Chapter 13 — Married 8 days, I bought a house in my own name

I turned the phone face down and continued the meeting. After the meeting, while walking in the hallway, assistant Tieu Trinh walked next to me, lowering his voice:

“Miss Thieu Hoa, there is someone looking for you at the front desk.”

"Say... relatives from the husband's family."

“No appointment.”

I paused for a few seconds then went down to the reception. The person standing there is not Hua Dai Thanh. Nor is it Phuong Tu Tran. It's a woman over fifty years old. Dress very neatly. But the eyes looking at me were filled with undisguised scrutiny. I've never met her.

“Are you Thieu Hoa?”

As soon as she saw me, she spoke up.

“I am Hua Dai Thanh's older sister.”

“You can just call me Aunt Hua.”

I took her into the next reception room and poured her a glass of water.

“What is Aunt Hua looking for you for?”

I get straight to the point.

“Nothing.”

She sat down, her hands on the table.

“Just wanted to see this sister-in-law for a bit.”

“Let's see what kind of person he is.”

“Now you see it.”

I calmly looked at her.

“Is there anything you want to say?”

She evaluated me from top to bottom before saying:

“I heard Dai Thanh say something happened at your house recently.”

“Are you alone outside right now?”

“Young people who are married should not be like that.”

She sighed.

“A family must live together to call it home.”

I looked straight at her.

"The story about the wedding house not having my name on the red book... do you know?"

She paused for a moment and then replied:

“Dai Thanh has its own thoughts.”

“I know.”

I nodded.

“But I want to ask directly.”

“I came here today…”

“Did you want to come yourself or did someone ask you to come?”

She was clearly surprised by the question. Maybe I didn't think I would be so direct.

“Dai Thanh…”

She was a bit unnatural.

“He said you were a difficult person to talk to, so he asked me to come give you some advice.”

“What do you advise me about?”

“I advise you not to make a big deal out of it.”

“Just live in peace.”

“Thieu Hoa, once a woman gets married, she is a family.”

"Don't always think about this and that, it's easy to hurt your feelings."

I looked at her.

“When you got married before, did you have a dowry?”

She was immediately stunned.

“How much money did your parents give you that year?”

“Are those funds yours?”

I slowly continued asking:

“If my husband's family at that time said that money was just 'house repair money'..."

“What will you think?”

She was completely speechless.

“I don't want to cause trouble.”

I said calmly.

“I just want to be fair.”

“Those two things are not the same.”

She sat for a while longer and then stood up.

“Young people have too strong a temper.”

“In the future, the person who will suffer will still be yourself.”

“Thank you for coming today, auntie.”

I opened the reception room door.

"I'd like you to send my regards to your father."

After she left, assistant Tieu Trinh immediately ran to my side, whispering in admiration:

“Miss Thieu Hoa is really amazing.”

I laughed:

“Not the top.”

“It's just a matter of reason.”

That night, Ninh Giai told me many more stories about Tran Quoc Dong. He is forty-six years old, a native of Cam Thanh, and has worked in the construction materials industry for twenty years. The relationship between him and Hua Dai Thanh is both cooperative and competitive. Two years ago, when Hua Dai Thanh had problems with capital turnover, Tran Quoc Dong used the name of "support" to contribute. capital. But from the beginning... That so-called "support" was not simple.

“He's waiting for Hua Dai Thanh to not be able to pay the mortgage.”

Ninh Giai said.

“Then use the identity of the creditor to intervene.”

“At the same time, using shareholder status to change control rights.”

“This type of manipulation in the construction materials world is not rare.”

“Does Hua Dai Thanh know about that?”

“I probably know.”

Ninh Giai replied.

“But he thinks he still has time.”

“The problem is…”

“He doesn't have any more time.”

“That's why he aimed for the wedding house.”

I said softly.

“Plus your 880,000 yuan.”

"That's right."

I sat quietly for a long time before asking:

“Ninh Giai.”

“If something really happened to Hua Dai Thanh…”

“Is Tran Chi Vien implicated?”

“Legally, no.”

Ninh Giai answered very firmly.