Chapter 5 — After My Roommate Robbed My Dad

My father looked at me for a long time. Finally, he nodded heavily.

“It is indeed Hua Chan Bang's daughter.”

Nine o'clock the next morning. Lawyer Tan arrived on time. He is in his mid-forties, wears gold-framed glasses, and a straight suit, looking extremely sharp and professional. He is my father's personal lawyer. Has handled countless difficult commercial disputes. I give you all the evidence. Includes a notebook Lam Vy wrote herself. My father's transfer history. Chat history between me and her. Same call recording with Trieu Le Hoa yesterday. Lawyer Tan looked very quickly. The expression hardly changed at all. After reading all the documents, he gently pushed his glasses and looked at me.

“Miss Hua, what is your request?”

“I want them to pay.”

“Just paying?”

The corner of lawyer Tan's lips curled up into a meaningful smile. I stopped.

“What do you mean, lawyer?”

“According to Article 266 of the Penal Code…”

“Fraudulent appropriation of property for a particularly large amount of money or with particularly serious circumstances…”

“Can be punished with more than ten years in prison or life imprisonment.”

“One hundred seventy eighty thousand…”

“It's far exceeded the level of 'exceptionally large'.”

“As long as we file criminal charges…”

“Lam Vy will have to spend at least ten years in prison.”

My heart was shocked. I just want justice. Never thought about sending Lam Vy to prison. Lawyer Tan seemed to see through my thoughts.

“Of course, we can also choose to file a civil lawsuit, just to get our money back.”

“This criminal liability card is the most powerful weapon on the negotiating table.”

“Sometimes I want to make the other person obediently obedient…”

“First you have to make them afraid.”

I got it. At that moment— The doorbell rang. Bringing with it the feeling of rushing straight into someone else's house full of defiance. I turned on the doorbell camera to look. Standing outside the gate... It was Trieu Le Hoa. Next to her was a young man with dyed blond hair, a cigarette in his mouth, and an extremely uncomfortable look on his face. Lam Vy's younger brother. A jobless guy who only knows how to ask his sister for money. They've arrived. Faster than I thought. Also more stupid than I thought. Trieu Le Hoa was still frantically ringing the bell, banging on the door as she pressed it, continuously cursing loudly.

“Hua Chan Bang, you damn old thing, open the door for me!”

“I know you're in there!”

“Don't be a turtle!”

“If you don't give my daughter a decent answer today…”

“I won't leave your family alone!”

I turned my head to look at lawyer Tan. He made a very polite "inviting" gesture, with a smile on the corner of his lips as if he was watching a good play. I took a deep breath. Then press the gate open button.

“Let them in.”

The big play… It's time to begin. The large gate opened. Trieu Le Hoa and Lam Dao were like two mad cows, one in front and the other rushing straight into the villa. Trieu Le Hoa wore an old shirt that was faded from washing too many times, her hair was greasy and stuck close to her scalp, and her face deliberately showed a painful and unjust look. As for Lam Dao, he's a street thug. Cigarette in mouth, slanted eyes looking around the luxurious villa, eyes filled with greed and jealousy.

“Where is Hua Chan Bang?!”

“Tell him to get out of here!”

As soon as she entered the door, Trieu Le Hoa raised her voice and screamed loudly. She sat down on the floor, banging her thighs and crying loudly.

“There are no more heavenly principles!”

“Rich people bully poor people here!”

"My daughter suffered so much with him for four years, now she says she's leaving, she still wants to pay off her debt!"

“My daughter is so miserable!”

“I got tricked by that damn old man!”

While crying, she secretly observed my reaction from the corner of her eye. This is clearly her familiar trick. Two riots. In her hometown, perhaps this tactic won't work. But unfortunately— She chose the wrong opponent today. Also chose the wrong stage. I didn't pay any attention to her. Just coldly looked at Lam Dao.

“This is a private house.”

“No smoking.”

Lam Dao paused for a second. Then he directly threw the cigarette on the floor, crushed it hard with his foot, then raised his head and looked at me provocatively.

“Is your house plated with gold? Can't even step on it?

At that moment, my father came down from upstairs. His face was so gloomy that it looked like he was about to cry.

“Throw it out.”

He spoke coldly to the bodyguard next to him.