Chapter 7 — Mother-in-law Gave Me 500,000 Yuan To Get Away, I Freeze Her Son's 100,000,000 Yuan

Truong Thuy Lan went around the hall. Then go back to table number 1. Head and say something to Tham Quoc Luong. He nodded. Right away. A triumphant look appeared on Truong Thuy Lan's face, as if she was sure of victory in her hands. She stood up. Bring a glass of wine. Step by step walk towards table number 9. When you arrive in front of me. She didn't sit down. But standing from above looking down. Then put the wine glass down in front of me.

"Van Tinh."

"Follow me to the meeting room."

I raised my head.

"What are you going to do?"

"What needs to be said will be said sooner or later."

"There's a lot of people here and a lot of talk."

"Inconvenient."

I glanced at Diep Tri Thu. She opened her mouth to say something. I shook my head slightly. Then calmly looked at Truong Thuy Lan.

"No need to go to the meeting room."

"What do you want to say..."

"Just say it right here."

The corners of Truong Thuy Lan's lips twitched slightly.

"What do you mean?"

I raised my head to look at her.

"What you want to say."

"Just say it right here."

Obviously Truong Thuy Lan did not expect me to react like that. She glanced around. Table number 1 is still toasting. The other tables were also chatting loudly. Not many people pay attention to this side yet. She immediately straightened her back.

"That's OK."

"I didn't intend to hide it today."

She opened the black leather bag she carried with her. Take out a vellum envelope. The envelope was bulging. Inside is a neatly printed stack of A4 paper. She pulled it all out. Smash it down in front of me. Four words were clearly printed on the top of the page: DIVORCE AGREEMENT The jade bracelet in her hand hit the edge of the table hard. The noise immediately caused several nearby tables to turn their heads to look over. But Truong Thuy Lan didn't care at all. On the contrary, he intentionally raised his voice even more.

"Sign, Van Tinh."

"My son is now a tycoon with assets of more than 100,000,000 yuan."

"I'm just a housewife who can't even cook rice properly."

"Why are you still clinging to it?"

Right away. The people at table 7 and table 8 all turned their heads to look over.

"I have written all the conditions clearly."

"See for yourself."

"The house is the property Lam Hao bought before getting married."

"The car is in the company's name."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"I put in another 500,000 yuan of my own money."

"Enough to last you a while."

Diep Tri Thu couldn't bear it anymore. She jumped up from the chair.

"Three years of her youth."

"Are you planning to use 500,000 yuan to buy it?"

"I'm talking to my daughter-in-law."

Truong Thuy Lan immediately shouted back.

"Why is an outsider like you interrupting?"

"If she is really your daughter-in-law."

"So you treated her like that?"

"If she is a good daughter-in-law."

"So why do I have to waste my energy to this extent?"

The more Truong Thuy Lan spoke, the louder she became.

"Three years without giving birth."

"Not going to work."

"Can't help Lam Hao socialize."

"All day I just stay at home, cook and clean the floor."

"What's the use?"

"We of the Lam family get married."

"But don't marry a maid."

The last sentence she said was especially loud. The laughter around gradually quieted down. Many people secretly took out their phones. Pretend to look at the screen. But actually recording video. Truong Thuy Lan turned to look at me. The finger was almost pointing straight at my face.

"How much dowry did your mother give you that year?"

"An old blanket."

"An old washing machine bought back."

"With a poor family background that's falling out."

"Do you still have the face to stand in the Lam family?"

"If that year hadn't been for my son's soft heart."

"Then you don't even have the right to step foot in our door."

I still sat still. Hands placed on tablecloth. Didn't move at all. She just mentioned my mother. My mother passed away fifteen years ago. The day she left. It rained heavily. I stood in front of the funeral home. The whole body is wet. In his hand, he clutched a bunch of keys. On that key chain hung a very small yellow pendant. The back is engraved with two extremely small words: Thanh Nguyen. Truong Thuy Lan did not know what that key was. All the people present in the hall today... Except for the gray-haired old man sitting quietly eating in the far corner... No one knows what that key represents. Lam Hao came from table number 1. Still holding a glass of wine in hand. His face clearly showed awkwardness mixed with impatience.

"Mom, cut out a few sentences."

"Don't make a fuss here."

"Let's talk later about something."

"Say what later?"

Truong Thuy Lan tugged on his arm.

"You're just too soft-hearted."

"Today is such a good opportunity."

"How many people are here?"

"Once you sign, you're done."

"Are you afraid of it?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Lam Hao withdrew his hand. Use the back of your hand to wipe the sweat from your forehead. He looked at me. That look was very short. Then raised his voice:

"Van Tinh."

"This..."

"Don't embarrass your mother anymore."

"That would be good for everyone."

Good for everyone. I almost burst out laughing. Don't know since when. Trieu Tue Phuong stood behind Truong Thuy Lan.