Chapter 6 — Grandma said in a dream that the numbers were lucky, my husband panicked and asked for a divorce

Finally, she couldn't continue pretending anymore. There was anger and trembling in his voice that could not be hidden.

"Hua Tham!"

"Are you determined to dig up all of our family's old stories?"

"Do you have to make this family unhappy to be satisfied?"

Chu Minh Hien was also frantic.

"Permeate!"

"Stop talking!"

"Why can't you say it?"

I looked straight into his eyes.

"That's my dad."

"A hero."

"Why can't we mention it?"

"I'm just curious."

"A hero only breaks his leg after saving someone..."

"In the end, how did you die unexpectedly?"

"More, Mom."

"That year, he clearly won 5,000,000 yuan."

"Why did the whole family have to sell the house and run away at night?"

"Who are you all hiding from?"

"Or are you afraid of something?"

Each of my questions came rushing in like bullets. The next sentence is sharper than the previous one. Trieu Ngoc Lan was so pressured that she continuously backed away. She slammed her hand on the table. She stood up. The trembling finger pointed straight at my face.

"Want to know, right?"

"I tell you!"

"That money!"

"The money ruined our whole family!"

"Don't you dare know even a word!"

She turned sharply to Chu Minh Hien. His eyes were full of madness.

"Divorce it!"

"Divorce immediately!"

"This woman is a disaster!"

"It's a demon that brings bad luck to the Chu family!"

The two words "divorce" were like a bomb exploding in the small, narrow dining room. Chu Minh Hien's face immediately turned from pale to ash.

"Mom! What are you talking about?"

He quickly stood up, trying to calm his mother. But I laughed again. Sitting on the chair, looking at the wild scene before my eyes, I actually laughed out loud.

"Mom, don't be angry."

I slowly stood up and grabbed my bag.

"If you don't want to talk, I won't ask anymore."

"This marriage..."

I turned to look at Chu Minh Hien.

"There will be no divorce."

"Since he hasn't said it himself."

Each word, one by one, fell down. Having finished speaking, I turned around and left. Don't look at the two of them again. Step out of that stuffy house. Let the cold wind blow on your face. Only then did I feel truly alive again. I'm not going home. Find a hotel nearby to rent a room. I need to calm down. Need to reorganize all thoughts. The mother-in-law's last scream was full of anger and threats. But it also accidentally revealed to me the most important clue. That money. What she mentioned was definitely the money her father-in-law transferred to Vuong Phuong. The woman's name is Vuong Phuong. And the other 120,000 yuan. It's the heart of the whole secret. I lay on the hotel bed. Open the phone. Look again at the photo of the transfer receipt. Recipient: Vuong Phuong. Account number: A long series of numbers. Bank to open account: Agricultural Bank, Thanh Nam street branch. Too little information. There are so many people named Vuong Phuong in the world. Where can I find it? I tossed and turned in bed angrily. Wait... Bank opens account... Thanh Nam Street Agricultural Bank. Suddenly I remembered something. Chu Dinh seems to be working in the banking industry. There was a family gathering. After drinking a little too much, she bragged about how wide her network was. Said she had a cousin who was working Middle manager at Thanh Nam Street Agricultural Bank. At that time, I just thought it was drunk bragging. So don't pay attention. But now... Maybe this is an opportunity. I immediately sat up. Impossible. I can't go directly to find Chu Dinh. The relationship between us was not good. She is the little cotton shirt that is the confidant of her mother-in-law. Definitely won't help me. If asked directly. It just makes them more wary. I have to think of a way to make her voluntarily introduce that cousin to me. I opened Chu Dinh's circle of friends. The latest post was yesterday. Nine selfies. The status line reads:

"This month I didn't meet my target again. The bag I like has probably become a dream again. So sad..."

In the photo there is also a picture of a branded bag. Above is added a crying symbol. I know that bag. List price is more than 20,000 yuan. A plan gradually formed in my mind. I opened Chu Dinh's chat box. Type a message.

"Dinh Dinh, are you there?"

Message sent. Like rocks sinking to the bottom of the sea. I guess she's still at her mother-in-law's house. Or denouncing me to Chu Minh Hien. I waited patiently. About half an hour later. She answered with exactly one word. The tone was full of annoyance. I smiled. Keep typing.

"That Dreamer bag I liked last time, is it still in stock?"

The other side was silent. A long time later, a question mark was sent.