Chapter 4 — My Cousin Used My House To Swindle 11,800,000 Yuan, But Didn't Know The House Was Cleared

Vuong Tu Lan straightened his back.

“I tell you, if you dare to bully my niece, we in the Tham family will absolutely not stand idly by!”

Manager Ton flipped the contract to the signature page and showed it in front of her.

“Your son used a suspected fake ownership certificate to defraud us from Hang Thai Credit of 11,800,000 yuan.”

“Do you know about this?”

Vuong Tu Lan bowed his head and looked at the contract. My pupils turned around.

"I do not know!"

She slapped her thigh hard.

"This bastard! How could he do such a thing!"

“Nhuoc An, auntie really doesn't know anything, you have to believe me!”

When he turned to me, the speed was so fast that it seemed like he had practiced it before. I said nothing.

“Miss Tham said that house was demolished a year ago.”

Manager Ton's eyes moved back and forth between Vuong Tu Lan and Tham Quoc Luong.

"The house registration has also been canceled. As Tham Tu Hien's parents, do you two know about this?"

Vuong Tu Lan opened his mouth.

“Resolved… resolved?”

She turned her head to look at me, with four words clearly written on her face: "Why didn't you say so sooner?" But his hand unconsciously tightened his shirt.

“Bich Lan Dinh area cleared the entire area a year ago, don't you two know?”

Manager Ton continued to question.

"I know... but... that's Nhuoc An's personal business, she didn't tell us in detail, we thought it wasn't yet..."

I interrupted her.

"During the clearance last year, you kept coming to me for a week, saying you wanted to help me inquire about internal information, and asked me to give you the house book and household registration for you to keep."

“Have you forgotten?”

Vuong Tu Lan's face immediately turned red.

“I... I did it to help you!”

I did not respond.

“A year ago when you borrowed my papers, did you take the opportunity to do anything?”

“What is this girl talking about?!”

Vuong Tu Lan's volume shot up again.

“Can you harm me?!”

At the end of the hallway, another household's door was also slightly open.

“You guys go home and resolve this matter amongst yourselves.”

Manager Ton put the documents back in his briefcase, looked at me and then looked at Vuong Tu Lan.

“I just mentioned one thing.”

“Someone must pay 11,800,000 yuan.”

"If Tham Tu Hien cannot be found or he cannot pay, our legal side will proceed according to the correct procedure."

"Within three days, Ms. Tham will provide all documents proving the release and cancellation of ownership."

“If that real estate truly no longer exists, we will reevaluate the entire nature of the case.”

He left a business card, led two people and turned to leave. The moment the elevator door closed, the final hallway was left with only the three of us left. Vuong Tu Lan's face immediately changed.

“Tham Nhuoc An!”

She lowered her voice, but every word seemed to be thrown out forcefully.

"What do you mean by saying those words in front of outsiders? You want to force Tu Hien to death, right?!"

“He stole my things.”

"Steal something! The family took it for a little while!"

“For temporary use, 11,800,000 yuan?”

Vuong Tu Lan choked. Tham Quoc Luong finally spoke, his voice weak:

"Nhuoc An... this... your aunt really doesn't know, and Tu Hien..."

He sighed heavily. I looked at him.

“How did Tham Tu Hien get that house book?”

Lip Tham Quoc Luong moved slightly. But can't say it. It was just that his eyes unconsciously glanced at Vuong Tu Lan.

“You two go home.”

I took a step back, my hand on the door.

“This matter… should be handled according to whatever process it is.”

“Nhuoc An!”

Vuong Tu Lan suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my arm.

"You must put those release papers down! Don't give them to that guy named Ton! Once you show them, Tu Hien's life will be over! He's my cousin!"

I pushed her hand away.

“He is not my brother.”

“He is the one who stole my documents, pretended to be me, and defrauded me of more than ten million yuan.”

The door slammed shut. The sound of the lock turning "click" rang out clearly in the quiet hallway. Outside, Vuong Tu Lan banged on the door twice.

“Tham Nhuoc An, open the door!”

“I can't see death without saving!”

"If your parents under the golden stream were sacred, they wouldn't agree to let you do that!"

I didn't pay attention to her. Just went to the window and stood for a long time. The phone lights up. A WeChat message.