Chapter 7 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

The police are sealing all evidence. Every message... Is more valuable than her crying. My father walked over to the table. See stack of transfer statements. He picked it up and looked at each sheet. When he reached the page recording the deposit to buy a house, his fingertips suddenly stopped.

"Eight hundred thousand yuan."

He raised his head to look at me.

"Is it the money from selling my apartment?"

I nodded. My father closed his eyes. I know... You don't regret money. He only regretted that I had destroyed my own retreat. In the past, when I said I wanted to get married, he objected. He said Han Tranh's eyes were too crooked and his tongue was too sweet, not the type of person who could live a stable life. At that time I just thought... He couldn't bear to marry his daughter. Now I understand. Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it becomes. Seeing my father silent, Han Duc Hai thought he understood the reason.

"The money is voluntarily spent."

"The wedding house is also for husband and wife to live together."

"It's not appropriate for you to bring up the old story now."

My father looked up at him.

"Where is the house book?"

Han Duc Hai's expression stiffened in the blink of an eye. My heart suddenly sank. I immediately looked towards the drawer where Han Tranh still kept his papers. That drawer is usually locked. Han Tranh once said that there were all company documents inside and told me not to touch them. I walked over and tried pulling. I turned my head to look at Han Duc Hai.

"Key."

He avoided my eyes.

"I don't have a key."

My mother took a step forward.

"No key..."

"Then let the police handle it."

Han Duc Hai's forehead was immediately covered with sweat. At that moment, Ma Phuong Cam suddenly screamed.

"The house book was originally supposed to be kept by our family!"

"When a woman gets married, sooner or later she has to fall in love with her husband's family."

"Why are you still thinking about your mother's house?"

I looked at her.

"On the house book..."

"Write down whose name?"

Her mouth opened and then closed again. At that time, I was busy preparing for the wedding and renovating the house. Han Tranh said let him take care of the procedures. He said it would be troublesome to add two people to the book, just write his name first, then add mine later. The so-called "later" is just a trap. My father suddenly kicked the leg of the tea table hard. The table did not turn over. But Han Duc Hai was so scared that his shoulders curled up. The police immediately turned to look. My father took a deep breath.

"I will restrain myself."

My mother is even calmer than him. She looked at me.

"Do you still have your ID card and household registration book?"

I stopped. Citizen identification card is still there. But a copy of the household registration book... Han Tranh once borrowed it. He said the unit needed to carry out procedures to register relatives. Seeing the look on my face, my mother immediately understood.

"Khuong Hoa."

"Check your credit history immediately."

"Right now."

I took out my phone. The finger just opened to the search page. Suddenly a very soft noise rang out in the bedroom. Like... Someone just touched the cabinet door. Everyone looked over simultaneously. Senior brother reacted the fastest. He took a few steps to the bedroom door. Push the door open. The window is open. The curtains by the window were still moving. And the red jewelry box that was originally placed on the bedside table... Disappeared. Ma Phuong Cam's face immediately turned pale. My mother stared at her.

"What's in that box?"

I looked at the empty space on the top of the cabinet.

"Bank card to receive bride price."

"And my bank cards before I got married."

Outside the bedroom window is a connecting emergency exit between two buildings. Those who have lived in this area for a long time know that from that hallway you can go to the next block. On the day of their marriage, Han Tranh smiled and said that this house had very good ventilation. Only now do I understand... The more open a place is, the more convenient it is for people to pass through. The police immediately sent people down to search. The few brothers who accompanied their master did not act on their own initiative, just stood in front of the door waiting for the results. My mother entered the bedroom and opened the wardrobe and nightstand one by one. Her movements were very fast, but absolutely did not disturb the scene. She just checked to see if there were any signs of ransacking. My certificate is still there. The medal is still available. The old competition uniform is also still available. Only the jewelry box containing the bank card... Disappeared. Ma Phuong Cam stood in the living room, his eyes constantly shifting back and forth. I walked in front of her. She still welcomes her.

"What do I know?"

"If your things aren't stored carefully, why are you running to ask me?"

I looked straight into her eyes.

"This afternoon I saw that box with my own eyes."

"Your house is calling a bunch of people over tonight."

"The main door is blocked, the living room is crowded..."

"And yet the bedroom window is open."

"You think I would believe..."

"Did the wind blow it away?"

Ma Phuong Cam's lips trembled slightly. Han Duc Hai immediately interjected.

"Don't be slanderous."

"Who knows, maybe you hid it yourself."