Chapter 7 — Behind the 50cm Wall Is a Secret

"Okay." I slowly spoke up.

The voice is not loud, but clear.

“I can let you in to check.”

Aunt Ly immediately smiled proudly.

“But—I also have a condition.”

My eyes scanned everyone.

“Before opening the door, I will call the police.”

“I will report that someone intentionally destroyed my house and colluded with others to slander me.”

“Only when the police arrive, make a report, and have a third party witness—will you be allowed in.”

As soon as my words ended, the atmosphere immediately changed. The aggression on Aunt Ly's face froze into surprise. The workers looked at each other and stopped. Tieu Truong gasped. Report to the police. Those two words were like a bucket of cold water poured down on everyone's heads. In their perception, this is just a neighbor dispute. But when there are police—the nature is completely different.

“W… report to the police?”

Aunt Ly's voice began to tremble, her momentum weakened.

“Your house has a water leak, what did you report to the police?!”

“Because I don't believe this is a normal water leak.”

My eyes are sharp as knives.

“I suspect there is someone behind orchestrating this.”

“The purpose—is to force me.”

“Forcing me to remove the legal soundproof wall in the bedroom.”

My voice isn't loud, but in the quiet hallway, every word is clear. I'm not pointing out names. But I know—some people will feel guilty.

“What... are you talking nonsense!”

Aunt Ly's eyes began to avoid.

"Who has free time to do that! Don't slander!"

“Whether it is slander or not, the police will investigate clearly.”

I took the phone, preparing to call.

“Auntie, let me remind you something.”

“If you slander others, you must also be held responsible according to the law.”

“If it is finally proven that the water did not come from my house, but was created by someone intentionally—”

"The person who coordinates the play... can't stand outside."

Aunt Ly's face immediately turned pale. Her lips trembled, unable to say a word. The workers behind also took a step back, clearly wanting to distance themselves from this matter. They just came to repair, no one wants to be caught up in such a complicated plot. Tieu Truong's head was covered in sweat.

“Miss Chu, Miss Chu, what's the matter slowly say... don't... don't make a big deal out of it.”

I smiled coldly.

“From the moment the house opposite installed four air conditioner heaters on my wall—it was no longer a small matter.”

“Since someone used such dirty tricks to force me—it can no longer end well.”

“Today, I will definitely call the police.”

“I want everyone to see clearly—what the truth really is.”

“I also want to know—who gave you all the courage to collude and oppress a woman who lives alone and just wants to protect her legal rights.”

My words fell, each word solid. No one could say a word. Aunt Ly's psychological barrier, under my pressure, had almost collapsed. She didn't dare look at me, her eyes were chaotic. Like a child making a mistake, waiting to be judged. At that moment— A person appeared. Vuong Chan. I don't know when he came down, standing on the stairs, looking at us with a gloomy face. As soon as she saw him, Aunt Ly felt like she had found a lifeline, but also like she had encountered a death sentence. The expression immediately became distorted. Vuong Chan quickly stepped forward, blocking between me and her. He looked at me, his eyes both angry and scared.

“Chu Vu, what do you want to do?”

“You definitely have to go to this extent Star?"

“My brother has already apologized to you!”

I looked at him and laughed.

“So today… is a play directed by your good brother—Wang Lei—?”

Vuong Chan's face twitched slightly. Don't admit it. But don't deny it either. His silence—was the answer.

“Okay. Very good."

I nodded.

"Since the owner appears, it's even better to call the police to judge."

“Let the police hear—how you two have planned to deal with me.”

After saying that, I didn't hesitate anymore and pressed call.

“Hello, is it 110?”

“I want to report the crime.”

The phone is connected. Vuong Chan's face—the moment he heard my voice—immediately changed. White as ash. The police arrived faster than I thought. Perhaps because I mentioned “sabotage” and “slander”—the nature is no longer simple. Two policemen stepped out of the elevator, looked at the confrontation in the hallway, and frowned.

“Who reports the case? What is up?"

“Officer, it's me.”

I stepped forward and calmly narrated the entire incident. From Vuong Chan installing air conditioning. As for me installing soundproof walls. The next time Vuong Loi came to apply pressure. And finally—today's "water leak drama".