Chapter 23 — My Mother Stole 80,000,000 Yuan, And My Boyfriend Shows His True Form

I was so angry that I was shaking all over. But I don't do meaningless movements like pounding the table or screaming. I just held the file in my hand and slammed it down on the coffee table.

"Do you know what you just signed?"

"I just signed to confirm grandpa's fake debt."

Auntie Hai hugged her face.

"I don't know."

"I thought it was just confirmation that I had heard that my grandfather owed money."

My mother walked over and yanked her hand down.

"Who hit you?"

Second Aunt bowed her head, not daring to answer. At that moment, a voice rang out outside the door.

"I hit."

Vuong Que Phan stood at the door. Behind her were Truong Kien Quoc and the man wearing the hat the day before. Today she didn't pretend to cry anymore. Only aggression remained in his eyes after tearing off the last layer of mask. Vuong Que Phan laughed coldly.

"Tran Phuong Lan."

"You forced our Truong family to this point."

"Aren't you going to let us find a way to live?"

My mother went straight to the door.

"Forge a dead person's signature."

"Is that finding a way to live?"

"That's digging your own grave."

The man in the hat laughed.

"Talk must have evidence."

"If the documents are real or fake, we'll know after checking."

I looked at him.

"Who are you?"

He turned to me.

"I am a friend of the Truong family."

"Last name Luong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Truong Thac walked up the stairs. His expression immediately changed.

"Mr. Luong?"

"Why are you here too?"

I looked straight at Truong Thac.

"I know him."

Truong Thac quickly explained.

"He's my friend."

"But I didn't tell him to do these things."

The man surnamed Luong laughed.

"Truong Thac."

"Your mother asked to come to the door."

"I can't help but help."

Vuong Que Phan immediately responded.

"That's right."

"It's my request."

"Lam Tieu Hoa."

"Don't think that your house has a few flats so you can do whatever you want."

"Your grandfather didn't pay the debt that year."

"Now it's time to pay."

My mother coldly asked: The man named Luong took out another photocopy.

"Owe my uncle."

"There's not much money."

"But the collateral is the interest in the East Quarter."

Chu Binh stood behind and spoke.

"Mr. Luong."

"To verify the records, we need the originals."

The man surnamed Luong curled his lips.

"The original is in my safe."

"Tomorrow in the final confirmation."

"I will bring it."

My mother looked at him without blinking.

"It's best if you bring the real thing."

He was not afraid at all.

"Miss Tran."

"I know you have a say in Nam Kieu village."

"But the debt is from a previous life."

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

Truong Thac stepped in front of me. The voice was filled with impatience.

"Tieu Hoa."

"I really don't know about this."

"My mother and they were probably just too impatient."

I looked at him.

"Don't you know Mr. Luong went to investigate my grandfather?"

Truong Thac stiffened. No reply. That silence is clearer than any explanation. Vuong Que Phan stood next to him and smirked.

"What if he knows?"

"You and your mother turned the Truong family into a laughing stock."

"Shouldn't we be allowed to counterattack?"

I ask again:

"Counterattack by falsifying documents?"

"Who faked it?"

"Your grandfather is dead."

"Dead without evidence."

That sentence just ended. My mother suddenly swept her hand across the table. The tea cup in front of Aunt Hai fell to the tile floor. The piece of porcelain shattered. Vuong Que Phan jumped back in surprise. My mother stare at her. One by one the words fell like boulders.

"Wang Guifen."

"She cursed me, I don't care."

"You curse my daughter, I can endure it."

"But you dare to use a dead person as a chessboard."

"I'll let you know."

"The road in Nam Kieu that year."

"Who gave way?"

"And also who can stop it."

The man named Luong finally changed his face.

"Are you threatening me?"

My mother looked straight at him.

"I'm just making an announcement."

The final confirmation session was the next day. Suddenly became a new barrel of gunpowder. But this time. The Truong family doesn't just want to rob money. They also want to drag my grandfather's honor into the mud. But they don't know. The person they touch. Not just a deceased person. But he was the person who used eight spaces in exchange for a road to feed the entire Nam Kieu village for decades. If tomorrow the truth is revealed. The person who lost face the most. It won't be my house.