Chapter 6 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

I looked at that message and didn't touch it. the policeman asked.

"Is this the person involved?"

"It may be related to adultery during marriage and the transfer of assets."

Han Duc Hai immediately panicked.

"That has nothing to do with the case!"

I raised my head to look at him.

"How do you know it's unrelated?"

"It was she who just said on the phone, telling Han Tranh to transfer the title to the house to her."

Han Duc Hai's lips pursed tightly. The police recorded it all.

"Temporarily do not delete any information in the phone."

Han Tranh was not present. Ma Phuong Cam was completely confused. She rummaged around on the sofa, suddenly picked up her phone and ran straight towards the bathroom. The sharp-eyed lower class girl shouted.

"She was going to delete something!"

The police immediately shouted.

"Stop!"

Ma Phuong Cam was startled. The phone fell to the ground. The screen is not locked. Just in time to open a family chat group. The group's name is Han family affairs. The latest message was from Ma Phuong Cam sent half an hour ago. Everyone come quickly, tonight Khuong Hoa refused to listen, come and help Han Tranh confront him. Scroll up... There are a few other lines. Fight it to make it less stubborn first. Wait until she gets pregnant and she'll be fine soon. He sold the small apartment, so he probably still has money left. Think of a way to get it all out. The entire living room fell into complete silence. I looked at those words. My stomach suddenly felt cold. Their cruelty never started tonight. From the day I stepped into this house... They started calculating. Charge my money. Calculate my patience. Calculate how long it will take to break me, turn me into someone who doesn't dare say the word "no". Ma Phuong Cam rushed forward to pick up the phone. But the police were one step faster.

"This phone also needs to be sealed for investigation purposes."

Ma Phuong Cam's legs were soft.

"I was just joking!"

"Can you believe what's happening in the group chat?"

I stood up.

"When you guys hit me..."

"Does it look like a joke at all?"

Han Duc Hai suddenly glared at me.

"Khuong Hoa."

"Don't pressure people too much."

"If you make it this far..."

"From now on, no one will dare to marry you."

I suddenly burst out laughing.

"Han Duc Hai."

"Until now..."

"Do you still think I can't live without your son?"

I walked into the bedroom. Open the suitcase placed on the top floor of the wardrobe. Inside was not jewelry or dowry as Han Tranh thought. It's a row of medals. Several books of certificates. Same old competition uniform. I hugged them all out. Place it right under the living room lights. The metal medals collided with each other, emitting a clear jingling sound. The entire Han family was dumbfounded. At that moment... My phone rang. The person calling is mother. I just picked up the phone. Her voice was cold to the bone.

"Tieu Hoa."

"I received a screenshot of the chat in the Han family group."

"Your father just arrived downstairs."

My mother's phone hasn't been hung up yet. In the hallway, footsteps were heard again. Much heavier. When my father walked in, he was still holding the car keys in his hand. As soon as he saw the red handprint on my face, his eyes immediately cooled down. My mother walked right behind. She didn't cry. From childhood to adulthood, Mrs which very rarely sheds tears. She just walked in front of me and gently touched my cheek.

"Does it hurt?"

I shook my head.

"It doesn't hurt."

She looked at me, her voice strangely calm.

"No pain is good."

"And this debt..."

"Just take it slow."

Han Duc Hai still wants to act like a superior.

"It's good that the in-laws are here."

"It's normal for a young couple to live together and have a few arguments, but Khuong Hoa insisted on reporting to the police."

My father looked at him.

"Arguing..."

"Are you arguing so much that you have hand prints on your face?"

Han Duc Hai immediately choked up. Ma Phuong Cam quickly interjected.

"It's no big deal."

"Look at my son, he's still in the hospital now."

"If a woman acts so evilly, who can stand it in the future?"

My mother turned to look at her.

"When your son raised his hand to hit my daughter..."

"Did he ever think she could handle it?"

Ma Phuong Cam pouted, ready to cry again. My mother directly took out the phone.

"If you want to cry, just cry."

"But think carefully before that."

"Screenshot of the chat in your home group..."

"I saved it all."

"You dare to complain one more time..."

"I will send it all to your agency and all relatives groups."

Ma Phuong Cam's cries immediately choked up. Han Duc Hai's face also changed.

"Why do you have a chat in the group?"

My father laughed coldly.

"Not anyone in the Han family..."

"I also want to lose face with you guys."

Several relatives standing outside the door bowed their heads in unison. Ma Phuong Cam turned around to look at them. No one spoke up. But that... It's no longer important.