Chapter 9 — After Notarizing 5 Houses, I Just Got Married

"Sister To Niem, do you really want a divorce? If you are divorced, what will happen to Luong Luong's marriage? If your family doesn't give you a house, then my family won't agree to get married—"

"Ton Tieu Vu, you marry Tran Luong, your family will find Tran Luong to ask for it, don't look for me."

One afternoon, I received five phone calls and hung up on all of them. I took a screenshot of the entire call history for storage. The folder is getting thicker and thicker. Tham Hac is right, all of this is evidence. Just when I thought everything was going as planned, something went wrong. Monday morning, I was drawing designs at the company. The phone shows a message. As a Wechat account without notes, the avatar is a space.

"Miss To Niem, right? I'm Liu Loi. There's something I want to talk to you about in private. Is it convenient?"

I stared at the screen, my heart skipped a beat. He actively sought me out. It wasn't Tran Hao who told him to come—this I can almost confirm. Because if it was Tran Hao's intention, he would not have used this type of wording.

“About what?”

"About what Mr. Tran Hao entrusted me with. I have a few concerns and want to discuss them directly with you."

I thought for ten seconds. Then send a screenshot of the conversation to Tham Hac. Tham Hac answered immediately: "Meet. The location is decided by you. Remember to bring a tape recorder." At three o'clock that afternoon, I met Liu Lei in a private room of a quiet tea shop in the city center. About 35 years old, wearing a dark gray suit, at first glance he looked exactly like a decent businessman. But in the first sentence of sitting down, his true nature was revealed.

“Miss To, let me make my stance clear first—I don't want to get stuck in this mud anymore.”

“Tell me more clearly.”

"Tran Hao found me and asked me to help him turn the 380,000 yuan loan through the app into a joint debt after marriage. The specific way to do it was to fake an investment contract, proving that this amount of money was used by her and her husband to invest in a project."

“What happens after that?”

"Then when they divorced, she had to bear half of this debt, about 190,000 yuan. Plus the mental damage compensation he requested—he also wanted her to give him a house."

“Which apartment does he want?”

“Your luxury apartment.”

From start to finish, it's still that apartment.

“How much benefit did he give you?”

"Hundreds of thousands. But now he can't even get it out, so he says he'll have to wait until he wins the case to pay."

“So you don't want to do it anymore because you're afraid you won't get the money.”

Liu Lei burst out laughing.

"Miss To is very straightforward. Yes, not getting the money is part of it. The other part—"

He stopped for a moment.

“Today I looked up your background, and discovered a real estate property in the name of Cam Hoa Group whose registrant is you.”

My heart beat half a beat faster.

"I work in this profession, and my information is very sharp. To Nha Cam, Chairman of Cam Hoa Group, is your biological aunt. Miss To, let me be frank—your assets far exceed those five houses."

"So I feel like I can't help Tran Hao in this matter. Helping him means offending you, offending you is offending the Cam Hoa Group. I work as a baiter, living on relationships, I don't deserve to cut off my own life for 100,000 yuan."

“What if I don't have this support? You already helped him huh?”

He didn't answer. But the answer is too clear. This is exactly what people like Liu Lei are like—bullying the weak, flattering the strong, sending gold by sight. I turned on the recording on my phone and played back the conversation for him to listen to for five seconds. His face immediately changed color.

“Miss To, this…”

“Mr. Liu Lei, I recorded the entire conversation today. He proactively declared Tran Hao's fake plan. This recording could protect him, but it could also destroy him. The specific usage depends on your level of cooperation next.”

His eyebrows frowned tightly, but quickly relaxed.

“How do you want me to cooperate?”

“Very simple. Go back and tell Tran Hao that everything is ready and ask him to come pick it up."

“And then what?”

“And then there was no more after that. You only need to do one thing—after he gets hold of that fake contract, send me a text message. You don't need to worry about other things."

He thought for a moment.

“Okay. But I have one condition.”

“After you're done, delete this recording.”

“It depends on your performance.”