Chapter 8 — After the Rain, Nam Son Still Has the Fragrance of Medicine

Co's mother's eyes were averted.

"Who said you Jian family is so poor that you can't even afford twenty-eight thousand yuan?"

Co Nghien Tri closed his eyes, the blue veins on his temples appeared.

“Mom... that's life-saving money.”

“How do I know she will really die?” Co's mother screamed again. "Besides, if she hadn't caused trouble that day during the engagement ceremony, would Nhuoc Lan have been stopped by Tran Thieu? Would she have been so busy? After all, it was her unlucky fate."

I raised my hand. A slap landed directly on Co's mother's face. The loud slapping sound made the whole room silent. No one expected me to act. Co's mother covered her face and screamed after a long time.

“You dare hit me!”

I looked at her.

“This slap... I hit on my mother's behalf.”

Co's mother rushed forward to fight back, but Co Nghien Tri immediately held her tightly.

“Mom, that's enough!”

Co's mother struggled and scolded her.

"Nghien Tri, do you see? Today he dares to hit me, tomorrow he will ride on my head!"

Duong Tue immediately stood in front of me.

"Come here and give it a try. If you just dare to make one more move, tonight the Co family's story will spread throughout Hai Thanh."

Co Nghien Tri's voice was low.

“Everyone, stop arguing.”

He turned to me, his voice hoarse.

"Thanh Thanh, I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If it is really my mother or Nhuoc Lan who harmed her aunt, I will definitely not cover it up."

“How do you plan to investigate?”

Co Nghien Tri was unable to answer for a moment. I speak for him.

“In the end, you will still conclude that they did not do it on purpose.”

"No."

"Just now you also said that Tham Nhuoc Lan did not intentionally put the bracelet in my box."

Co Nghien Tri was completely silent. At that moment, the elevator door opened again. The apartment housekeeper led two security guards out, and behind him was a middle-aged man wearing a suit. As soon as he saw me, the man immediately slowed down his steps and his voice was extremely respectful, making Co Nghien Tri involuntarily frown.

"Miss Gian, the car is waiting downstairs. The boss asked if you want to go to Nam Son first?"

I looked at the middle-aged man.

“I will go to Duong Tue's house tonight.”

He nodded.

“Then I'll tell the driver to follow.”

Mother Co cautiously asked:

“Who are you?”

The man didn't pay any attention to her, just looked at me.

“Let me bring these.”

Co Nghien Tri stared at him.

“Thanh Thanh, who is he?”

I don't answer. The man carefully hugged the jar of ashes, gently as if he were cherishing something extremely precious. Co Nghien Tri suddenly stepped forward to block it.

"Set down."

The man glanced at him.

“Mr. Co, please get out of the way.”

Co Nghien Tri's voice was cold.

"Her mother's affairs don't need outsiders to interfere."

I calmly said:

“He is not an outsider.”

Co Nghien Tri looked at me.

“So who is he?”

The man spoke up.

"I am the person entrusted by Ms. Gian's mother to handle everything before she passed away."

Co's mother smirked.

"A trustee? It sounds like a very noble family. His mother doesn't even have money for emergency care, so where can you get the so-called trust?"

For the first time, the man turned to look at Co's mother.

"Ms. Gian's emergency money is not because Ms. Gian cannot pay."

"It's just that the hospital can't confirm the money has been transferred to the account."

I frowned slightly.

“Uncle Trieu.”

He immediately fell silent. Co Nghien Tri immediately caught the meaning in that sentence.

"What do you mean? Do you... have money?"

I looked at him.

“You're only asking about this now, don't you think it's too late?”

Co's mother burst out laughing as if she had just heard the most ridiculous thing.

"He has money? If he really had money, would he still have to keep his head down and be our unwed daughter-in-law for the past three years? Would his mother still have to stay in a hospital room?"

Duong Tue smiled coldly.

“Because someone is blind.”

Co's mother was about to scold her back when Co Nghien Tri raised his hand to stop her.

"Thanh Thanh, tell me. What is the money at the hospital?"

I hugged the remaining small cardboard box.

“I don't need to know.”

Uncle Trieu grabbed his belongings and entered the elevator. Duong Tue held the door open button and urged me.

"Let's go. Don't let them make you nauseous any more."

Right before I stepped into the elevator, Tham Nhuoc Lan suddenly called.

“Miss Thanh Thanh, I really didn't make that phone call.”

I turned my head. Tham Nhuoc Lan cried so much that her eyes turned red.

"I know you won't believe me. But I'm still pregnant, I can't play with other people's lives."

I looked down at her belly.

“Then you better pray... the caller is really not you.”

The elevator door slowly closed. Co Nghien Tri's face was gradually cut into a thin line by the door crack. He asked the last question.

“Thanh Thanh... what are you hiding from me?”

The elevator door is closed. I don't answer. Duong Tue's car was parked outside the apartment complex. The rain had just stopped, the road surface still shone a cold wet color. Uncle Trieu stood next to another black car, quietly covering me with an umbrella. Duong Tue stuffed the cardboard box into the trunk of the car, still scolding continuously.

"I really regret not rushing into the hotel that day to break Co Nghien Tri's neck. As for his mother's mouth... the fish knife isn't even as sharp."

Uncle Trieu lowered his voice.

"Miss Gian, the spiritual hall in Nam Son has been prepared. The boss is still waiting for you tonight."

I sat in the car.

"Tell grandpa, I'll come over tomorrow."

Uncle Trieu hesitated slightly.

"The boss said that the Co family has started to investigate you. If this continues, I'm afraid they will act first."

Duong Tue turned around.

“Hit what?”

I looked out the window.

"Nothing."

Duong Tue was impatient.