Chapter 11 — My Cousin Used My House To Swindle 11,800,000 Yuan, But Didn't Know The House Was Cleared

I have never sold it. Never told anyone either. In everyone's eyes, I'm just a freelance designer who takes odd jobs, lives in an apartment that rents for 3,200 yuan a month, and wears old, faded t-shirts. Including Vuong Tu Lan. Including Tham Tu Hien. They thought that getting my house book... meant they had stolen the most valuable thing. They don't know. That thing has never been the most valuable. When I got home, I turned on the computer. In the mailbox, there was an email sent by Luc Thua.

“Next month Te Cu is holding a new product launch event, will you come?”

I left that email as is, unanswered. The immediate matter has not yet been resolved. The next three days three things happened. First story. Manager Ton of Hang Thai Credit contacted me again, saying that they had officially opened an internal investigation, asking me to coordinate in providing documents to prove the cancellation of ownership of the house. Following lawyer Ha's advice, I only handed over photocopies. The original is still in my hand. Second story. The police station called to announce that they had initially filed a case and were currently looking for Tham Tu Hien to testify. But he hasn't come forward yet. Third story. I lost a customer. A homestay chain company had previously negotiated three model apartment design projects, with a total value of 120,000 yuan. The contract has not yet been signed. The other party suddenly called and said "internal budget adjustment, temporary postponement". The tone is very polite. But less than ten minutes after hanging up... A post appeared in the design group. Anonymous account posted. The content is:

"There is a female designer who took on a freelance job. Her family was scammed into borrowing more than tens of millions of dollars. Now she is being held back by a credit company. Her character is questionable. It's hard to say whether she can deliver the job or not after accepting the job."

Do not mention names. But people I know just need to look at the description to know right away. Chu Man took a screenshot and sent it over.

“When was this article posted?”

"This morning."

“What did Vuong Tu Lan do?”

“Not sure it's her.”

Chu Man replied.

“But the source can only come from one direction.”

I looked at the comments section below the post. Some people have begun to guess the identity. Someone said:

“It seems to be a female designer named An An.”

My nickname in the world is actually "An An". The 120,000 yuan order disappeared. Reputation also began to crack into pieces. I sat in front of my computer and read that post twice. Then turn off the page. Whatever needs to be done, still needs to be done. That evening, I received an unexpected call. Tham Quoc Luong. This time there was no Vuong Tu Lan by his side.

“Nhuoc An…”

His voice was very low, like he was hiding from someone to make a call.

"What happened that day... your aunt didn't do it right. I know."

“But she was just so scared.”

"Tu Hien's story... actually, she doesn't know the details, she's just afraid something will happen to her son..."

I interrupted.

“If you have something to say, just say it directly.”

He was silent for a few seconds.

“Nhuoc An... after your father passed away, there are some things I always wanted to tell you.”

“But my aunt won't let me say it.”

“What?”

He stopped for a moment.

"That year when I bought the house in Bich Lan Dinh, my aunt wanted my father to write the names of the two brothers in the book."

"She said the two of us bought it together, and later on the house's value would increase, each of us would get half."

“But my father doesn't agree.”

“Since then… my aunt has always kept an eye on the house This."

“So right from the start…”

I smiled faintly.

“Did your aunt feel that the house should be hers?”

I leaned back in the chair.

“You made this phone call today… do you want to help me or help her?”

The other end of the line was silent again.

“Not at all.”

“I want to help Tu Hien.”

“Help him with what?”

“It didn't mean to trick you.”

“It was someone else pulling it in.”

"That person named Trieu Bang was introduced to him by someone else. He said he could make a large loan and cover all the procedures."

“Tu Hien thought it was a legal path…”

I interrupted him again.

"No matter who leads you, pretend to be me."

“He also did it when he stole your documents.”

“These two things have nothing to do with other people.”

“Nhuoc An…”

I asked slowly.

“Have you ever thought about something?”

“What?”

"To steal my child's house book, Tham Tu Hien must know where the papers are."

“Must have your house key… or know where the spare key is hidden.”

“Half a year ago, he came to my house to ‘sit around for fun’…”

“Who told him to come?”

The other end of the line was silent for a long time. I slowly spoke into the phone.

“If you really want to help Tham Tu Hien, then let him face it himself.”

“If you need to take responsibility, take responsibility.”

“If debt needs to be paid, pay it.”

“Don't let auntie continue to think of plans.”

“Every single idea she makes… is pushing this to the worse.”

I hung up.