Chapter 19 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

Middle-aged man just saw the police. The first reaction is to quickly close the computer screen. But it was too late. The policeman immediately held the table tightly.

"Don't move."

His arm stopped in mid-air. Sweat on the account manager's face ran down his chin. Lam Van stood at the door. Finally, I could no longer stand and had to lean against the wall. I walked to the front door of the office. Each stack of documents has been laid out. Photocopy of citizen identification card. Photocopy of marriage certificate. The pre-marital property renunciation declaration was falsified. And also a guarantee commitment that I have never seen. In the signature section of each piece of paper... there are two words Khuong Hoa. There are very similar words. Some words are very awkward. There are even a few lines of ink that are still not completely dry. I looked at the middle-aged man.

"The person who just called me..."

"Is that you?"

He did not speak. Lawyer Tham glanced at the computer screen.

"The system login account is yours."

"Landline number to call..."

"Also under this same office."

"For now..."

"Silence no longer has any meaning."

The middle-aged man raised his head to look at Lam Van.

"Didn't you say..."

"Won't the police get involved?"

Lam Van bit her lips tightly.

"How do I know..."

"The Han family has caused so many problems."

I laughed.

"You guys falsified documents."

"In the end, you blame others for messing things up?"

The middle-aged man finally couldn't stand it anymore. He declared. Lam Van had come here before. Say you have a friend who needs to apply for a loan to turn his business around. The house is in the husband's name. But the source of money for a deposit to buy a house is a bit complicated. Just add a statement relinquishing the wife's property rights. Then the loan will be approved more favorably. At first he did not agree. But Lam Van spoke again. The wife has a very soft personality. Agreed a long time ago. Just because I have a family matter tonight, I can't come sign. Han Duc Hai directly brought a declaration of renunciation of pre-marital property. Attached is a photocopy of my citizen identification card. And also fingerprint samples. The customer manager is in charge of completing the documents. And he is responsible for speeding up the appraisal process. Just need me to complete the face verification step. The money will be immediately transferred to the account that Han Tranh specified.

"What if I don't confirm?"

Middle-aged man bowed his head.

"They said..."

"They'll make you confirm."

That sentence... Like a thin blade cutting through my heart. They will definitely make me confirm. With a slap. With all the relatives. With a cut video. By fear of implicating my parents. With each trap prepared in advance. Just tonight I bow my head. They will immediately push me into the debt pit. My mother entered the room. Look at the stack of documents on the table. Her voice was cold to the bone.

"The receiving account that Han Tranh designated..."

"Which account?"

The customer manager reads the account number sequence. Lawyer Tham immediately checked the stored information. Eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"This is not the account Han Tranh usually uses."

I turned to look at Lam Van. Her expression... Said it all.

"Is it your account?"

Lam Van immediately shook her head.

"Not."

Police love Ask the customer manager to open an account registration file. A few minutes later. Information appears. The account owner... is not Lam Van. It is an individual business owned by a distant relative of the Han family. Contact phone number left in profile. Another phone number for Lam Van. I slowly read that series of numbers.

"This is the phone number..."

"Just now was the same number that sent me the photo."

Lam Van was completely silent. Right on the spot. The police proceeded to seal off the entire computer interface. All paper records. Call history. And also surveillance camera images. The person in charge of the transaction point was also called. His face was whiter than the wall behind him. He repeatedly said he would coordinate the investigation. I didn't hear his explanation. My eyes... Stopped only on the red stamp ink cartridge. The day of the wedding. Han Tranh once held my hand. Gently press my fingertips down on the cartridge. He said smiling.

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime promise."

Only today did I understand. What they took away... Wasn't a promise. It's my last line of defense. When we left the trading post. It's almost midnight. The night wind blew across my cheeks. The handprint on his face was still smoldering and burning. My father asked softly.

"Are you tired?"

I shook my head.

"Indefatigable."

But I know. Actually, I'm very tired. It's not that the body is tired. But because I remember the past month. I used to seriously cook every meal for them. Every shirt of Han Tranh was carefully ironed. She once bought Ma Phuong Cam a massage machine that she regretted not having the money to buy. I used to put away all my thorns. Just hoping for a warm home. But... They turned my patience into a weakness. Turn my trust into a knife hilt. Right at that moment. Lawyer Tham received a phone call. His expression suddenly became much more serious.

"Miss Khuong."

"There's still one more thing."

I looked at him.

"You say it."

Lawyer Tham slowly spoke.

"Han Tranh contacted a media account right in the hospital."

"The other party has posted a teaser."

"The title is..."

'Retired female boxer abused her husband during marriage, he dislocated his shoulder and had to be hospitalized.'

My mother's face immediately turned cold. My dad reflexively took out his phone. But lawyer Tham's next sentence... Made us all pause.

"In the teaser..."

"There's also a video."

"But the context of that video..."

"Not tonight."

"It's your last match..."

"Before retiring."