Chapter 6 — After My Mother-in-law Bought Me a 3 Million Yuan Death Insurance Package

"Tham Tu Lan, listen carefully. If you obediently cooperate, everything will be fine. If you still don't know what to do and cause trouble, don't blame me for being impolite. Up and down this village, who wouldn't respect me a little? A daughter-in-law from another place like you, and already divorced, what support do you think you have left?"

Having finished speaking, she pulled Tran Dai Quan away. I stood in front of the yard gate, bare feet stepping on the ground wet with morning dew. She couldn't wait anymore. Appoint a guardian. If this step is successful, my personal freedom will completely fall into her hands. At that point, getting me into an "accident" will be as easy as turning a hand. I went back into the house to get my phone. The finger stopped on Trieu Loi's number for a few seconds. He once told me, if it's not an emergency, don't call directly. I sent a message:

"Today they brought someone from the legal office, wanting to appoint a guardian for me. Things are speeding up."

After sending it, I picked up my apron, tied it, and started kneading the dough. Today I still have to open for business. Even if there isn't a single guest... This door must still be open. The water in the pot boiled. White steam rose, obscuring the morning light outside the window. I slammed the dough onto the counter. Each blow was like hitting Vuong Thuy Hoa straight in the face. That afternoon, a guest finally arrived. She was a woman about thirty years old, with short hair, wearing a gray windbreaker, walking alone.

“Lady, do you have any rice left?”

"Still. What do you want to eat?"

“You just make the best dish here.”

I made her a portion of fish stewed in a cast iron pot, a plate of cold mixed wild vegetables and a bowl of egg soup. She eats very cleanly. After eating, put down your chopsticks and say one sentence:

“The taste is very good.”

“Thank you.”

She paid, added me as a WeChat friend, and said she would bring friends next time. I glanced at her WeChat name. Just two words: This is the only new guest all week. I also don't think much. After closing for the night, Trieu Loi sent a text message. The content has only four words:

“See you in three days.”

I turned off my phone and went to bed early. In the dream, it was all Vuong Thuy Hoa's face. Day nine. Trieu Loi asked me to meet him at a tea shop in town. He was a little thinner than last time. In front of him was a thick stack of printed documents.

“Miss Tham, the situation is more complicated than I thought.”

I sat down, not in a hurry to ask questions. He opened the first page.

“Vuong Thuy Hoa's son, Tran Dai Quan, in October last year secretly obtained from Chu Kien Quoc at the village health station a forged initial diagnosis record without her knowledge.”

"The file stated that she had 'abdominal pain, weight loss, and body fatigue', and requested to be transferred to a higher level hospital for further examination."

I nodded. I had predicted these things before.

"After that, Tran Dai Quan's cousin, Tran Nhi Ho, through a personal relationship, contacted a retired radiologist at the district hospital, using 30,000 yuan to forge a set of X-ray reports and diagnostic papers."

“End-stage liver cancer. Multifocal metastasis.”

“The seal is real, scraped from old prescription sheets and then stamped.”

Trieu Loi turned to the second page.

“After completing this set of fake documents, a week ago Vuong Thuy Hoa officially applied for compensation approval for the public company. I."

“At the same time, they also submitted a photocopy of her ID, a power of attorney with her signature forged, and a copy called 'explanation of the insured's critical condition'."

“I saw that signature.”

I spoke up.

“It wasn't me who wrote it.”

"I know."

“The results of the handwriting assessment are out. The probability that it is not written by the same person is up to 97%.”

Trieu Loi closed the file and looked at me.

“Miss Tham, now the chain of evidence is basically complete.”

“Forging medical records, forging signatures to defraud insurance money, the amount involved is up to 3,000,000 yuan. This is an insurance fraud crime, with a maximum sentence of up to ten years in prison. But…”

“But what?”

“We need the best time to collect the net.”

"If arrested now, Vuong Thuy Hoa can completely defend that she was 'deceived by someone else', then push all responsibility to Tran Nhi Ho or that retired doctor."

“I need proof that she directly admitted that she knew and participated.”

I thought for a moment.

“What kind of proof do you need?”

“It's best if she speaks for herself.”

“It is better to have a recording or a third person to testify.”

I lowered my head to look at the tea leaves floating lazily in the cup.

“I knew there was a chance.”

Trieu Loi did not urge.

“Vuong Thuy Hoa has a bad habit.”

"I like to show off and like to show off."

“As long as the money arrives, she will definitely hold a big party in the village.”

“She lived in poverty all her life, afraid of poverty, unable to secretly become rich.”

Trieu Loi slowly nodded.

"You mean wait until after the insurance money is transferred, when she holds a grand party, then arrest her?"

“No need to wait for money to be in your account.”

"But when she was sure the money was coming, she started preparing for the party and then pulled out the net."

"So her own behavior will become proof that she knows everything completely, there is no way to deny it."