Chapter 8 — Mother-in-law Gave Me 500,000 Yuan To Get Away, I Freeze Her Son's 100,000,000 Yuan

In his hand he holds a pen and a file. Her eyes flickered to my face. The corners of the lips are tightly pursed. Fingers gently pressed on the metal clip of the file. Then let go again.

"Tieu Trieu."

Truong Thuy Lan waved her hand.

"You testify for me."

Trieu Tue Phuong stood still in place. Don't step forward immediately.

"Ms. Thuy Lan."

She cautiously opened her mouth.

"This..."

"Shouldn't it be better to talk privately?"

"In particular?"

Truong Thuy Lan smiled coldly.

"I'll tell you."

"Today I want to resolve this matter fairly."

"It's so transparent."

"No one is allowed to do anything shady."

She slammed her pen down next to the agreement. At least half of the people in the hall were looking at me. Some people are curious. Some people are nervous. Some people are simply waiting to see the joke. At table number 1, Tham Nhuoc Lam was still sitting in the same place. But her eyes were like a spotlight. Shining straight down on me. Diep Tri Thu squeezed my wrist. The nails almost pierced the skin. She gritted her teeth and said. I gently removed each of her fingers.

"Let go."

"To Van Tinh..."

"Let go."

She finally let go. On the back of his hand were five distinct white streaks. A few seconds later it gradually turns red. I picked up the divorce agreement. Each line of black and white letters appears clearly before your eyes. The house belongs to Lam Hao. The car belongs to the company. Whoever keeps the money in the bank will use it. There is also a compensation of 500,000 yuan. I turned to the last page. In the wife's signature section. Still available. Truong Thuy Lan's voice urged her as if demanding her life.

"It's so clear on black and white paper."

"How long do you want to watch?"

I slowly raised my head. Last time looking towards Lam Hao. He stood next to Truong Thuy Lan. One hand in pants pocket. The other hand holds the stem of the wine glass. The surface of the wine in the glass fluctuated slightly. Three years ago. When he proposed to me. Those same hands. He once knelt down in front of me. Palms are sweaty. To the point where I almost dropped the ring box.

"Van Tinh."

"Marry me."

"No matter how poor you are in the future."

"No matter how miserable it is."

"I won't let you suffer any resentment either."

It's drizzling outside. And now. Those hands that once trembled with love were calmly lying in the pockets of expensive trousers. And so strange that it makes people want to laugh. I looked straight at him.

"Ask me one last time."

"Is this what you mean?"

His throat moved slightly. The hand holding the glass of wine loosened. Then he lifted up his collar and gently pulled his tie.

"Van Tinh."

"I know you've suffered a lot of frustration these past few years."

"But the company is at a critical stage."

"A lot of things..."

"I don't mean I don't care about you."

"It's just..."

He didn't continue. He's always been like that. For the past three years. Every time the most important moment comes. He only said half of it. As if just by not saying the other half of the sentence... He hasn't really made a choice.

"Alright."

I said softly. Then pick up the pen. The tip of the ballpoint pen is a bit slippery. You have to press hard to write clearly. I bowed my head. On the wife's signature line. Stroke by stroke, write down three words: To Van Tinh. No hesitation. The final stroke has just ended. I put down my pen. Truong Thuy Lan immediately rushed forward. Grab the divorce agreement. Flip to the last page to see the signature. In the blink of an eye. Smile above Her face bloomed to the extreme. Wrinkles seem to be stretched out. The jade bracelet in my hand seemed to glow under the blue light. She said five consecutive words "good". His voice was so high it sounded like he was singing a song. Then turned around and grabbed Lam Hao's arm. Shake vigorously twice.

"Mom told me that."

"Your ex-wife is still reasonable."

"Go do the procedure tomorrow."

"I will send someone to transfer 500,000 yuan to him."

"From now on, it's like turning a new page."

"Good days are still ahead."

She also intentionally held up the signed agreement. Towards table number 1. Like raising a flag of victory. Tham Nhuoc Lam sat at table number 1. Gently raised his glass in response. Trieu Tue Phuong stood next to him. Truong Thuy Lan gave the agreement to her.

"Tieu Trieu."

"You can save it for me."

"Tomorrow morning, take them to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Trieu Tue Phuong received the agreement. Fingers gently tighten the edge of the paper. But said nothing.

"Mom, okay."

Lam Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't make such a big deal out of it."

"The guests are all watching."

Next to me. Diep Tri Thu stood still. His face was clean and expressionless. Compared to her crying or getting angry... This look is even scarier. The lights in the hall turned on again. The background music changes to a cheerful tune. Waiters push pastry carts between tables. Like nothing happened. Truong Thuy Lan is walking towards table number 1.