Chapter 9 — I'm an Orphan, So Where Did My Mother Come From?

“This is not just Chu Man Man's problem.”

Thieu Minh Vien's face became even more serious.

“We will reform the entire system.”

I put the explanation in my bag.

“Reform is your job.”

“And my complaint will still be sent.”

“Market management agency.”

“Cybersecurity Administration.”

“Education Administration.”

“I won't miss any place.”

Thieu Minh Vien nodded. This time he didn't try to keep me back. Come home. I'm in no hurry to pack my bags. The first thing I did was email the US school's International Student Support Office. I clearly explained that I had just encountered an incident where my identity was faked and my personal information was leaked. The police have now officially launched an investigation. All my financial records are legal and genuine. I have attached: Scanned copy of the original balance confirmation. Receipt of receipt of the police case. Explanatory text from Khai Do Du Hoc. Ten minutes later. The school system sends an automatic response confirming receipt of the email. Next, I texted the landlord, my old boss, and Aunt Quy in turn. I only send one message: If someone claims to be my relative and asks for personal information, please do not reply. Aunt Quy called back very quickly.

“Are you okay?”

“I'm okay.”

“Are you scared?”

I was silent for a few seconds then replied:

“Yes at first.”

It's the truth. When Tuong Hong Mai accurately read my home address and work history. I was really scared in that moment. Not because I believe she is my mother. But because I realized it. Someone is exposing my entire life to the light. Citizen identification number. Family incident. Death certificate of parents. Bank account balance. They all become knives in the hands of others. On the other end of the phone, Aunt Quy sighed softly.

“If your parents were still alive…”

“If they knew there was someone who dared to bully me like that…”

I gently interrupted.

“Stop talking.”

“The case has already been filed.”

“Tomorrow I still have to go to the bank to renew my financial certificate.”

Aunt Quy was silent for a while. Then softened his voice:

“Then you should rest early.”

After hanging up. I turned on the computer. Every document, every recording, every screenshot... I reorganized it from scratch. Stored in chronological order. The folder name is very simple.

"The Jiang Hongmei - Zhou Manman case."

I don't cry. Don't feel sorry either. I just calmly arranged the evidence one by one. Because I understand better than anyone. Dealing with people like them... Emotions don't work. Only evidence has any effect. Early the next morning, Chu Man Man's husband called me. That's a strange number. I picked up the phone. The first sentence the other party said was:

“Miss Hua, I am Chu Man Man's husband.”

I immediately turned on the recording.

“You say it.”

The man's voice sounded very tired.

“Man Man knows she was wrong.”

"My mother is also old, this incident made her very scared."

“Can you be so generous as to let it go?”

I don't answer. He continued:

“Anyway, you won't lose any money.”

“The records have also been retrieved.”

“She is also preparing to go abroad.”

“There's no need to waste time on this.”

“Did Chu Man Man tell you to call and say these words?”

"Not."

“I wanted to ask you myself.”

I'm okay replied calmly:

“Then I'll tell you too.”

“I was almost slandered by your mother in front of everyone for embezzling retirement money.”

“The records of my parents dying on duty were distributed by your wife.”

“My citizen identification card and financial proof were used by people to falsify documents.”

“You guys are still planning to force me to transfer money on the spot.”

“Are those things called no loss?”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then he said again:

“But your parents are no more…”

“Human beings must know how to look forward.”

Hearing this, I burst out laughing. The smile was so cold that even I found it strange.

“Try mentioning my parents one more time.”

“I will submit this recording to the police.”

The man immediately panicked.

“No… that's not what I meant…”

“I didn't mean that…”

I interrupted.

“It doesn't matter what you mean.”

“Don't contact me anymore.”

“Don't let Chiang Hong Mai contact me either.”

“This is the last time.”