Chapter 3 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

I opened the call recording.

"Then say that sentence again."

She immediately fell silent. Han Tranh looked at me, his eyes had changed. The aggression just now disappeared. Instead it looks calculated.

"Khuong Hoa, let's talk."

I laughed.

"Now that you know you want to talk?"

He lowered his voice.

"Don't make a fuss in front of so many people."

"I was drunk so I acted, it was my fault."

"As for what happened during the call... I can also explain."

I looked at him.

"Explain."

Han Tranh immediately choked up. He didn't expect me to actually force myself to explain. Han Duc Hai spoke in a deep voice.

"Khuong Hoa, husband and wife live together, everyone clashes from time to time."

"When men go out to socialize, sometimes it's just for show."

"If you are determined to destroy this house, what benefit will you gain?"

I looked at him.

"The biggest benefit to me..."

"I don't have to see you guys anymore."

Han Duc Hai's face immediately darkened. I picked up my bag.

"From now on, I won't cook, wash, or serve anyone in this house anymore."

"The recording of Han Tranh hitting me, the recording of the phone call, I kept them all."

"I also keep the deposit transfer receipt for buying a house."

"Who dares to touch me..."

"I'll call the police."

Ma Phuong Cam suddenly sat down on the ground and cried loudly.

"Oh my god!"

"The daughter-in-law wants to force her mother-in-law to death!"

"Our Han family has brought back our ancestors!"

She cried very well. It's like I've played this scene countless times. Before, every time she cried, Han Tranh told me to give in. I also used to hold back. But now, I just quietly look at her.

"Cry a little louder, please."

"The door is still open."

"Neighbors up and down all heard it."

"By the way, let everyone listen..."

"What exactly are your house rules?"

Ma Phuong Cam's cry immediately became quieter. An aunt standing outside the door spoke softly.

"This... Han Tranh is really wrong."

The person next to her immediately pulled her back.

"Just say a few words."

When Han Tranh heard it, his face became even more ugly. He walked in front of me, lowering his voice very low.

"Khuong Hoa, what do you want?"

I only replied with two words. Those two words just ended. The faces of all the Han family members changed. Ma Phuong Cam jumped up from the ground.

"Impossible!"

"Is it a divorce if you want a divorce?"

"How is the bride price calculated?"

"How is the money for the wedding calculated?"

"What is the face of our Han family?"

I looked at her.

"The bank card containing the bride price money I brought back, I have never touched a single penny."

"She took all the money for the wedding."

"As for your family's reputation..."

"It was all gone just now."

Han Dung finally couldn't bear it.

"Khuong Hoa, a woman like you, where can you go after a divorce?"

I turned to look at him.

"What does it have to do with you?"

He immediately became speechless. At that moment, my phone rang again. This time it's my phone. The screen displays two words. I looked at the screen, my fingers paused a bit. Han Tranh also saw it. He frowned.

"What other master do you have?"

I didn't pay attention to him and picked up the phone directly. On the other end of the line came a familiar male voice.

"Tieu Hoa, I saw the camera in front of the door."

"Are you hurt?"

Everyone Everyone in the living room simultaneously looked towards me. I turned on the speakerphone.

"Getting slapped in the face."

The other end of the line was silent for exactly one second.

"I'll be here in ten minutes."

Han Duc Hai smirked.

"Still calling someone over?"

"I also want to see..."

"Which big person can you call?"

Ten minutes later. Downstairs, the sound of car brakes was heard. Immediately after that, the sound of footsteps echoed up the stairs. Not one person. Which is a lot of people. Han Dung walked to the door and looked out. His face turned pale little by little. He turned his head, his voice dry.

"Out in the hallway..."

"It's all people wearing team uniforms."

The footsteps in the hallway stopped right in front of the door. The first person to appear was my master. He wore a black uniform, the zipper had not yet been pulled up, and his hair was more than half white. But he still stood straight like a pine tree. Behind him, more than a dozen people stopped walking at the same time. There's my old teammate. There are instructors currently teaching at the dojo. There were also a few junior girls who just rushed over from the practice room. When they saw the handprint on my face, everyone's eyes turned cold. Master did not enter the house. He looked at the messy room first, then looked at Han Tranh, the person I had just knocked down.

"Who took action?"

The living room was silent. Just now, Han Dung was still holding the mop handle, but now he was hiding close to the wall as if afraid of being called. Ma Phuong Cam's eyes rolled around and immediately cried.

"You are her teacher, right?"

"You help us judge."

"Our house was peaceful and healthy, but suddenly it got crazy and started hitting people."

"Look at my son, he's turned into this."

Master did not look at her. He just looked at me.

"Tieu Hoa, tell me."

I gave him the phone.

"Audio recordings, photos, call recordings... are all in here."

Master took it and played the first recording. Han Tranh's drawling voice rang out from the phone.

"This salty, are you planning to kill me?"

Immediately followed by a slapping sound. Then came Ma Phuong Cam's voice.

"How about a few hits?"

"Our house has such rules."

The faces of everyone in the living room became more and more unsightly. The relatives standing outside the door also fell silent. Just now they could have pretended not to know. Now every sentence and every word feels like a slap in their face. Teacher stopped the recording. He raised his eyes to look at Han Tranh.

"You hit?"

Han Tranh held the edge of the dining table, still trying to keep his mouth shut.

"Just a husband and wife arguing."

"She beat me up like this, everyone heard it."

Master nodded.

"So you struck first, and she only defended herself."

"Is there a problem?"

Han Tranh's face stiffened. Han Duc Hai's voice was low.

"Are people who learn martial arts allowed to arbitrarily hit people?"

Master turned to look at him.

"On the first day of teaching martial arts, I taught her not to bully ordinary people."

"But I also taught him..."

"If someone raises their hand to hit you, you absolutely must not stand still and let him hit you a second time."

Han Duc Hai choked. Ma Phuong Cam suddenly sat down on the ground. As she banged her hands on the floor, she screamed and cried.

"There is no more royal law!"

"Outsiders came to our house to bully us!"

"The daughter-in-law brought someone back to beat her husband's family!"

The eldest brother in the sect standing behind his master took a step forward.

"Auntie, whatever you say, you must have proof."

Ma Phuong Cam pointed straight at his face.

"You guys pulled a bunch of people to block the door. Don't you want to scare us to death?"

I walked over and opened the door wide.

"The door is open."

"You can come out now."

"Or call the police."

Ma Phuong Cam's crying immediately stopped. She did not dare to report to the police. Han Tranh did not dare. Because of the woman who called just now, he still can't explain. I put his phone on the table.

"Han Tranh, let's continue talking."