Chapter 9 — Forty Billion And People Only Ask For A Kitchen

The lawyer said the private property agreement was not enough if it only had my signature.

"You need your husband to sign if you want to be fully bound. But before speaking, prepare all the documents: original ticket, reward receipt, money transfer history, Moc Bep contract and apartment."

I asked what if Minh Khang didn't sign.

"At that time, the property arising during marriage can be considered common property. However, how it is divided depends on the source of money and the agreement between the two people."

I left the office and stood under the trees in front of the gate. Forty billion turns an otherwise normal marriage into a legal test.

I don't want to use the law to doubt my husband. I want laws to protect us from bystanders.

Thao asked me if I was going to tell Minh Khang.

“Yes. But not today.”

“Are you afraid he knows you're rich?”

“I'm afraid he won't think I'm believed.”

“Just because you don't trust his family doesn't mean you don't trust him.”

I know. But Minh Khang is a man who is used to taking on other people's burdens. Just knowing that I have money, you might automatically think that you have to use it to save your sister.

I need you to hear the truth when you're calm enough to say no.

Meanwhile, I expanded Moc Bep Kitchen. An office ordered monthly meals, a preschool asked to provide afternoon meals, and a convenience store offered to order a rice cabinet. I don't get it all. I choose contracts with clear payment terms and do not borrow money for growth.

Ngoc Han started posting insinuating sentences online: "Some people change their lives thanks to luck and then forget the person who helped them." Minh Khang saw it, but didn't send it to me. I know you're trying to protect my feelings in a clumsy way.

“I read it,” he said that night.

“Are you angry?”

“Yes. But I don't want you to answer.”

"Why?"

"Because people without evidence will write more. If I answer one question, they have ten more sentences to tell."

I looked at him and suddenly smiled.

“You learned it.”

“Learn from me.”

That night, I opened my banking app. The amount of money in the account earns nearly 400 million more. I looked at the number, then looked at the man sleeping on the sofa waiting for me to make a report.

Money can grow with interest. Faith does not. It only increases each time a person has the opportunity to take advantage of it but still chooses not to.