Chapter 9 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

Tran Hao reacted first. “Can you send someone to monitor mom?” I looked at him. "She came to my company's reception desk to ask about my salary and asked who I had dinner with. You think I was spying on her?" Liu Que Phan put the shovel back on the stove, his voice a bit guilty. “Mom was just passing by.” I turned the phone screen towards her. "By the way, go to the reception desk, read your full name, and ask how much salary you get each month?" Her eyes were confused. "Mom is an old person, can't you care for me a little?" “Concerned about my child's salary?” "We both want to clearly divide the accounts, so can't I ask who is taking care of this family?" I laughed. “So I came to your company to check the books.” Tran Hao frowned. “Manh Tinh, don't say such harsh words.” I looked at him. “So will you teach me how to say it?” "She ran to my workplace, asking about my income and relationships. Should I praise her for caring about her daughter-in-law?" Tran Hao was blocked to the point that his face darkened. Liu Que Phan immediately pulled off his apron, his eyes turning red. “I'm just for this family.” "Every day you don't come home to eat, your relatives ask me if you have someone else outside." I stared at her. “Who asked?” She pursed her lips. “Anyway, someone asked.” I hold the phone. “So now I will ask in the group.” Tran Hao suddenly held my wrist. “Are you planning on causing a ruckus in the group again?” I bowed my head and looked at his hand. “Let go.” He didn't let go. “Calm down first.” I said every word: "Tran Hao, I say it for the last time, let go." His fingers clenched and then released. Liu Que Phan stood next to him and cried. “Hao Hao, look at her appearance now, she doesn't care about her family at all anymore.” I opened a relative group. These past few days the group has been quiet as if it had never existed. I sent the screenshot directly. Then send another sentence: "Today mom came to the reception desk of your company to ask about your salary and relationship with colleagues. May I ask which relative told you to investigate?" In less than half a minute, the aunt replied: "I never said." The cousin also replied: “Neither do I.” After a while, he sent: "Que Phan, why are you going to someone else's company?" Luu Que Phan's face turned from white to red. She rushed forward and tried to snatch my phone. “Why do you send everything out?” I took a step back. “Didn't mom say that relatives ask?” “Let me help you ask questions clearly.” Tran Hao stood in front of her, trying to suppress his anger. “Manh Tinh, that's enough.” I put the phone away. “Not enough.” I turned to the door to get my bag. He immediately asked: "Where are you going?" “Police station.” Liu Que Phan was so scared that his voice changed. “What did you come to the police station for?” “Create a record of the incident.” I looked at her. “Mom, you can come to my company to ask once, then you can come a second time.” “If next time I tell the receptionist that there is a problem with your behavior, you must save the evidence first.” She patted her thigh impatiently. “When did I ever say there was a problem with your behavior?” I asked: "So when you ask me, are you asking about the weather every day when I eat with my male colleague?" Tran Hao looked at Liu Que Phan. This time, he did not immediately speak up for her. Liu Que Phan was still speechless. “I just asked something.” I opened the door. “So I just came to ask a little about the rules
lurking.” Tran Hao quickly chased after him. “I'll come with you.” I looked at him. “No need.” He said: "If you go alone, others will think that your family has done something to you." I laughed. “I care what other people think.” “But when my hand was burned by the soup, you didn't even ask a question.” He stood at the door, the forced calm on his face finally cracking. Liu Que Phan shouted inside the house: "If you dare to leave, I will move out tomorrow!" I turned my head. “Then mom, please pay off all the money taken from the joint account first.” Her crying immediately stopped. The elevator door opens. I walked in, Tran Hao also followed. When the elevator went down, he looked at me through the mirror. “Do you really want to pressure your mother to this extent?” I looked at the changing floor numbers. “I'm pulling myself out of this situation.” The police station is not far from the apartment complex. The lights at the counter are very bright. I briefly tell the story. The police asked me if I had evidence. I showed photos, transfer history and a photo of the red mark on the back of my hand. Tran Hao stood next to him, his face increasingly unsightly. After listening, the police said: "Family conflicts can be reconciled, but coming to work to inquire about personal life and spreading untrue information all require attention." He looked at Tran Hao. "You are the husband, don't let the conflict continue to expand." Tran Hao whispered: "I know." After completing the recording, I had just walked out when the phone rang. Tieu Duong sent a recording. I opened it. Her voice was very small: "Miss Tinh, just now the receptionist told me that this afternoon your mother-in-law also asked where your department leader's office is." I stopped in front of the police station. The night wind blew from the roadside. Tran Hao asked: "What's wrong?"