Chapter 7 — He Said The Marriage Certificate Was Fake, I Almost Laughed Out Loud

"Currently, his side is saying that the documents are not fake, they were just spoken in anger."

"But according to our investigation, there is absolutely no marriage registration record of the two people in the civil system."

“In other words —”

“There is no legal marital relationship between the two of you.”

I held the phone and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass door.

"I know."

“What will be done next?”

"According to the judicial process, we will continue to investigate the origin of the documents. If it is confirmed that Phuong Dat Chu participated in forgery, the case will be transferred to the prosecutor's office."

"Thank you."

I hung up. In the civil service system there are no records. That means, no matter how Phuong Dat Chu changes his tone now... Legally, we are just two strangers with no relation to each other. All contact between me and him — Completely cut off. 350,000,000 yuan — Completely clean. The phone rang again. This time it's Luc Van Trung.

"On Le! Phuong Dat Chu is crazy!"

“Just now he asked his lawyer to contact him, saying —”

She took a deep breath, her voice filled with unbelievable anger.

"He said you spent a lot of money from him in the past ten years and asked you to repay it."

"How much?"

“He said… 500,000 yuan.”

I paused a bit. Then burst out laughing. 500,000 yuan? He asked me to pay 500,000 yuan?

“Wen Le, don't be angry —”

“I'm not angry.”

“I'm laughing.”

“… It's true that you're smiling.”

Luc Van Trung's voice also softened a bit.

“What do you think?”

“Pay him.”

“Pay him.” I repeat again. “500,000 yuan, pay.”

“On Le, you —”

“Van Trung.”

I leaned against the glass window, looking at the lights outside the city.

“The thing I don't lack the most right now... is money.”

“It's only 500,000 yuan.”

“Consider it alms to beggars.”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then there was Luc Van Trung's soft laugh.

“You really are the best.”

“Then I will answer the other side's lawyer that my client agrees to refund 500,000 yuan.”

She paused, her voice suddenly cold.

“I will also counter-claim.”

"Using the reason of compensation for labor during the time of living together, request Phuong Dat Chu to pay the value of ten years of Wen Le's housework."

“Calculated at 8,000 yuan a month, ten years is —”

“960,000 yuan.”

“Both capital and profit, plus mental loss, rounded up —”

“2,000,000 yuan.”

“He asked you for 500,000 yuan, you asked him for 2,000,000 yuan.”

“The remaining 1,500,000 yuan… consider it as interest for ten years of deception.”

I laughed.

“Just do that.”

As soon as the news of the counter-accusation reached Phuong Dat Chu's ears, he immediately went crazy. Luc Van Trung forwarded the verbatim response from his lawyer to me —

"Mr. Phuong believes that Ms. On's request is extremely unreasonable. During the time they lived together, Ms. On was entitled to housing and living expenses provided by Mr. Phuong. The so-called 'compensation for housework' is completely unjustifiable."

"Mr. Phuong reserves the right to pursue responsibility for Ms. On's defamation and cyber violence."

I put down the phone. Cyber violence? The video is his own words. What does the person who spread the video have to do with me?

“He's scared.” Luc Van Trung leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. "Online opinion has caused a mess for his company. I heard that some partners already starting to hesitate.”

“What does his company do?”

“Small and medium scale construction materials. Annual revenue is about thirty or forty million yuan.”

Thirty or forty million. Previously, I used to think that was a number that was too far away to reach. But looking back now... I don't even have the odd number in my account.

“Does he still contact you?” Luc Van Trung asked.

“Call every day. I don't listen.”

“Did you find your place?”

“I don't know where I am.”

"Very good." She nodded. “Oh right, one more thing —”

“There is a problem at Lieu Man Ninh.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“What's the problem?”

"If she's pregnant, I'll ask someone to investigate."