Chapter 2 — House 5 Million Yuan, Selling for 50 Thousand? I Sue My Husband's Family

The mother-in-law stood next to her, smiling brightly as if she were watching a play.

“Dai Dung, be gentle, after all, we are all family.”

Ly My My also laughed.

“Mom, look at her, her face looks like she lost her father.”

I said nothing. Just standing there… looking at each of them one by one. The mother-in-law held up the contract again.

"Thien Thien, don't blame mom. Mom also wants this house. My My doesn't have a house, leaving it empty is a waste. 50,000 yuan is not much, renting a house is enough for me to live for several years."

“Mom, this house is 5,000,000 yuan.”

“How about 5,000,000 yuan?”

She glared.

"When you got married, did my family ask for a bride price? Now you still refuse to give in even for a house? Do you still know how to be reasonable?"

Ly My My immediately chimed in.

“That's right, sister-in-law, don't be so selfish.”

Trieu Dai Dung clenched his fists.

"Why talk so much? Don't go, right? Let me help!"

He took my suitcase and threw it straight into the hallway. The suitcase broke in half, clothes scattered everywhere. He pointed toward the elevator. I looked at him. Then looked at her mother-in-law. Then looked at Ly My My. Mother-in-law is still smiling.

"Thien Thien, don't blame me for being cruel. I'm just doing it for my grandchild. My grandchild is about to enter elementary school, and if he doesn't have a house, he can't enter the household registration. Your house is just in the right school district, so what about giving it to My My? After you have a child, I'll take care of it too."

I didn't reply. Just bend down and pick up your clothes. One by one, stuff them into the cracked suitcase. Ly My My stood at the door urging her.

“Hurry up, don't waste time, I'm still closed!”

I pulled my suitcase and walked to the front of the elevator. Press the button down. The mother-in-law chased after her, still holding the contract.

"Thien Thien, don't make a big deal out of it! The contract clearly states your name, going anywhere is useless!"

I turned back to look at her.

“That's not my signature.”

“If not, then who signed?”

She laughed.

“Should I sign?”

I don't answer. The elevator door opened. I pulled my suitcase and walked in. Just as the door was about to close, she added another sentence.

"Oh right, My My has cleaned up all the things in your room. Don't come back to look for them anymore."

The elevator door closed. I looked at myself in the mirror. Red eyes... but no crying. Take a deep breath. Take out your phone and text a friend who works in building management.

"Mr. Vuong, help me extract the camera from the hallway in front of my house. The last three days."

The other party immediately responded with a question mark. I type one more line.

"Someone took over my house. I need proof."

He only answered with one word: The elevator stopped on the first floor. I pulled my cracked suitcase and walked out of the building. Instinctively, I raised my head and looked up. Eighth floor… my house. The light is on. The curtains have been changed and are no longer the set I chose. It's pink. Ly My My's favorite color. I smiled softly. You guys... don't regret it. I took a taxi to another place, which was a smaller apartment of less than forty square meters that my parents bought for me before marriage, under my own name, and had never lived in before, only used it as storage. The key is still there, open the door and step in, the dust is so thick that every step seems to stir up a layer of old memories. I opened the safe, inside were all my trump cards, things that they couldn't touch no matter how greedy they were. I keep everything not because of nostalgia, but because I always know that one day I will need it. The first is a house purchase contract worth 5,000,000 yuan, full payment before marriage, clear date, each clause. transparent without any loopholes. Attached is the original transfer history of my parents, each cash flow is fully recorded, no one can deny it. Second is the certificate of ownership, the red book is in my hand, the homeowner's name is clearly written: Tong Thien Thien, private ownership without dispute. This notebook alone is enough to destroy all their dirty tricks. Third is a photo I just took in the hallway, when my mother-in-law was proudly holding up the contract as if she had won. On it, the three forged letters of my name appeared clearly, each stroke of the pen so wrong that with just a glance I could tell it was fake. My handwriting is slanted to the right, while the lettering on the contract is slanted to the left, even the thickness is different. The fingerprint is even more funny, my finger is big, while the other one is small, clearly it's the index finger, not the thumb. Wednesday was a new message on my phone, my friend who works in the building management sent me three surveillance videos exactly as I requested. I opened it and each frame seemed to be recounting their entire antics. The first part is three days ago, the mother-in-law brought her brother-in-law, Trieu Dai Dung, and the moving team into the building as if it were empty. The second part, when they moved in, the mother-in-law had the key in her hand, which was the spare key I kept in the drawer. In the third part, after finishing cleaning, she locked the door and casually put the key in her pocket as if it were hers. The chain of evidence is closed, not a single link is missing. I put down the phone, reopened the house purchase contract, each page flipping through seemed to take me back to five years ago, when everything was very simple. At that time, I had only been working for two years. My parents were afraid that renting a house wouldn't be safe, so they gathered their savings and borrowed a little more to buy this house outright for me. My name is clearly written, it is private property before marriage, not related to anyone else. Later, when I met Ly Hao Nhien and got married, I moved into his house, and the house remained abandoned. The mother-in-law never forgot, she mentioned this house many times with eyes full of calculation and greed. She said it was a waste to let it go for free, offered to rent it out, then wanted her brother-in-law to move in. I refused, at that time I thought everything was over, but unexpectedly she was just waiting for the opportunity. Waiting for me to go away, waiting for me to lose my guard, then single-handedly taking over everything. I put the contract back in the safe, picked up the red book and looked at it one more time. The book was small but heavier than anything in this room. It's in my hands, so what am I afraid of anymore? I opened my phone, zoomed in on the picture of the fake contract, looked closely at each handwriting and burst out laughing. This handwriting, at a glance, I knew it belonged to my mother-in-law. She once asked me to write down a sample of my name for her to see. She remembered her appearance but could not learn her charisma, each stroke trembled like a student learning to write. Stupidity is sometimes the clearest evidence. I saved the photo, continued to cut out a few important frames from the surveillance video, every moment was preserved without missing a beat. My mother-in-law opened the door with the key, Trieu Dai Dung moved my things, my brother-in-law changed the curtains... everything was clear. I turned off the phone, leaned back on the sofa, the ceiling was a little wet, the corner of the wall was moldy but I didn't have the heart to worry. I only have one thing on my mind, the next step how to go. Report it to the police immediately. No, that's too easy for them. I want them to panic, reveal their vulnerabilities, put their necks in the noose, and then I will strike. I have never been someone who is easily bullied, not before, not now. At that moment, the phone rang, it was Ly Hao Nhien calling. I picked up the phone and his voice sounded familiar.

“Wife, are you home yet?”

“My mother said I sold the house to my sister, is that true?”

I smiled softly.

“What do you think?”

“I don't think it's possible, but he's very certain and says there's a contract.”

“Do you believe it?”

“I don't believe it.”

“That's enough.”