Chapter 4 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

Han Tranh gritted his teeth.

"Khuong Hoa, don't think that if I call a few people over, I'll be scared."

"You dare to divorce, I will make you not get a penny."

I looked at him.

"I gave up the deposit to buy a house."

"I also pay for the money to renovate and buy furniture."

"After I got married, I transferred all my expenses."

"How are you going to make it impossible for me to get it back?"

Han Tranh's facial muscles twitched slightly. Ma Phuong Cam immediately shouted.

"That's why you volunteered for our house!"

"If you marry, you'll be from the Han family."

"Isn't spending money for the Han family a matter of course?"

I smiled.

"So..."

"Now I am no longer a member of the Han family."

"Give me my money back."

Han Duc Hai slammed on the table.

"Dream!"

The bowl on the table vibrated again. A junior girl standing behind her master couldn't help but frown.

"This family really knows how to rob."

Han Dung turned his head and glared at her.

"Girl, stop meddling."

My sister was about to speak when I raised my hand to stop her. Today I don't need anyone to argue for me. This debt... I want to calculate it myself. I opened my bag and took out a folder of documents. That's the transfer statement I just printed this afternoon. Initially, it was just to compare the missing house repair money. Didn't expect to use it so soon. I put the documents on the dining table.

"House purchase deposit: eight hundred thousand yuan."

"Furniture and household electrical appliances: two hundred and seventy-six thousand yuan."

"Renovation fee: three hundred and ten thousand yuan."

"I don't know how much your monthly salary is on your card."

"But for the past month..."

"Even money to buy food, your mother gets it from me."

Ma Phuong Cam's eyes slightly avoided.

"Who told you to bring it yourself?"

I nodded.

"Before, I volunteered."

"But now..."

"I don't want anymore."

Han Tranh suddenly lowered his voice.

"Khuong Hoa, don't force me."

I raised my head. The alcohol in his eyes had completely disappeared. Only cold gloom remained. That look... I'm so familiar with it. On the stage, crazy losers often show such expressions. The next second... Han Tranh grabbed the fruit knife on the table and rushed straight towards my wrist. Knife light flashed. Outside the door, there was immediately a cry of alarm. Han Tranh's movements of drawing the knife were very fast. But he was too impatient. As soon as the shoulder moves, the wrist follows. In the ring... That's enough of an opening to get knocked out instantly. I don't back down. Leaning to avoid the knife, left hand locked his wrist, right hand supported his elbow. The fruit knife fell to the floor. Han Tranh was in so much pain that his whole body bent down. I still don't let go. His face was less than an inch away from the table.

"Han Tranh."

"This is no longer a quarrel between husband and wife."

"You used a knife."

Sweat poured down Han Tranh's forehead.

"I didn't mean to stab you!"

"I just scared you!"

Master's voice rang out from outside the door.

"No one touches the knife."

The senior brother immediately used a tissue to wrap the handle of the knife, then put it in a clean plastic bag. This time Ma Phuong Cam was really panicked.

"What are you doing?"

"That's my knife!"

I looked at her.

"Your son just used it to threaten me."

"Now it's proof."

Ma Phuong Cam rushed forward to rob him. Right at my feet was the belt Han Tranh dropped. At the time Entering the house, he complained that wearing a belt was cumbersome so he took it off and threw it on the back of the chair. I bent down to pick it up. The belt folded in half in my hand. A crunching sound. Ma Phuong Cam was so scared that he stopped. Han Duc Hai also unconsciously took half a step back. I don't hit them. The end of the belt just hit the tile floor right in front of their toes. Another hour. Ma Phuong Cam shouted and then frantically retreated. Han Duc Hai almost stepped on a piece of broken bowl. I looked at the two of them.

"Didn't you just say..."

"'Hit is love, scolding is love'?"

"Then I'll remind you guys something now."

"From today onwards..."

"Who dares to steal evidence, who dares to lay hands on me..."

"I will use your family's rules to repay the favor."

Ma Phuong Cam's face turned pale. I looked straight at her.

"You should try it."

The air in the living room seemed frozen. While I was speaking, Han Tranh suddenly struggled vigorously. I pulled his wrist back. His shoulder joint made a dull sound. He immediately screamed miserably.

"My arm is broken!"

I immediately let go and stepped back.

"Not broken."

"Just dislocated."

Master frowned and glanced at him.

"I struggled to make it happen like that."

Han Tranh was in so much pain that he knelt down on the ground, sweat dripping down his chin onto the floor. Now he can no longer maintain the appearance of a homeowner. The relatives outside the door began to whisper.

"It's really too much to hold a knife."

"If you hit someone, it's no longer a small matter."

"Normally Han Tranh looks gentle, but who would have thought that he would be like this."

Han Duc Hai couldn't listen anymore, so he turned to the door and shouted loudly.

"Shut up everyone!"

"Who told you to come?"

A middle-aged woman replied in a low voice.

"Didn't Phuong Cam call to tell us to come?"