Chapter 11 — On the wedding day, 250,000 yuan of wedding money was canceled, the future husband's family had to pay the price.

The Luc family finally couldn't stand it anymore. Under three layers of pressure: And the "third story" can explode at any time. They chose to surrender. To collect the money to return it to me. They started selling the only house the family lived in. It is a two-bedroom apartment of more than sixty square meters in the old neighborhood. This is where Luc Triet's parents lived most of their lives. It's also where he grew up as a child. Selling that house means their whole family will lose their place to live. But I don't feel any pity. All are consequences of their own doing. One week later. At Truong's law office. The two sides meet to sign the final asset return agreement. Trieu My Lan. And his father. All three were present. Trieu My Lan seemed to age more than ten years overnight. Her hair is more than half white. The wisdom and calculation of the past have disappeared. Instead there was fear and resentment that could not be hidden. She looked at me. His eyes were as sharp as a poisoned knife. Luc Triet's father kept his head down from beginning to end. Don't say a word. Like a defeated rooster. As for Luc Triet... His eyes looked at me extremely complicated. There is regret. There is unwillingness. There is begging. And also numb despair. Before signing the agreement. He still tried to struggle one last time.

“Tieu Hoa…”

His voice was hoarse. Carrying an almost humble plea.

“The money... we already paid.”

“The house is also sold.”

“Your job is also gone.”

“My family has nothing left now.”

He raised his head to look at me. His eyes were full of pleading.

“Maybe…”

“Can we stop here?”

“Please forgive us.”

He said. I paid the price. Then you will receive forgiveness. He said. Everything ends here. But he was wrong. I looked at him. Calmly ask:

“Do you want to know what the third story is all about?”

Luc Triet was stunned. Instinctively nodded. Right then. Trieu My Lan's body trembled. Both hands clenched the armrests of the chair until they turned white. My eyes slowly left Luc Triet's face. Then it stopped on Trieu My Lan's bloodless face. I smiled softly. Then slowly spoke up.

“Aunt Trieu.”

"Previously, I was an accountant for the unit, and just retired not long ago."

“Must be very knowledgeable about finance and related policies.”

Trieu My Lan's pupils immediately contracted violently. Lips started to turn white. I don't care about her reaction. Continue speaking in a calm tone.

“Just two months before our wedding.”

“Aunt and uncle transferred the small business in my name to my younger brother.”

“That's also Luc Triet's uncle.”

“The transfer price is just a symbolic currency.”

“Am I wrong?”

Trieu My Lan's face immediately changed. I still continue.

“You think this was done very secretly.”

“The share transfer contract is also flawless.”

“But it's a pity.”

“You guys forget what I do.”

I gently leaned back in the chair.

“As an interior designer.”

“What I do best is finding the key point among countless seemingly unrelated details.”

“I'll do a little investigating.”

“And discovered everything.”

Luc Triet looked at his parents. His eyes were full of surprise and confusion. He was completely unaware of this. Tone My words are like a sharp scalpel. Layer by layer exposes their family's dirtiest secrets.

“Your goal is very simple.”

"The main purpose is for Luc Triet to qualify for approval for social housing for low-income households of the unit."

Those words were like a real bomb. Exploded in Luc Triet's head. Also exploded in the meeting room. Trieu My Lan's face immediately lost the color of blood. White as paper. She jumped to her feet. But because my legs were weak, I fell down on the chair. Makes a heavy noise. I looked at that soulless appearance.