phuong Niem returned to the country. She cried and said she had nowhere else to go, then was met by Co Dien Xuyen brought her to live in our house.