Chapter 5 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

Ma Phuong Cam's face was sometimes red and sometimes white. At first she called everyone over to pressure me. Unexpectedly, everyone will now become witnesses. I picked up the phone. Dial the police number. Han Duc Hai's face suddenly changed dramatically.

"Khuong Hoa!"

"Bad things in the house must not be brought out!"

I looked at him.

"The bad things about your family..."

"On what basis did you force me to hide it?"

The phone is quickly connected. I read the address clearly.

"There is domestic violence here."

"Someone threatened with a knife."

"There are recordings and murder weapons at the scene."

"Someone has a dislocated shoulder and needs an ambulance."

Ma Phuong Cam screamed.

"You even called an ambulance?"

"Are you going to put my son in jail?"

I calmly replied.

"Aren't you afraid he'll get hurt?"

"The hospital can cure it."

"And whether he has to go in there or not..."

"Let the police decide."

Han Tranh raised his head to look at me. Fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"Khuong Hoa."

"You are wrong."

"Don't call the police."

"Can we be kind to each other?"

That sentence... Came too late. It's so late that I just feel nauseous. I squatted down and looked straight into his eyes.

"Han Tranh."

"You gave me many chances."

"You criticized me for not having a job after retiring. I didn't explain."

"I told my mother to be straightforward, she told me to endure, I endured."

"You said men need to have dignity when going out, so I put all the medals in the box."

"But you see my patience..."

"It's an excuse for me to hit you."

His lips trembled slightly.

"I... didn't know you knew martial arts."

I laughed.

"So if you don't know martial arts..."

"Are you going to continue to beat me today?"

He couldn't answer. Very soon after that. Downstairs, police sirens sounded. Ma Phuong Cam's legs were soft, she sat down on the sofa. Han Duc Hai stood frozen in place, his fingers shaking. He suddenly turned to Han Dung.

"Tieu Dung..."

"You didn't see anything just now, right?"

Han Dung's face was as gray as ash. Before he could open his mouth, a relative standing outside the door spoke first.

"I saw Han Tranh holding a knife."

Han Duc Hai immediately turned his head. The relative was glared at by him until he cringed. But still continued in a low voice.

"The recording has also been recorded."

Police and medical staff arrived almost at the same time. When Han Tranh was being helped onto the stretcher, he suddenly stared at me.

"Khuong Hoa."

"Then you will regret it."

"If you really push me to the end..."

"I will make your whole family uneasy."

I haven't had time to speak yet. Master took a step forward. His voice was very light.

"Did you just say it again?"

Han Tranh immediately closed his mouth. Medical staff fixed his shoulder and then carried him out on a stretcher. Ma Phuong Cam rushed forward to grab the stretcher.

"Boy!"

"Guys, be gentle!"

"He was beaten like this by that woman!"

A policeman glanced at her.

"Everything will be investigated and clarified."

"Please do not hinder the emergency treatment."

Ma Phuong Cam was about to scream. But as soon as she met her master's eyes, her voice immediately became quieter. Han Duc Hai was asked to stay and report. At first he intended to turn everything into a normal argument. But after listening to the recording, looking at the photos and... knife, the policeman's face immediately became serious.

"Hit someone first."

"Family members also voiced their support."

"Then continued to threaten with the knife."

"You guys better tell the truth."

Han Duc Hai's shoulders immediately sagged. He no longer dared to bang the table and shout. Han Dung stood next to the door, stammering about the mop handle. When it came time for him to take action, he deliberately said that he just wanted to stop her. Senior brother raised his hand.

"The camera outside the door clearly recorded the scene of him entering with an iron handle."

Han Dung's face stiffened.

"But I didn't hit her."

The police took notes.

"Didn't hit..."

"It doesn't mean there's no behavior."

Han Dung's forehead began to sweat. I sat at the dining table, coordinating the taking of testimony. The police asked about the wound on his face. I answered that Han Tranh beat me. Asked why I protested. I replied because he intended to continue to attack. Ask me if I have ever received professional training. I nodded.

"I learned martial arts since I was young."

"All movements are controlled within the scope of self-defense."

"His shoulder joint was dislocated because he tried to struggle after holding the knife."

Master stood next to him and added.

"She used to compete professionally and is also well-trained in safety."

"The injuries at the scene completely matched her testimony."

The policeman looked at me.

"She handled and preserved evidence in a very timely manner."

I didn't reply. Just quietly looked at the dining table in front of him. This afternoon... I was there washing vegetables and cutting meat. Thinking that Han Tranh has been working hard these days, he specially stewed a pot of soup. The soup is now cold. Flowing on the floor, mixed with broken pieces of porcelain. Just like the marriage that for the past month I still thought it was happy. Halfway through the testimony, Han Tranh's phone lit up again. A message appears on the screen. It's the woman who called just now. Mr. Tranh, have you solved the problem yet?