Chapter 22 — My Mother Stole 80,000,000 Yuan, And My Boyfriend Shows His True Form

"I still have work."

Mr. Lam Tam leaned his stick hard on the ground.

"If you have something to do, you have to say it clearly before leaving."

"Slandering the deceased."

"Harming the living."

"Nam Kieu village doesn't have that rule."

Truong Thien Thien planned to sneak away. I called her back.

"You stay."

She glared at me.

"What do you want to do?"

I calmly replied:

"You openly held up signs defaming me."

"I will pursue responsibility."

"I only reposted questions."

Duong Vien immediately objected:

"Did the piece of paper in your hand grow legs and run into your lap?"

Truong Thien Thien immediately called Truong Thac.

"Come quickly."

"Lam Tieu Hoa wants to sue me."

Twenty minutes later. Truong Thac appeared. He looked at the crowd first. Then look at Truong Thien Thien. Finally looked at me.

"Tieu Hoa."

"Thien Thien is still young."

"I don't understand."

Duong Vien almost cursed.

"Twenty-five years old."

"Not five years old."

Truong Thac lowered his voice.

"I'll apologize on her behalf."

I shook my head.

"Sorry is not enough."

"So what do you want?"

"Public correction."

"And compensation for losses."

Truong Thien Thien shouted.

"I don't have money."

I looked at the gold bracelet on her wrist.

"The bracelet I gave you is still there."

She immediately hid her hands behind her. Truong Thac was silent for a few seconds. I shook my head.

"This time I won't let you pay."

"Whoever defames will pay."

Truong Thien Thien was really panicked. Truong Thac looked at me. There was anger being forced down in his eyes.

"Tieu Hoa."

"Do we have to do that?"

Mr. Lam Tam stood next to speak.

"She did the right thing."

"Place in Nam Kieu village."

"It's not the one who speaks louder that wins."

That sentence was like the sound of a hammer being struck. The crowd began to talk about the Truong family. Truong Thac stood in the middle of those eyes. Every word of gossip was like needles piercing his back. Truong Thien Thien cried. This time I cried for real. But there is no one to pity anymore. After Truong Thien Thien's correction video was posted. The Truong family was completely set on fire. In the video. She read the manuscript with a choked voice.

"Because I did not verify the truth, I posted false content."

"Causing harm to Ms. Lam Tieu Hoa."

"I sincerely apologize to Ms. Lam Tieu Hoa."

Duong Vien watched it three times.

"I'm just sorry crying is so ugly."

"It affects my appetite."

But my mother didn't laugh. She sat behind the grocery counter. The abacus was not touched at all. In his hand he held an old photo. In the photo is my grandfather. He stood next to a dirt road. Next to her is her mother when she was young. At that time, she was not as edgy as she is now. There is still a girlish look in her eyes.

"What's wrong mom?"

She put the photo away.

"Behind the Truong family there is an informer."

"The man wearing the hat that day?"

"Vuong Que Phan can't think of pulling out your grandfather's old records."

"So who is it?"

Mom looked out the door.

"It's someone who wants to swallow a bigger piece of meat."

I haven't had time to ask yet. Chu Binh has arrived. In his hand he held a new file. His face is rarely so serious.

"Miss Tran."

"The handover of the remaining premises in East Street may have to be paused."

Mom raised her head. Chu Binh replied:

"Someone submitted old debt documents."

"Said that in the past, Mr. Lam Khanh Son had a debt."

"And used it part of the rights in Dong Nam Kieu street to pay debts."

My expression immediately changed.

"Grandpa owes money?"

Mom stood up. Chu Binh gave the photocopy to her.

"The file has been sent to the ward."

"Request for re-examination."

Mom just took a look. His face turned cold.

"Fake seal."

Chu Binh nodded.

"We also have doubts."

"But the other side has witnesses."

Chu Binh was silent for a second.

"My sister."

"Tran Que Lan."

I took the photocopy. See the ramshackle signature below. Lam Khanh Son. I have seen my grandfather's writing. He has a habit. The last stroke of the word "Son" always lasts very long. Like a nail. But it's not on this paper. Mom took the phone to call Aunt Hai. No one picked up the phone. She picked up the keys.

"Go find it."

Aunt Hai's house is on the next street. Inside is messy. Aunt sat on the sofa. There were red hand prints on his face. As soon as we saw it, we immediately stood up. Mom stared at her.

"Who told you to testify?"

Aunt Hai's tears immediately fell.

"Vuong Que Phan brought someone here."

"They said if you don't sign."

"They will spread the news of me receiving the necklace to the company group."

"Still saying..."

"And told me to make matches for money."

"That's cheating."

"So you signed?"

Aunt Hai cried and nodded.

"They showed me a video."

"Say you admitted to revealing Tieu Hoa's fortune to the Truong family."

"I'm afraid my colleagues will know."

"I'm afraid my son's school knows."

Mom looked at her for a long time. His eyes were so cold that people didn't dare to face them. Then slowly ask:

"Where's the video?"