Chapter 11 — My sister-in-law kicked me out of the house, and as soon as I turned my back, I confiscated the villa worth more than tens of millions of yuan!

I looked at her.

“Uncle Truong.”

“Last night Lam Man falsely accused me of stealing the gold bracelet.”

"I just found out today that she hid it herself."

“Do you know about that?”

Uncle Truong was immediately confused.

“This…”

Lam Man quickly interrupted.

“We're talking about housing now!”

I smiled faintly.

“Someone just accused me of stealing.”

“Now you say I robbed the house.”

“Do people really believe her?”

The neighbors looked at each other. No one spoke up. Lam Man sobbed.

“Maybe I was wrong for once.”

"No one will believe anything you say later?"

Trinh Ngoc Cam beat his thighs and whined.

“There is no more justice.”

“Daughters-in-law do not have any status in the family.”

"The husband's sister held a piece of paper and asked to divide the house."

“Who can stand it?”

My father suddenly opened the door. Walk straight into the hallway.

“The neighbors have heard everything.”

“So today, everyone please testify for me.”

Co Minh Vien's face immediately changed. My father looked at him.

“You also listen carefully.”

He opened the bookcase. Take out an old iron box. Lam Man stared at the box. Breathing begins to become disordered. The box is opened. Inside is a stack of receipts and contracts that have yellowed over the years. My father took out the top sheet.

“When buying this house.”

“Your mother and I only have half the deposit.”

Trinh Ngoc Cam immediately interrupted.

“Well, that's between the two of you.”

My father didn't even look at her.

“The other half.”

“It was spent by Hieu Duong.”

Suddenly, whispers rang out in the hallway. Lam Man shouted:

“No way!”

“How old was she at that time?”

My mother slowly said:

“Since my first year on the job.”

“She took most of her salary and bonuses home.”

“My parents can't bear to spend it.”

“It said let's move to a bigger house.”

“Let Minh Vien go to school closer.”

“So parents don't have to climb stairs.”

Co Minh Vien's face turned pale little by little. He is in twelfth grade. Every day I complain that my old house is too far from school. He only remembers the day he moved to a new house. I have a private room. But I don't remember that winter. I can only buy one pair of shoes on sale. Lam Man still refused to believe it.

“Even if she did spend money, so what?”

“That is also respecting parents.”

"How can a daughter give money to her parents and then ask for a share?"

My father took another piece of paper. Hit the table hard.

“It's not like he asked for it.”

“It's my parents who want to write it down.”

“Parents cannot let their children suffer.”

Lam Man stared at the paper. It was like looking at my own death sentence.

“So why didn't everyone say something sooner?”

This time I spoke up.

“Because I don't need to use that to pressure Co Minh Vien.”

Co Minh Vien raised his head and looked at me. I continue:

“I live in this house.”

"It's not because you have a thick skin and don't want to go."

“Because this place inherently has a part of me.”

Lam Man's lips trembled. Try to find more reasons.

“But that's not the whole house.”

“Based on what reason did you take the room facing south?”

“Based on what do you keep pointing five fingers at me, the female owner of this house?”

I looked at her.

“Mistress?”

“I marry Minh Vien.”

“Of course I am the female head of this family.”

I laughed.

“She married Co Minh Vien.”

“Not to marry this house.”

Lam Man looked like her tail had been stepped on.

“Don't exchange concepts!”

“Husband and wife are one can.”

“Minh Vien's house is my house.”

My father closed the iron box. The voice was cold and decisive.

“Then listen carefully.”

“This house is not just Minh Vien's house.”

“You have no right to chase Hieu Duong away.”

Trinh Ngoc Cam immediately shouted:

“In-laws, what you said is too much!”

“Man Man will give birth to a child for the Co family in the future.”

“Don't you think about your grandchild?”

My mother coldly replied:

“The child doesn't have a trace yet.”

"Don't rush to throw Hieu Duong's things into the trash room first."

Lam Man's face was sometimes blue, sometimes white. She turned to look at Co Minh Vien.

“What should I say?”

“Are you just going to stand there and watch them bully me like that?”

Co Minh Vien raised his head. The voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbed together.

“She spent money to buy a house.”

“What about spending money?”

Lam Man immediately objected.

“She is a girl.”

“Isn't it natural for girls to give money to their parents?”

“What about you?”

Co Minh Vien looked at her.

“After working, how much money did you give your family?”

“You really don't know?”

Lam Man was stunned. Trinh Ngoc Cam immediately scolded:

“Co Minh Vien!”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you still settling accounts with your wife now?”

Co Minh Vien looked at the cardboard boxes lying on the floor.

“I don't settle accounts with her.”

“Just suddenly remembered.”

“For the past few years, the refrigerator has broken and I have to replace it.”

“My mother was hospitalized so I asked for leave to take care of her.”

"Dad's back hurts so I buy a massage chair."

“Even your wedding day.”

“The 30,000 yuan bride price given to Man Man's family was also spent by me.”

Lam Man immediately panicked.

“Didn't you say that 30,000 yuan was money you borrowed?”

I calmly asked:

“So have you two paid yet?”

Lam Man opened her mouth. But couldn't say a word. Trinh Ngoc Cam hit the door frame hard.

“The bride price money that comes into our house is our money!”

"Who said the Co family likes dignity, why try so hard?"

My mother was so angry that she burst out laughing.

“When you received the money, you didn't say that.”

“At that time, she said that if Man Man married here, she would treat Hieu Duong as her own sister.”

Trinh Ngoc Cam immediately argued:

“Doesn't my daughter still call her sister?”

My mother coldly asked:

“Call me sister.”

“Is it possible to steal its silver lock?”

“Is it possible to throw away its documents?”

“Is it okay to step on his photo album?”

Trinh Ngoc Cam immediately choked. Turned to vent his anger on his daughter.

“You really are too!”

"What's the use of messing with his old stuff?"