Chapter 2 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

The people standing outside the door were stunned. Perhaps they were mentally prepared to see me kneel down and beg for forgiveness. But I was not prepared to see Han Tranh lying face down on the ground. Ma Phuong Cam was the first to recover and immediately rushed forward to slap his thigh.

"Everyone, please watch!"

"Khuong Hoa hit someone!"

"I've only been married to this house for a month and yet you dare to pin your husband to the ground!"

When I raised my head, Han Tranh tried to escape. I bent my knees slightly. He immediately let out a groan.

"Don't move."

The living room became even more silent. The person holding the mop handle is named Han Dung, Han Tranh's cousin. In the Han family, his words have always carried a lot of weight. At the last wedding, he patted me on the shoulder and told me that after marriage, women must be obedient, otherwise men will lose face. At that time, I just held a cup of tea, bowed my head and smiled. He thought it was because I was scared. Han Dung strongly pushed the mop handle against the floor.

"Khuong Hoa, let go."

I didn't move.

"You put the handle down first."

Han Dung smirked.

"You still dare to give me conditions?"

Ma Phuong Cam quickly hid behind him.

"Tieu Dung, quickly deal with it!"

"It's crazy!"

"It was going to kill people!"

Han Tranh lay on the ground, gritting his teeth and screaming.

"You! Deal with it!"

I looked at Han Tranh.

"Are you sure?"

The bottom of his eyes trembled slightly. But Han Dung had already entered the house.

"It is impossible for a woman to be uneducated."

"Today I will replace Han Tranh to teach you the rules."

As he spoke, he raised the tree handle high. I let go of Han Tranh and took a step back. The tree handle missed and hit the edge of the dining table hard. The plate of food fell to the ground and broke. Han Dung had not yet had time to withdraw his hand. I grabbed the end of the handle and yanked it towards me. His steps immediately staggered. I lifted my knee and pushed hard into the inside of his elbow. The tree handle slipped from his hand. I took advantage of the situation and pushed it back. The steel bar fell to the ground and rolled to Han Duc Hai's feet. Han Dung hugged his arm, his face pale. I don't continue to act. Just pulled my phone out of my apron pocket. The screen is still bright. The recording is still running. The crying on Ma Phuong Cam's face immediately stopped. The corner of Han Duc Hai's eye twitched. I put the phone on the dining table.

"From the moment Han Tranh entered the house, until everyone talked about family rules..."

"I recorded it all."

"Do you want to turn it on and listen together?"

Han Dung's mouth opened. But couldn't say a word. The relatives standing outside the door began to quietly retreat. Ma Phuong Cam immediately screamed.

"Are you still recording?"

"You had a plan from before!"

I looked at her.

"Your son hit me... was it my plan?"

"Or is the statement 'it's normal for a daughter-in-law to be beaten a few times' something I taught you?"

Ma Phuong Cam choked. Han Duc Hai's face was solemn.

"What's the point of recording things at home?"

"If it spreads out, what face will the Han family have?"

I laughed.

"When you guys hit people..."

"Why don't you think about face?"

"Do you remember now?"

Han Tranh grabbed the table leg and struggled to stand up. His forehead was covered in sweat. But his eyes gradually became fierce.

"Khuong Hoa, don't be too harsh."

"I am your husband."

"You dare release that recording, I won't leave you alone."

I looked at him.

"When you slapped me..."

"Do you remember that you are my husband?"

His lips were soft dynamic. But couldn't answer. Seeing that no one spoke up, Han Dung lost even more face.

"What about recording?"

"You put Han Tranh in such a state. If you really call the police, you won't be able to escape."

I opened the photo album. Flip to the photos you just took. On my face was an extremely clear red hand print. On the ground was a pile of food that Han Tranh had just spit out. In the recording is the voice of Ma Phuong Cam.

"It's okay to hit a few times."

"Our house has such rules."

I turned the screen towards them.

"Do you want to try it?"

Han Dung's face immediately changed. Ma Phuong Cam even tried to rush over and steal the phone. I looked up at her.

"Just put your hand over here."

"I'll call the police and say you stole evidence."

Her hand stopped in mid-air. Han Duc Hai immediately pulled her back.

"Don't cause trouble!"

Those two words are not spoken to me. But talk to her. They're scared. Don't be afraid of me. It's because they're afraid that outsiders will see the true face of the Han family behind this door. I saved the recording. Then upload to the cloud. Han Tranh saw my movements and his facial muscles twitched.

"Who did you send it to?"

I put my phone away.

"For people who should know."

Ma Phuong Cam's voice trembled.

"Who is... who?"

I don't answer. At that moment, Han Tranh's phone placed on the sofa suddenly rang. The screen faces up. Displays a phone number whose name is not saved. As soon as he saw that series of numbers, Han Tranh's face immediately turned pale. I walked over and picked up the phone. Han Tranh rushed forward in panic.

"Don't listen!"

I pressed the speakerphone. On the other end of the line came a woman's voice.

"Brother Tranh, didn't you say that after you teach that woman to be obedient tonight, you will come and live with me?"

The living room was silent. The woman's voice on the other end of the line continued to ring.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Or is your wife crying again?"

"A soft dumpling like her, just threaten her with a few words and she'll be good."

I looked at Han Tranh. His face turned from white to red, then from pale red to blue. Ma Phuong Cam's first reaction was not to scold his son. Instead, he rushed over and tried to steal the phone. I leaned away to avoid it. The phone is still on speakerphone. The woman on the other side smiled slightly.

"Brother Tranh, didn't your mother tell you?"

"Wait until she can't give birth to a child, then kick her out."

"Remember to transfer the name of the house to me first, don't let her bargain."

Han Duc Hai's face also stiffened. The relatives stood outside the door looking at each other. Han Dung quietly hid his injured arm behind his back, not saying another word. I held up the phone.

"Go on."

The other end of the line finally fell silent. Two seconds later, the woman asked cautiously.

"Who... are you?"

I calmly replied.

"Han Tranh's legal wife."

The other person's breathing immediately became disordered. Han Tranh rushed forward.

"Khuong Hoa, give me back my phone!"

I raised my hand to block him right in front of his chest. He was pushed back two steps by me. Not strong. But enough loss of face. Ma Phuong Cam impatiently stomped his feet.

"Just a misunderstanding!"

"Definitely colleagues!"

I turned to look at her.

"If my colleagues say I can't have children, then they'll send me away?"

Ma Phuong Cam still tried to argue.

"Young people talk without moderation."

"Don't make such a big deal out of something small."