Chapter 6 — After My Husband Slagged Me To Please My Mother, I Cleaned The Whole House

I cut her off.

"So I want to ask you something."

"Your store..."

"The source of goods is all from my channel, right?"

She was silent.

"The brand agency rights are mine."

"The supplier is mine."

"The transportation contract is also mine."

"Your store is open..."

"Every step depends on me."

"Is that right?"

"Sister-in-law... what do you mean?"

"From today."

"I cut off all supplies."

"You should find another place yourself."

"You... you can't do that!"

"Sister-in-law, you can't do that!"

"So what should I do with my store?"

"Every month you take 5,000 yuan from my account called living expenses."

"A year and a half."

"A total of 90,000 yuan."

"Plus an additional 35,000 yuan recorded as import money last May."

"Tieu Yen."

"That amount of money..."

"When are you going to pay?"

On the other end of the line, a sharp intake of breath was heard. She didn't expect that I knew everything.

"That... that's mom telling Kien Quan to move..."

"Who said to move, I don't care."

"The money was transferred from my account."

"I never gave permission."

"You can go talk to your mother about how to pay."

"Wait until I receive a letter from the lawyer and then consider further."

Her voice suddenly broke. Bringing sobs.

"How could you do that?"

"We are one family..."

"One family..."

I softly repeated those four words.

"When you texted me to come back and admit your mistake..."

"You once asked a question..."

"Why did your brother hit me?"

On the other end of the line... Complete silence.

"Goodbye, Tieu Yen."

I hung up. Before turning off the phone. I looked at the screen one last time. Tran Tieu Yen's chat box continuously displays each new message. I'm not open. No need to open it anymore. No matter what she said... It was just a few familiar sentences. Sister-in-law, be a little more generous. Sister-in-law, don't accept it anymore. Sister-in-law, we are all family. One family... From today. Those four words... No longer have anything to do with me. Four o'clock in the afternoon. I drove back to the apartment complex. In the trunk of the car is a new access card just issued by the management board. The door lock password... I also changed it. I sat under the car for about two minutes. Silently rearrange the things you have to do in your head. Pack up all personal belongings. Bring papers and important documents. No arguing. Noiseless. Got it... Regarding hiring a moving company, Vuong Loi told me to wait until tomorrow.

"Today you only need to bring your documents and valuables."

"For bulky items, wait until the protection order is served before moving them."

"So there will be legal protection."

In the elevator. I met Mr. Truong in the apartment next door. Uncle looked at my face. Then quickly looked away. The corners of the lips moved slightly. But in the end still said nothing. I don't intend to explain either. Come to the front door. I enter a new password. The TV in the living room is still on. Luu Que Phuong sat on the sofa. The phone was held tightly in her hand. His face was pale. Tran Kien Quan stood next to the balcony door. The cigarette in my hand was only halfway smoked. Both eyebrows frowned tightly. Obviously... They knew about the bank cards being locked. I just bent down to change my shoes. Luu Que Phuong jumped up.

"Are you finally willing to go home?"

I don't look at her. Go straight towards the bedroom.

"Stop!"

She shouted loudly.

"To Man! What did you do with the cards?"

"I won I bought food but couldn't swipe it!"

"Kien Quan's card can't be used either!"

"Are you..."

"I canceled."

I calmly replied. The legs still don't stop. A sharp intake of breath was heard from behind. As if someone had stepped on a cat's tail.

"What did you say?!"

I walked into the bedroom. Start packing your things. Identity card. Household registration book. Certificate of home ownership. It's all in my safe. Password... Only I know. Driver's license. Copy of business license. Company seal. Each item... One item at a time. Okay, I put it in my suitcase. Tran Kien Quan followed in.

"To Man, what are you doing?"

"Clean what?"

"Where are you going?"

I don't answer. Open the wardrobe. Take a few changes of clothes. Then collect the expensive cosmetics on the dressing table and put them in your bag. His voice rose sharply.

"Can you stop causing trouble?"

"I locked my card, mom scolded me all afternoon!"

"If you're angry, just vent it on me..."

"Put it on you?"

I turned my head to look at him.