Chapter 8 — After Reporting Card Blocking, Husband's Whole Family Went Crazy

After Ly Hao's mother left, the cold air in the cafe seemed to become more and more bitter. I sat still, slowly digesting her last sentence. Resident group. For the Truong family - a family that considers dignity more important than human life - this is no different from a public execution. I can almost imagine the devastated look on my mother-in-law's face when she found out about this. It's just the beginning. As soon as I walked out of the bar, the phone rang. It's Truong Vi. His voice was hoarse and tired, mixed with a rare hint of pleading.

"Tieu Van... where are you? Let's meet and talk."

“If you have anything, we can talk over the phone.”

I don't want to see that face anymore.

“We definitely have to meet.”

His voice was very determined.

“I was at the park on our first date.”

“If you don't come, I will wait here forever.”

Having finished speaking, he hung up the phone. I was silent for a few seconds. Finally decided to go. There are a few words... I really should say them clearly one last time. When I arrived at the park, Truong Wei was sitting on an old bench next to the lake. He bowed his head, his whole body engulfed in gray shadow. Just overnight… He seemed to have aged ten years. Hearing footsteps, he raised his head to look at me. His eyes were complicated and chaotic.

“Tieu Van…”

“What's wrong?”

I stood nearly three meters away from him, maintaining the same cold distance as with a stranger.

“Did… did you really call the police?”

There was still the last bit of hope in his voice. Truong Vi closed his eyes. His face showed clear pain.

“Why must it come to this?”

“I think I should be asking you that question.”

I looked at him with cold eyes.

“Zhang Wei.”

“It's my mother.”

“You forced me to this point.”

“I know!”

“I know my mother is wrong!”

He was suddenly agitated.

“I scolded her!”

“You also know it's wrong!”

“She agrees to apologize to me!”

“Sorry my parents!”

“Even kneeling before my little brother!”

“Let's sell the house!”

“Take out all your savings!”

“First collect more than one million yuan to pay me!”

“The remaining amount… can we slowly pay it back?”

“Tieu Van…”

“I beg you.”

“After all, we are husband and wife.”

“I can't really watch your mother go to jail…”

He spoke very sincerely. Sounds like he's actually thinking for me. But I just find it funny. I smiled faintly.

"Truong Vi, the house we are living in, the deposit was paid by my parents."

“On the red book, both names are written.”

“If you say you can sell it, you can sell it?”

“What about your savings?”

“The salary card is submitted to my mother every month.”

“Do you really have any savings left?”

“Apologize, kneel down?”

“If apologizing helps…”

“So what do we need the police for?”

Every sentence I say feels like a cold knife. Peel away every layer of falsehood on him. Truong Vi's face became more and more ugly. He can't act at all anymore.

“Tran Van!”

“What do you want?!”

He screamed, his face distorted with ferocity.

“Are you sure you have to die and the net is torn?!”

“What good will it do me to send your mother to jail?!”

“Will your brother's illness go away on its own?!”

“I tell you!”

“If you dare let my mother go to jail…”

“That money, I won't pay you even a penny!”

“Let's just slowly sue!”

“I want to see if your brother's life can wait…”

“Or the next court ruling faster!”

The knife is also exposed.