Chapter 11 — I Was Evicted From Home In The Middle Of The Night, I Rebuilt A Home For My Children

I looked at her for a long time. Under the harsh afternoon sun. Her seven-month belly was both large and heavy. The low sandals revealed slightly swollen ankles. Suddenly I realized. Trieu Tieu Man is actually very young. Not yet twenty-five years old.

“Trieu Tieu Man.”

“You know better than me what kind of person Han Thanh is.”

"You're seven months pregnant and asked his ex-wife that question."

“Don't you find it strange?”

Her lips trembled.

“He once said he would divorce you.”

“Then marry me.”

“He promised.”

“So is he marrying you now?”

Trieu Tieu Man did not answer. I turned around to go into the supermarket. Suddenly her voice rang out from behind.

“He made me take a DNA test.”

I stopped walking.

“Han Thanh told me to take a DNA test.”

“He said his mother requested it.”

“Want to confirm whether the baby is really a descendant of the Han family or not.”

“You haven't done it yet?”

“I just had blood drawn last week.”

“The results are not yet available.”

She raised her head. Both eyes were red.

“I didn't come here to ask you for anything.”

“I just don't know who to tell.”

“Now he doesn't answer anyone's calls.”

“His mother calls and scolds me every day.”

“She said I got Han Thanh involved in a lawsuit.”

I frowned.

“Vuong Tu Lan scolded you?”

“Since the assets were frozen by the court.”

“She calls and curses at me every day.”

"If it weren't for me, Han Thanh wouldn't be in this situation."

I stood in front of the supermarket. The sun shines brightly overhead. Suddenly it all seemed so ridiculous. Trieu Tieu Man. Seduced by Han Thanh and pregnant. Viewed by Vuong Tu Lan as a tool to give birth to a grandson. By the time Han Thanh couldn't take care of it himself. She also became an abandoned pawn.

“I can't help you.”

"I know."

Trieu Tieu Man nodded. Then turned around and left. Walking very slowly. One hand supports the stomach. I went back to the cashier. Niem Niem raised her head to look at me.

“Did you just come to buy things?”

“Just came to the wrong place.”

That evening. I told To Mang everything.

“Han Thanh forced Trieu Tieu Man to take a DNA test?”

“She said it was Vuong Tu Lan's request.”

To Mang was silent for a few seconds. Then burst out laughing.

“Really interesting.”

“Where's the fun?”

“When did Vuong Tu Lan start to have doubts?”

“After assets are frozen?”

“Or after the trial opens?”

"I do not know."

“Trieu Tieu Man did not say.”

“If the DNA results show that the baby is not Han Thanh's child…”

To Mang stopped. The corners of his lips curled up.

“Then this comedy will be even funnier.”

“Do you think the baby isn't his?”

“I don't think anything.”

“But Han Thanh himself also demanded testing.”

“That shows that he has doubts in his heart.”

“Think about it.”

“If there is nothing wrong.”

“Why is he suspicious?”

I don't think anymore. That no longer concerns me. I turned over. Niem Niem slept very well next to him. Mouth slightly open. The sound of snoring was soft and steady. The streetlight outside the window shined in. Shining on the baby's face. She looks a lot like me. Same mouth. Even the small chin is the same. I pulled the blanket up to cover my baby. Then close your eyes. The appeal session was opened two months later. During those two months, my life gradually fell into place. The cashier job at the supermarket is more stable. The boss increased my salary by 200 yuan. From 2,800 yuan up into 3,000 yuan per month. The host's wife sometimes helps me look after Niem Niem for a while. Don't take money. She also raised a child alone so she understands my situation very well. Niem Niem has adapted to kindergarten again. The wound under the chin has healed. Leaves a small scar. If you don't look closely, it's almost unrecognizable. She no longer asks about her father. But sometimes when she draws, she still draws adults twice as tall as herself. I asked my child who he was drawing.

“On the left is mom.”

“On the right is the eldest aunt.”

The image of the father that appeared in the painting before has been replaced by the child. The appeal session took place at the city's Intermediate People's Court. Larger courtroom. The audience was also more than a few people. Han Thanh changed lawyers. No longer lawyer Phuong. This time it was an older lawyer, surnamed Truong. He spoke slowly and deliberately. Lawyer Truong presented new evidence. An income confirmation issued by Han Thanh's company. Attached is a personal asset declaration. The purpose is to prove that Han Thanh has better conditions for raising children. To Mang immediately protested in court.

“This income certificate was issued by the defendant's own company.”

“The defendant is one of the company's shareholders.”

“Is the evidence that proves itself objective enough?”

Lawyer Truong made a new argument. He said that the recordings I submitted at the first instance were secretly recorded. Violate the defendant's right to freedom of communication. To Mang directly presented three reference judgments. The judge took nearly twenty minutes to review the entire document. Then right in court. Reject Han Thanh's request for additional evidence. The judge looked towards Han Thanh. Ask a question:

“Han Thanh.”

"Regarding the fact that the first instance court determined that you forged a signature to carry out real estate title transfer procedures, do you have any comments?"

Han Thanh stood up. Lips moved slightly. He turned to look at lawyer Truong. Lawyer Truong shook his head. Han Thanh bowed his head.