Chapter 10 — Bringing Children to Find a Husband

"This is a document explaining the situation issued by the project management board." "Phung Le Na used her identity as a long-term cousin staying in the staff dormitory, Tuong Minh Loi signed the guarantee." Tuong Minh Loi turned his head sharply. "Doan Man, why are you meddling in the matter?" Doan Man kept a cold face. "My meddling is a violation of regulations." "It's also an eyesore that you pushed your wife and children to this step." The police admitted. Get documents. Phung Le Na's face was completely pale. At this moment, a car stopped in front of the school gate. The car door opened and two people in uniform got out. A person holding a file asked. "Who is Ha Xuan Hoa?" "We received a complaint about the mortgage contract in your name having signs of unusual signatures, we need your cooperation in verifying." Before I could answer, Ma Thuy Anh suddenly rushed forward and hugged that person's leg. "No investigation!" "Nothing should happen to that house!" This scream of hers meant drawing everyone's eyes towards Tuong Minh Loi.10I followed. The staff went to the real estate registration center. The police also went along. Tuong Minh Loi didn't want to go. But the employee said a sentence asking the person to cooperate, he could only get in the car with a black face. Ma Thuy Anh tried to follow but was stopped by the police. She stood on the side of the road, frantically stomping her feet, constantly calling me a comet. I didn't look back. Tieu Chu and Duong Duong were temporarily taken back to the office by their homeroom teacher. My parents had also rushed up from the countryside, on their way to school. The car is very quiet. Tuong Minh Loi sat across from me, his head bowed, his fingers constantly rubbing the seam of his pants. I looked at him like this and suddenly remembered the first year of our marriage. He also knows stress. That was the first time he came to my house. Before he introduced himself to my parents, his hands were sweaty and he secretly asked me how I should address him. I used to think it was gentleness and simplicity. Later I learned that just because a person looks honest, doesn't mean his heart is pure. Arriving at the registration center, the staff took out the mortgage documents. When the copy of the contract was placed in front of me, I just glanced at it and my stomach did somersaults. In the signature section, write the three words Ha Xuan Hoa. The handwriting is very similar to mine. But the last stroke is not correct. More importantly, the authorization paper also has my fingerprints. I stared at that red fingerprint, chills running down my spine. The staff asked: "Is this signed by you personally?" I replied: "No." "Did you go to the scene to do the procedure?" "No." "Did you authorize anyone to do it for you?" "No." The employee's expression darkened. The police asked to seal the documents. Tuong Minh Loi finally spoke up. "Xuan Hoa, the signature was something I asked someone to sign for me." "The fingerprint was used to fake the fingerprint sample I left when I made the loan application before." "I admit it." "But I really didn't intend to harm you." I looked at him, my mind frozen. "You took my ID card." "I asked someone to imitate my handwriting." "Fake my fingerprints." "I mortgaged the family's only house." "If that doesn't mean harming me, what do you call it?" His eyes were red. "At that time, I had no choice." "Le Na said I needed to register for household registration, I had to buy a house to be stable." "She cried every day, following me, she had no name or status." "I think I should just rotate the capital first, then slowly pay it back." I closed my eyes. It turned out that thirty-five thousand was actually given to her. The employee asked: "Is it possible to provide somewhere for the loan money to flow?" Chiang Minh Loi was silent. The police looked at him. "You better report honestly." He gritted his teeth

After a while, she mumbled: "It was transferred to Phung Le Na." "The twenty thousand was used to pay the deposit for her house in the district." "The rest she said she spent on repairing the house and raising the children." My fingers gradually tightened. I thought I no longer felt pain. But when I heard this sentence, I still felt like someone had cut out a piece of meat from my chest. My two children and I worked hard to maintain that house. Duong Duong couldn't even bear to buy a pair of sneakers that fit his feet. He took our house and bought it for another woman. The staff asked Chiang Minh Loi to sign a situation report. The police also took away related documents and said they would continue to investigate and verify according to law. When I walked out of the registration center, the sunlight was so bright it was blinding. Tuong Minh Loi followed me, his voice hoarse. "Xuan Hoa, you have told me everything." "You withdraw the application." "I will pay the loan." "The house will not be lost." I stopped walking. "What do you use to pay?" "What is your monthly salary?" He was silent. I continued: "If you don't say anything, I will investigate myself." "Salary statement, loan statement, transfer statement." "I will also apply for preservation of the house you bought for Phung Le Na." Tuong Minh Loi suddenly raised his head.