Chapter 7 — After My Husband Slagged Me To Please My Mother, I Cleaned The Whole House

He instinctively... Takes half a step back. That moment. I just find it ridiculous. When he raised his hand to hit me... Why didn't he back away?

"Tran Kien Quan."

My voice was very calm.

"I asked you a question."

"You should ask."

"This morning, when my mother told me..."

'Hit one more.'

"What was going through your mind at that time?"

He opened his mouth. Can't say a word.

"I think..."

'I shouldn't beat my wife.'

Or think...

'If you hit too lightly, mom won't be satisfied?'

His face immediately turned red.

"I... I didn't mean to..."

"It's my mother..."

"See."

I zipped up the suitcase.

"My first reaction..."

"Still my mother."

He stood frozen in place. Right at that moment. Outside the living room, Liu Que Phuong's screams rang out.

"To Man! Come here for me!"

"Do you think locking cards is terrible?"

"Without you, this house wouldn't be able to live, surely?"

I pulled my suitcase and walked out of the bedroom. Just passed the living room. Liu Que Phuong stopped right in front of the door. Both hands on hips. The expression on her face... It was completely different from the victor's smile in the morning. It was anger... Mixed with panic. Like prey about to slip out of my hands.

"What are you going to do?"

I stopped walking. Look straight at her. This is the first time... During my three years as a bride. I actually faced her. Don't avoid it. Uncompromising. Don't take a step back.

"Liu Que Phuong."

I don't call her mother anymore. Her eyes wavered slightly.

"This house."

"The deposit of 350,000 yuan was my savings before getting married."

"Monthly installment 7,800 yuan."

"From the first period until today..."

"All are deducted directly from my salary account."

"On the certificate of ownership..."

"There's only one name."

"Myself."

She opened her mouth. Want to say something.

"And the car."

"I bought it out before I got married."

"Vehicle registration certificate..."

"Also bears my name."

"My company."

"The legal representative is me."

"The registered capital is mine."

"I built it for four years."

"Your son is just in his name."

"Never paid a day of social insurance."

"Never signed a contract."

"Last month, I used company funds to buy her a massage chair."

"6,800 yuan."

The whole living room... Silence for three seconds. Luu Que Phuong's lips trembled.

"You... don't think there are a few dirty coins..."

"I have one last thing to say."

I interrupted her. His voice remained calm, not rising even a little bit.

"Every month she tells Tran Kien Quan to transfer 5,000 yuan from my account to Tran Tieu Yen."

"A year and a half."

"A total of 90,000 yuan."

"There's 20,000 yuan left for you."

"Transfer 15,000 yuan to your younger brother."

"Plus all kinds of other miscellaneous items..."

"The total is 167,000 yuan."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about..."

"I have printed all my bank statements."

"Transfer time."

"Receiver."

"Account by account."

"It's all clear and unmissable."

Luu Que Phuong did not speak anymore. Her mouth was still open. Not a single sound can be emitted. I pulled the suitcase. Go towards the door. She was still standing there. But the body... Unconsciously moved aside. I took a look at her.

"This morning you said..."

'A woman who doesn't hit doesn't know how to obey.'

Her whole body stiffened.

"Today..."

"I'll show you."

"No need to fight..."

"Still there is can make a person..."

"Blank-handed."

I pulled the door. Step out. Right behind. Luu Que Phuong's shrill scream rang out.

"Jianjun!"

"Are you just going to stand there and look at it?"

"Quickly stop it!"

"If he leaves, what will this house do?"

Tran Kien Quan's voice was hoarse. It's so quiet that it's choking.

"Mom... don't scream anymore..."

"What do I do if I don't scream?"

"Useless thing!"

"If you hadn't listened to me and beat him this morning, would he have gone to this extent..."

"...That's not right!"

"It's because it's too cruel!"

"It has it all planned out!"

I entered the elevator. The elevator door closed. The screams from behind... Also stopped. The hallway immediately became quiet. The elevator slowly went down. I put the suitcase in the trunk. Sit in the driver's seat. Start the car. Still not shaking. From nine thirty in the morning I was beaten... Until four thirty in the afternoon. It's just been seven hours. Household registration book. Certificate of home ownership. Company seal. Bank card. All supplementary cards. Source of goods. Separated from Tran Kien Quan. Police report form. Petition for divorce. Safety protection order. What needs to be done... I've done it all. From today. That family... No longer has one penny to do with me. I drove out of the basement. Join the traffic on the road. Afternoon in the city.