Chapter 7 — My Mother Stole 80,000,000 Yuan, And My Boyfriend Shows His True Form

On the day of the engagement party, she used her phone to film some of my buildings and smiled and said:

"In the future, sister-in-law, remember to let me stay at the premises."

As soon as he saw his son, Vuong Que Phan shouted loudly:

"Truong Thac."

"Why are you still talking to him so much?"

"Is the declaration signed yet?"

Truong Thac lowered his voice: Vuong Que Phan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me see."

Truong Thac doesn't seem to want to.

"Mom, go home and see."

But she snatched it away. Open it and read two lines. Immediately smiled.

"Clear black and white paper."

"Don't let it cling to our house in the future."

Duong Vien scolded:

"Leave some virtue for me."

Vuong Que Phan glared:

"Who are you?"

"Is there a part where you talk?"

Duong Vien immediately replied:

"I was the one who passed by and saw a dog biting a person."

Truong Thien Thien pointed her finger at me.

"Lam Tieu Hoa."

"If your house has become like this, why are you still pretending?"

"It's a good thing my cousin didn't force you to compensate for the loss of his youth."

My mother slowly walked forward.

"What loss of youth?"

"From the moment we met until now."

"Eating is my daughter's eating."

"At the hotel my daughter booked."

"Even the gold bracelet for your birthday last year..."

"...also a gift from my daughter."

Truong Thien Thien immediately hid her hands behind her. Vuong Que Phan quickly said:

"That was voluntarily given by Tieu Hoa."

My mother nodded.

"Voluntarily."

"But now he voluntarily stops giving."

From beginning to now, Truong Kien Quoc has remained silent. Only then did he take down the cigarette he was holding behind his ear.

"Tran Phuong Lan."

"Don't be too cruel when talking."

"If two kids don't become a couple then that's fine."

"Everyone should save face for each other."

My mother looked at him.

"You smoke in my hallway."

"Fine 200 yuan."

Truong Kien Quoc was stunned.

"What?"

Mom pointed to the sign on the wall. SMOKING IS PROHIBITED IN THE CORRIDORS. VIOLATION PENALTY 200 RMB. The crowd laughed again. Truong Kien Quoc put the cigarette back behind his ear. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Vuong Que Phan couldn't swallow that anger. She held the marriage annulment declaration and held it up in the hallway.

"Everyone look."

"Lin Xiaohe owes 2,000,000 yuan."

"He signed it himself."

"Our Truong family did not take any advantage."

"It's that he's not worthy of my son."

I stood at the door. Listen to her sentence by sentence as she throws dirty water on her body. Tieu Hoang squatted on the stairs and said in a low voice:

"Aunt Truong."

"Okay then."

"People don't scold me either."

Vuong Que Phan immediately turned to attack him.

"What does it have to do with you?"

"You rented his house."

"Of course we have to defend it."

Tieu Hoang touched the phone repair screwdriver in his hand. Say nothing more. That was the first crack. In the past, every time the Truong family came, neighbors praised Truong Thac for being polite and elegant. But today Vuong Que Phan made such a fuss. Even Tieu Hoang, who was once fined by my mother, couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Truong Thac clearly also realized that. He pulled his mother's hand. But Vuong Que Phan still refused.

"About what?"

"Today I have to make it clear."

"Lest he go out later pretending to be pitiful."

She looked straight at me.

"Lam Tieu Hoa."

"You listen carefully."

"As the Truong family, we don't need you."

"It's not like you kicked my son."

"In the future, do you want to step foot into the Truong family's door? anymore..."

"...it's not that easy either."

My mother reached into her pocket. He took out a 10-yuan bill and gave it to Duong Vien.

"Go downstairs and buy me a packet of salt."

Duong Vien was stunned.

"Right now?"

"There's no salt in the house."

Duong Vien received the money. Before going downstairs, he didn't forget to scold me:

"This hallway is salty enough today."

Vuong Que Phan didn't know what my mother was planning to do. She was still showing off her complacency. Two minutes later, Duong Vien returned carrying a packet of salt. My mother took it and tore the bag. In front of everyone, she spread a line of salt right on the doorstep.

"Tran Phuong Lan, what are you doing?"

Vuong Que Phan immediately shouted. My mother calmly replied: Laughter in the hallway immediately erupted, no one could hold it in anymore. Vuong Que Phan was so angry that his face turned red and he rushed forward to push my mother. I raised my hand to block it. Her hand grabbed my arm. His fingernails scratched out a long red streak. Truong Thac saw it. But he didn't pull his mother back.

"Tieu Hoa, stop making noise."

I looked at him.

"Are you making noise?"

He replied:

"Your mother is old."

"Give her a break."