Chapter 3 — Husband Gifted 8 Million Yuan Villa to Thanh Mai, I Recovered All Assets

"Don't argue in front of the children."

I stood up, walked to Dau Dau's door, and knocked softly twice.

"Dau Dau, put on your headphones and continue doing your homework."

A very small response echoed from inside. I returned to the dining table. Ha Tranh's face became more and more ugly.

"Khuong Thu Y, you are becoming more and more unreasonable now."

I calmly folded up each page that was thrown out.

"After signing, come tomorrow to pick up the divorce papers."

He stared at me.

"You think I don't dare sign?"

I looked straight at him. Those two words... Like a needle. What Ha Tranh hates most is being provoked by others. He grabbed the fountain pen and flipped straight to the last page.

"Khuong Thu Y."

"Don't let yourself regret it later."

I pushed the copy of ID towards him.

"Me too."

He smiled coldly.

"After the divorce, don't come back crying and ask me to remarry."

I didn't reply. He bowed his head and signed. The stroke of the pen was so strong that... The last stroke cut a hole through the entire paper. I picked up the agreement. Check signature. Fingerprints. Date. Ha Tranh looked at me. In his eyes... For the first time, a trace of insecurity appeared.

"You... also prepared fingerprint ink?"

I closed the cartridge again. His face changed slightly. At that moment, the phone rang. The screen displays three words: Lam Niem So. By reflex, Ha Tranh glanced at me. I put the agreement in my file bag.

"Pick up the phone."

He didn't listen. The bell just rang... It rang again. I raised my glass of wine and gently touched his glass.

"I wish you two..."

"Having a new life is so happy."

Little by little... Ha Tranh's face turned pale. Until now. Finally... He understood. I'm not joking. The next morning, before I woke up, Ha Tranh was already sitting in the living room. He wore a dark gray suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his tie was neatly tied. Anyone who didn't know would have thought he was going to attend some signing ceremony. As soon as I walked out of the room, he looked up at me.

"Do you really want to go?"

I put the file bag in my bag. He stared at my bag.

"Let me review the agreement."

"I saw it last night."

"I haven't looked carefully."

"That's your job."

Ha Tranh's face darkened.

"Khuong Thu Y, after all, we are husband and wife for a while, do you have to talk about it so completely?"

I stopped walking.

"When you bought the villa for Lam Niem So, did you ever think about husband and wife for a while?"

His lips moved slightly, but in the end he still said nothing. Phuong Mai's phone call came, Ha Tranh picked up. Her voice on the phone was very loud.

"A Tranh, your sister said you two want a divorce?"

"What did Khuong Thu Y do to me again?"

"She's a woman and has a child with her. Where can she go if she leaves the child?"

I stood at the mysterious entrance to change shoes. Ha Tranh looked at me, lowered his voice and said:

"Mom, it's okay."

Phuong Mai is still scolding.

"Don't spoil it."

"Women can't give too much face."

"Just let him calm down, he will definitely come back and beg you."

I finished putting on my shoes and opened the door. Ha Tranh quickly hung up the phone.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard it."

He frowned.

"My mother was originally like that, don't take it to heart."

I looked at him.

"Don't worry. Whatever she says from now on will no longer have anything to do with me."

Ha Tranh was stunned. I went downstairs before. In the elevator there were only me and him. He wanted to open his mouth several times, but in the end he only said one sentence:

"Thu Y, I still have time to withdraw my application now."

I looked at my reflection on the elevator door. His face was very calm, his eyes were also very alert.

"I didn't come to withdraw my application."

The Civil Affairs Department is not crowded today. When the staff at the counter checked the documents, Ha Tranh was still standing next to me, looking like he was waiting for me to change my mind. He's so familiar with the old me. I will give him a step to walk down, will find a reason for him, will bow my head every time he frowns. But not today. The staff asked me:

"Do both parties confirm that they voluntarily divorce?"

"Confirm."

The staff member looked at Ha Tranh again. Ha Tranh's throat moved slightly. He looked at me, I also looked at him, the surroundings were strangely quiet. Suddenly he laughed.

"Confirm."

There was a bit of sulking in that smile, but also some certainty. He thought that as soon as I got the divorce papers, I would start to panic. He thinks that divorce is just a trick I use to force him to bow his head. The seal was stamped, two red books were pushed in front of us. I picked up the book that belonged to me, but Ha Tranh still didn't move. The employee reminded him:

"Sir, your papers."

Only then did he extend his hand. The moment his fingertips touched the notebook, the expression on his face changed, as if someone had taken away the board he had always stepped on under his feet. I put the divorce certificate in my pocket and turned around to go out. Ha Tranh also followed. The sunlight outside the door is very bright. He stood on the steps, holding the divorce papers and looked at it for a long time. Forty minutes. He stood motionless. I didn't wait for him, just stood on the side of the road to call a car. Finally, Ha Tranh also chased after him, his voice hoarse.

"Khuong Thu Y, did you really do it?"

I looked at him.

"The certificate is in your hand."

He grabbed my wrist.

"Divorce agreements don't count."

"Last night I intentionally provoked you."

"Those conditions, I cannot accept."

I bowed my head and looked at his hand.

"Let go."

He didn't let go. I raised my eyes.

"Ha Tranh, there is a camera here."

His hands stiffened. I withdrew my hand. His voice was very low.

"What do you want anyway?"

"It's all written very clearly in the agreement."

"Children, house, deposit."

"And every penny you spent on Lam Niem So."

Ha Tranh's face turned pale.

"You are not allowed to touch that house."

I laughed. He gritted his teeth.

"That's what I promised her."

I looked at him. This sentence is even clearer than the number 8,000,000 yuan. I took out my phone and opened the recording. Last night's Ha Tranh's voice rang out from the speakers.

"It's not easy for Niem So to be alone in this city."

"I only helped her stabilize temporarily."

Then my voice:

"Temporary stabilization equal to 8,000,000 yuan?"

Ha Tranh reached out to grab the phone, but I took a step back.

"Don't move."

His face was unsightly.

"Are you recording?"

"Yes. From the moment I walked in the door."

In Ha Tranh's eyes, panic appeared for the first time. The phone rang again, this time it was his phone. He glanced briefly then picked up the phone. The other person didn't know what he said, his face quickly darkened.

"What does it mean when an account is required to preserve assets?"

I stood next to it, not coming up language. He suddenly looked towards me. Behind me, a black car stopped. Tan Tri Vien stepped out of the car, holding a document bag in his hand. He walked up to Ha Tranh, his tone calm.

"Mr. Ha, I am the lawyer representing Ms. Khuong."

"From now on, issues related to property, child custody and the lakeside villa, please discuss with me directly."