Chapter 13 — My Mother Stole 80,000,000 Yuan, And My Boyfriend Shows His True Form

The middle-aged man wearing a gray coat immediately stopped walking when he saw my mother. The tone is extremely polite.

"Ms. Phuong Lan."

"The confirmations at the back, I'll bring them over this afternoon."

Mom nodded.

"Don't do it wrong."

The man looked at me again and said:

"Miss Lam, rest assured."

I didn't reply. Vuong Que Phan's ears are very sharp. Immediately ask:

"What confirmation?"

"Is there any more money?"

The man looked at my mother. Mother calmly replied:

"It has nothing to do with you."

Truong Thac looked intently at the man.

"Who are you?"

The man answered very formulaically:

"I am a member of the records management team of the clearance committee."

Vuong Que Phan clearly did not believe it.

"Isn't it only three buildings?"

The man frowned slightly.

"Specific information is not convenient to disclose."

Vuong Que Phan still wanted to chase after and ask again. But Truong Thac stopped him. He looked at me. For the first time, obvious insecurity appeared on his face.

"Tieu Hoa."

"Are you still hiding something from me?"

I looked at the file bag in his hand.

"We no longer have any economic relations."

His expression gradually darkened. Mom walked out of the hall. Sunlight shined on the file bag in her hand. She lowered her voice and said to me:

"Saturday."

"He's starting to get scared."

Truong Thac's fear quickly turned into anger. That very night. The group of relatives became bustling again. Truong Thien Thien posted a video taken in the clearance hall. That's when the staff said:

"The file has been confirmed complete."

She also attached a status line:

"Lam Tieu Hoa was tragically harmed by her own mother. Three buildings, 80,000,000 yuan, not a penny left, and an additional 2,000,000 yuan of debt. Some people, stop pretending to be rich ladies."

Vuong Que Phan immediately chimed in:

"We in the Truong family have never criticized his background."

"As a result, his family considers us stupid."

"Fortunately, God has eyes."

This time Truong Thac did not pretend to be silent anymore. He sent a long paragraph.

"The feelings between me and Lam Tieu Hoa are sincere."

"But marriage cannot be built on deception."

"Her mother handled her assets in such an extreme way that I cannot accept it."

"At the same time, I also hope that everyone will not continue to spread false rumors."

"Lam Tieu Hoa and I signed the entire liability waiver document."

"From now on, the two sides no longer have any economic ties."

Duong Vien took a screenshot and sent it to me.

"He welded himself into the victim's position."

Mom took a quick look.

"Are you sure Han?"

"Then let him weld another layer."

The next day. Truong Thac proactively made an appointment to meet me. Said he wanted to get back the items he had given him. The location is the coffee area on the first floor of the shopping center. Busy people passing by. He pulled out a list. A necklace. A phone. A handbag. Two trips. And all the flowers he bought for me. I looked at the paper.

"Do flowers count too?"

Truong Thac replied:

"These are all big expenses during a relationship."

Duong Vien sat next to me. Place the coffee cup firmly on the table.

"Flowers are considered big expenses?"

"You gave me pure gold roses?"

"Or plastic flowers become crystals?"

Truong Thac did not look at her.

"Tieu Hoa."

"If you break up, you should be done with it."

I nodded.

"So me too list a list."

I took out another piece of paper from my pocket. Truong Thac was stunned. I read each entry to him.

"My mother's birthday gold ring: 16,000 yuan."

"New phone for my father: 8,200 yuan."

"Zhang Qianqian's birthday bracelet: 6,900 yuan."

"My living room air conditioner: 23,000 yuan."

"The suit you wore to the interview: 11,000 yuan."

"My cousin's wedding gift: 5,000 yuan."

"As for the hospital fees and medical check-up costs last year when you were in the hospital, I paid them in advance: 34,000 yuan."

Truong Thac's face immediately changed. Duong Vien pushed the paper towards him.

"Divide it cleanly."

"The flowers you give me are calculated according to the flower shop invoice."

"The things Tieu Hoa buys for my family are calculated according to the payment history."

"Today we'll see who owes who in the end."

Truong Thac tightened his grip on the paper. To the point where the edges of the paper were crumpled.

"Those things were given to me voluntarily."

I calmly replied:

"My flowers were also given voluntarily."

"The properties are not the same."

"What's different?"

He couldn't answer. The two girls sitting at the next table stopped walking and looked over curiously. Truong Thac lowered his voice.

"Tieu Hoa."

"Do I have to do something so unsightly?"

"The one who included flowers on the list was me first."

Duong Vien smiled coldly.

"My skin is thick enough to count a bouquet of flowers."

"So Tieu Hoa, what's wrong with the air conditioner?"

At that moment, Truong Thac's phone rang. It was Vuong Que Phan calling. He picked up the phone.

"I'm talking."

Vuong Que Phan's shrill voice rang out from the speakers:

"What else are we talking about?"

"Tell him to return the things."

"It's in debt."

"Who knows, I might have sold all the things you gave me."

Duong Vien immediately came closer. Say loudly into the phone:

"Aunt Vuong."

"When did you remove the air conditioner?"

"Can I help you find a worker?"

Truong Thac quickly hung up the phone.

"Tangyuan."

"That's enough."

Tang Yuan crossed his arms.

"The things you Truong family have swallowed have not yet been spit out."

"How can I be enough?"

Truong Thac looked at me. His eyes were full of fake disappointment.

"Tieu Hoa."

"I really didn't expect you to become like this."

That statement makes people more nauseous than cursing.

"What is this?"

"Petty."

"Little things become big things."

"Pressing people too much."

I looked at him. Strangely calm.

"I didn't calculate before."

"It's because I think we'll get married."

Truong Thac immediately asked again:

"So it turns out the good things you did for me..."

"...all in exchange for a response?"

I looked at him. Then slowly pushed his list back.

"You're wrong."

"I treat you well because I like you."

"But you take my sincerity for granted."

"That's your problem."