Chapter 8 — At Cu Meet Sai Lang

“Of this amount of money, a part was transferred to Luc Thua Khang on the same day.” “The purpose was recorded as loading games, paying off debt, and spending at bars.” The hospital room was terrifyingly quiet. I suddenly remembered the last few months of my term. I carried my pregnant belly and stood in the kitchen until my legs were swollen. Ma Cai Ying sat on the sofa, biting melon seeds, telling the Luc family how expensive it was to raise children, telling me not to waste money. At that time, I couldn't even buy a nursing nightgown. Yet Luc Thua Khang took my money to drink. My father suddenly coughed. I quickly supported him. "Dad, don't get excited." My dad pressed his hand on his ribs, his face turned white in pain. "It's not excitement." "But I hate it." "I hate you for not taking me home sooner." I grabbed his hand. "It's not too late, dad." Trinh Nghien said. "This money can be used as evidence of abnormal cash flows in common assets after marriage to sue." "If there is any, it's not too late." can prove that the other party has malicious intent to transfer or disperse, which will be very beneficial for you." I asked. "What do you need to do?" "Summarize all chat history, transfer screenshots, voice recordings." "Especially the reasons Luc Thua An used as an excuse to ask you for money." I immediately took out my old phone. That's the phone I used before I got pregnant. Because the memory capacity is small, I later threw it away in my bag and didn't use it anymore. When turned on, the screen freezes for a long time. The moment I logged into the messaging app, I saw a text message Luc Thua An sent two years ago. "Wife, my father's medical fee is still 8 thousand short, please lend it to me first." There was also a voice message from Ma Cai Anh below. I clicked to listen. Her voice came from the phone. "Tri Y, a married woman has to take care of her husband's family." "Money is kept too tightly, men will feel discouraged." My mother angrily put the apple peeler on the table. "They really have no shame!" I continued scrolling down. The more I scrolled, the colder I felt. One account after another. Over and over again. Finally, I scrolled to the message on the day I became a six month old man. Ma Cai Ying texted a sentence. "I brought the health insurance application this afternoon, just sign it, don't ask any random questions." Followed by a photo. In the upper right corner of the stack of papers in the photo, half a line of text is exposed. Certificate of capital contribution to rebuild residential land. I stared at that half line of text, my heart skipped a beat. Trinh Nghien also saw it. His eyes became extremely deep. "This photo is enough to make them lose sleep."10Trinh Nghien saved that photo separately into three copies. A copy is saved on your computer. One copy is sent to the police officer in charge of the case. And one more copy, along with the entire chat history and transfer statement, is printed. I sat on a bench in the hospital hallway, watching each sheet of paper being spit out by the printer. Each piece of paper, like a piece of skin peeled off from my three-year marriage. Luc Thua An said his father's medical fee was still 8 thousand short. The next day, those eight thousand were transferred to Luc Thua Khang to pay off high-interest loans online. Ma Cai Ying said we need to buy medicine at home. That night, Luc Thua Khang spent three thousand six at the bar. Luc Ve Dan said rebuilding on residential land requires collecting documents. I vomited so much that my face turned pale, so I signed the confirmation form that they hid inside. My mother looked at those papers, her eyes red. "Tri Y, why didn't you tell your parents back then?" I bowed my head. "I was afraid that my parents would worry." My father lay on the hospital bed, his voice hoarse. "I was afraid that my parents would worry, but they weren't afraid that I would suffer." This sentence was like a needle piercing my heart. Before, I always thought that in marriage we had to be understanding

each other. But the Luc family never sympathized with me. They only pushed forward every time I gave in a step. Trinh Nghien arranged the documents neatly and put them in a folder. "This afternoon I will take you to submit additional documents." "In addition, I advise you to apply for a personal safety protection order." I paused for a moment. "Is it necessary?" Trinh Nghien looked at me. "Last night the Luc family went to the hospital to fight for the baby." "When he left, Luc Thua An also made threats." "Now the land issue and Luc Thua Khang's story are both hanging in the balance." suspended, no one is sure what their next step will be." I nodded. "Let's apply." I no longer bet on their conscience. Because they inherently don't have one. In the afternoon, we went to the police station. I extracted the entire history of the old phone. When he saw the sentence "I brought the health insurance application this afternoon, just sign it, don't ask random questions", the police officer frowned tightly. "We will verify this part." "If it is determined that there is an act of fraudulently obtaining a signature, a separate record will be prepared." I asked. "So can that document be canceled?" Trinh Nghien answered for me. "As long as it proves that the signing process is dishonest, the registration agency will not acknowledged.” The police officer nodded. “The village has temporarily stopped the registration.”