Chapter 4 — Pretending to be Fired Once, Enough to See Eight Years of Marriage Clearly

I laughed.

"I forced you..."

"Or do you guys come here with documents ready, forcing me to sell the house?"

Ma Lan Anh felt like her tail was stepped on and immediately stood up.

"Who forced you to sell the house?"

I picked up the torn piece of authorization paper from the floor.

"Scope of authorization: Authorized to sell real estate."

I showed that exact line in front of her.

"Do you know how to read?"

Ma Lan Anh was still speechless.

"That's the broker's form. They wrote it wrong."

"Who is looking for a broker?"

No one answered. Han Lo bowed his head and stroked the rim of the cup. Han Tuan glanced at her. Just that one look... I understood everything. I looked at Han Lo.

"Is that what you're looking for?"

She immediately raised her head.

"I just know people."

"What does it have to do with you?"

I nodded slightly.

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Then let my lawyer ask tomorrow."

For the first time... A look of panic appeared on Han Tuan's face. He stepped in front of me.

"Diep Trung, there's no need for outsiders to interfere in the matter between us and our husband."

I smiled faintly.

"So your sister just now isn't an outsider?"

His face immediately darkened.

"Don't say anything so full of thorns."

"I'll just return the words you once said to me intact."

I walked around him, intending to return to the bedroom. Han Tuan reached out and held my wrist tightly. The force is very strong. I stopped walking, bowed my head and looked at the hand holding me.

"Let go."

He lowered his voice.

"Stop making such a fuss."

I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes.

"I said..."

"Let go."

He looked at me intently, as if considering whether I really dared to turn my face or not. At that moment... The doorbell rang. Everyone turned their heads to look towards the door. I forcefully pushed his hand away and walked over to open the door. Outside is the building manager and two people in uniform. The manager smiled wryly.

"Miss Diep, the neighbor downstairs just reported that there was an argument at your house."

A person in uniform looked inside the apartment and calmly said:

"It doesn't matter who reports it."

"We received information..."

"Some people are being forced to sign documents related to real estate."

As soon as he finished speaking... The expressions of everyone in the room changed. Han Tuan was the first to react. He immediately stepped forward.

"It's just a misunderstanding, it's all just a misunderstanding."

The smile on his lips was stiff and forced.

"The family was just talking about the house, talking a little loudly."

The person in uniform turned to look at me.

"Are you Diep Trung?"

"Did anyone force you to sign the papers?"

Ma Lan Anh immediately interrupted.

"Do not have!"

"She is my daughter-in-law, how can we harm her?"

Han Lo also stood up.

"It's just a family discussion. She just lost her job so she's not in a stable mood."

I glanced at her.

"Whether I'm in a good mood or not doesn't change the truth..."

"On this document it is clearly stated that the house is authorized to sell."

I bent down to pick up the authorization paper that had been torn in half. Although torn, important provisions are still intact. I gave it to the person in uniform.

"This is the house I bought before I got married."

"Just now they forced me to sign."

The smile on Han Tuan's face completely disappeared.

"Diep Trung, do you really have to go to this extent?"

I don't look at him.

"I'm just telling the truth."

The person in uniform received the paper, looked it over, and asked me:

"Have you signed yet?"

"Do you agree to sign?"

He nodded.

"Then there's no need to sign."

"Any documents related to the disposition of real estate must be based on the owner's own free will."

"If someone coerces or threatens you, you can absolutely report it to the police."

Ma Lan Ying's face was extremely unsightly.

"Comrade, we really don't force you."

"It's just family members helping each other."

I took out my phone.

"So can I play the recording?"

Han Tuan immediately turned around.

"Diep Trung!"

His voice was very low. But full of warning. The person in uniform looked at him.

"Let her talk."

I opened the recording. Once again, the conversation on the balcony last night echoed in the living room. From the story of 3,800 yuan for living expenses... To the sentence Ma Lan Anh said from now on, I will only know how to live off her son... Then the sentence:

"Absolutely do not let Diep Trung know about that card."

Ma Lan Anh's face stiffened little by little. Han Lo's lips moved but he couldn't say a word. Han Tuan stood still in place. His eyes were cold as if covered with a layer of ice. Halfway through the recording, I pressed stop.

"The back is still there."