Chapter 7 — Eight Years Divided

Thieu Man looked at him. "After her father passed away, the family did deal with money." "But she never borrowed money from you." Luc Minh Xuyen smiled coldly. "Of course you defend your daughter." Thieu Man was not angry. "So tell me, why does she need money urgently?" Luc Minh Xuyen paused. "Handle the debt her father left behind." Thieu Man's eyes completely cooled down. "Du An's father doesn't have it." debt.” “You don't even know about this and yet you dare to make it up?” Luc Minh Xuyen's expression finally couldn't be maintained anymore. The neighbor's door outside
The hallway opened a crack. Someone poked their head out to look. Luc's mother was impatient. "What are you doing standing out here?" "Let's go inside." I took the key and opened the door. This time, Luc Minh Xuyen did not stop him. As soon as the door opened, I went straight to the office to get the papers. ID card, copy of household registration book, copy of house ownership certificate, computer, hard drive, some insurance contracts. Thieu Man was in the living room watching over the three members of the Luc family. Luc's mother was still scolding. Luc Giai Ky sat on the sofa and shed tears. Luc Minh Xuyen leaned against the cabinet
next to the dining table, without saying a word. I was halfway through packing when the phone suddenly rang. I'm a Korean lawyer. I answered the phone. His voice was more serious than in the afternoon. "Miss Khuong, is it convenient for you to talk now?" I said. "Yes." Lawyer Han said. "I asked someone to do a preliminary inspection of Luc Giai Ky's house." "The deposit was not paid by Luc Minh Xuyen alone." My heart stopped. "Who else?" Lawyer Han paused for a moment. "In the deposit to buy the house, there is an amount of eight hundred thousand yuan, coming from the settlement account.
mortgage loan for their wedding house." I held the phone, slowly turned my head to look at Luc Minh Xuyen. He was also looking at me. At that moment, there was no surprise on his face. Only the fierce look of a person cornered. Lawyer Han continued to speak. "And on the mortgage document is your signature."07 After lawyer Han finished speaking, the living room suddenly became terrifyingly quiet. I held the phone, my fingertips numb. Mortgage of the house eight hundred thousand yuan. My signature
Put together, this is even more absurd than the two million yuan loan agreement. Because the wedding house is in my name and Luc Minh Xuyen's name. Without my consent, the underlying mortgage cannot be executed. I slowly looked at Luc Minh Xuyen. "When did you mortgage the wedding house?" Luc Minh Xuyen did not answer. Luc's mother jumped up first. "Mortgage or no mortgage?" "The house belongs to the couple, how about Minh Xuyen use a little?" Thieu Man coldly looked at her. "Use a little?" "That's it."
Common property, not a shopping card." Luc's mother was still speechless. "After all, it's for the family members." I laughed. "The family members?" "Since when did Luc Giai Ky's house become my family matter?" Luc Giai Ky's face turned pale, her hands tightened on the bag straps. This time she didn't cry. She looked at Luc Minh Xuyen as if waiting for him to give an explanation. But Luc Minh Xuyen just stared at me. "Khuong Du An, Don't pretend to know absolutely nothing." My heart sank. "I'll make it clear." I took it
I took out my phone, opened a photo and held it in front of my face. Pictured is a mortgage loan application. In the applicant section, write my name and Luc Minh Xuyen. The signature is indeed my handwriting. The date is three months ago. I stared at that day, suddenly remembering. That day I was on a business trip somewhere else. 10:00 a.m. appraisal meeting, 4:00 p.m. catch the high-speed train. I'm not in Hai Thanh at all. It's even more impossible to go to the bank to sign mortgage documents. I raised my head to look at him. "I was in Ninh Chau that day." Luc Minh's eyes
Xuyen moved slightly. "I remember wrong." I opened my phone album, looking for photos from three months ago. List of signatures attending the meeting. Photo of high-speed train ticket. Hotel bill. There are also group photos taken by customers in the meeting room. I put the phone in front of him. "Did you remember wrong?" Luc Minh Xuyen's face gradually darkened. Luc's mother still wanted to speak but was stopped by his glare. I turned to the phone connected to lawyer Han. "Lawyer Han, which bank is the mortgage accepting bank?" Lawyer Han said the name of a bank.
row. After listening, my heart became even colder. That bank branch was where a university friend of Luc Minh Xuyen worked. Previously, Luc Minh Xuyen took me to meet that person. His name is Tran Duong, he works as a customer manager. During the meal that day, he joked that it was the most convenient for husband and wife to borrow money, with enough documents to be processed very quickly. At that time I didn't care. Now every word is like a knife coming back and stabbing at me. Lawyer Han said on the phone. “Miss Khuong, don't do it tonight first
Continue to argue with them." "You must preserve all documents well." "Tomorrow morning we will go to the bank to get the documents." "If the signature is not signed directly by you on the spot, the problem will be very serious." I said. "I know." After hanging up, Luc Minh Xuyen suddenly spoke up. "If you make a fuss about this now, it won't benefit anyone."