Chapter 17 — My Cousin Used My House To Swindle 11,800,000 Yuan, But Didn't Know The House Was Cleared

"Now that the house is cleared, all the money goes into his pocket!"

“Six million yuan!”

“Our Tu Hien family can't even get a penny!”

“What if he pulls his cousin by the arm?!”

I looked at her.

“First, my father bought that house with his own money.”

“On the house deed there are only my father's and my names.”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“Second, the amount of compensation is your personal privacy.”

“I have no right to ask.”

“You said you were helping your son.”

“But the way I helped you was to steal your documents, impersonate you, and scam you into borrowing more than ten million yuan.”

“Do you think that's called helping?”

"That's borrowing! Not stealing!"

Vuong Tu Lan immediately screamed.

“Without telling you a word, you took my house book.”

“Forge my signature.”

“Making a mortgage loan of 11,800,000 yuan.”

“If you don't call it stealing... then what do you call it?”

Vuong Tu Lan still wanted to continue screaming. But third uncle stood up. He looked at her. The voice is not loud. But extremely clear.

"What's right or what's wrong, everyone understands in their hearts."

“The things Nhuoc An offered…”

“There is a recording.”

“There is a history of conversations.”

“There is also Trieu Bang's testimony.”

“If you feel unjust, then let the police investigate.”

“But if you want to cry in front of the whole family, play the pitiful role, forcing your niece to pay the debt on your behalf…”

“Then don't blame third uncle for saying something fair.”

“You are wrong.”

Third uncle never interfered in family matters before. As soon as he opened his mouth… The weight was immediately different. The youngest girl also stood up.

“I also want to say something.”

"When Nhuoc An's parents passed away, her brother-in-law left all his savings to her."

“That was his will.”

“No one is allowed to touch it.”

The youngest girl looked at Vuong Tu Lan.

"For years now, you've been talking about taking care of Nhuoc An."

“But what are you planning in your heart…”

“Actually, everyone sees it.”

“It's just that no one wants to have their face torn off.”

“It was torn today…”

“Then I won't pretend anymore.”

She turned to me.

“Nhuoc An.”

“The youngest sister is on my side.”

Vuong Tu Lan knelt on the ground. The crying gradually subsided. Her eyes shifted back and forth, wanting to find someone who would still speak up to help her. But no. No one. More than twenty people in the house... No one stood up to defend her. Tham Quoc Luong stood nearby, his face gray and white. He slowly bent down, wanting to help Vuong Tu Lan up. But she forcefully pushed his hand away.

“You didn't help me either!”

“You didn't help me either!”

Tham Quoc Luong no longer raised his hand. He stood up straight, looking at me.

“Nhuoc An.”

Just two words. Then he turned and walked out of the main house. Outside the yard, his steps were very slow. This gathering... No one was in the mood to continue eating. The food on the table is cold. Relatives in groups of five or three left one by one. Before leaving, many people deliberately passed by me. Third uncle patted my shoulder.

“If something happens, call.”

The youngest girl hugged me.

“In the future, remember to come to my youngest aunt's house to visit.”

A distant uncle, who was quite close to Vuong Tu Lan, passed by me and stopped.

“Nhuoc An…”

“My sister-in-law said those things before, I…”

“It's okay.”

He nodded and left. When I walked out of the old house, it was already dark. Chu Man is waiting for me in the car.

“Everyone who needs to see has seen it.”

“Those who needed to hear also heard.”

“How did Vuong Tu Lan react?”

“Kneel down and cry.”

“No one defends her Are not?"

Chu Man started the car.

“How do you feel now?”

I thought for a moment.

“There's no special feeling.”

“Let's do what needs to be done.”

As the car pulled out of the alley, I looked in the rearview mirror. Seeing Vuong Tu Lan walk out of the gate of his old house. She stood alone there. Messy hair. There was no one else around. What happened at the family gathering spread very quickly. In just three days... All of the Tham family knew the story. The words Vuong Tu Lan has said for many years. The reasons she once made up... Started to be peeled back layer by layer. Someone remembers... Right at my parents' funeral that year, Vuong Tu Lan began to inquire about the transfer of the house's name. Someone remembers... She once took Tham Tu Hien to find a broker to price an apartment in Bich Lan Dinh. Someone remembers... She once told someone:

“That house will sooner or later belong to Tu Hien.”

Story by story put together... The complete picture finally appears. Everything has been calculated in advance. From a year and a half ago when I borrowed my documents... To three months ago when I applied for a mortgage... Until now, forcing me to spend money to clean up the consequences. Every step... It's her move. She did not expect that the most important piece on that chessboard - that house - would soon no longer exist. Day four. A new story appeared again. Lam Chieu called me.

“What do you think about Te Cu's new business?”

“I thought it over.”

“I can try.”