Chapter 4 — Son gives father 10,000 yuan, biological mother 500 yuan

Lam Kien Quoc slowly took a cigarette and walked over, patted Lam Hien's shoulder, and looked at me with contemptuous eyes.

"Did you hear that? Tieu Hien is just thinking about you."

“How much money can you save from that torn house of yours?”

"It's only a few tens of thousands of yuan, so what about giving it to my son? I can't even use it if I keep it. It's better to buy bags for my wife and daughter-in-law."

Vuong Phuong also shook his waist and walked up, his red nails pointing straight at my face, his tone sour:

"A yellow-faced old woman like you, even if she has money, she doesn't know how to spend it. It's better to contribute a little to this house."

I looked at the three ugly faces before me, my stomach churning with nausea.

“I contribute?”

I looked at Lam Kien Quoc, my voice was calm but each word was like a knife stabbing.

“That year, he ran up a lot of gambling debt, secretly mortgaged his house, and left his wife and children.”

"Twenty years of not giving my son a dime, never taking care of a patient, never paying tuition."

“What have you contributed?”

Lam Kien Quoc's face stiffened, and then his embarrassment turned into anger.

“Back then it was because I didn't have the conditions!”

"Now that my son has a future, if I raise him when he's young, he'll raise me when I'm old, that's natural!"

"Of course?"

I laughed coldly.

"You didn't raise it every day, so why would you expect it to take care of you when you're old?"

“The one who really stays up all night and raises it single-handedly is me.”

“What about the results?”

“You pay 10,000 yuan every month.”

“And I only have 500 yuan.”

“Is that what you guys call for granted?”

My daughter-in-law, Tieu Nha, also stepped forward to pull Lam Hien's hand and said coldly:

“Mom, what you said is not right.”

“No matter what dad is, he's still dad.”

"Besides, it's not safe for you to keep that much money, so give it to Hien for help. We'll still take care of you in the future."

I looked at her.

“Tieu Nha, three years since you married into this house, I have served you like a sin.”

"Cooking rice, doing laundry, waking up in the middle of the night to stew soup to nourish her."

“Have you guys ever given me any money?”

“The day I retired, I had a reunion dinner where I had to buy the food myself, cook it myself, and bring it to the table myself.”

“You guys can't even get through the kitchen door.”

“Is that what you call taking care of me?”

Tieu Nha's face immediately turned white and she was so choked that she couldn't say a word. Lam Hien immediately stood in front of his wife and angrily shouted at me:

"Diep Nhiem! Mom, don't be unreasonable!"

I laughed. It's like I just heard the funniest story in the world.

“Lam Hien.”

“Who is shameless now?”

“I raised you for more than twenty years.”

“Now you join forces with outsiders to bully your own mother.”

“Do you still have face?”

Vuong Phuong immediately rushed up to cause chaos, turned to the crowd of passersby and shouted:

“Everyone, come and see!”

“This old woman has money but refuses to let her son spend it, planning to keep the money to raise a man!”

People around began to gather to watch the excitement, pointing and chatting. Unable to argue with me, he started making up stories. But I don't care. I directly took out my phone, turned on the recording and held it straight in front of them.

“You guys just keep going.”

“Just now, I recorded all of your threats, blackmail, and insults.”

“Let's go to the police and then go to court to talk.”

The expressions of all four people immediately changed.

“Do you dare record?”

Lam Hien rushed forward to steal the phone. I leaned away and said coldly:

“I said it one last time.”

“My money is not involved to you even for half a cent.”

"If you continue to meddle, I will immediately report to the police."

Having finished speaking, I turned around and left. Decisive steps. No hesitation. Behind him, Lam Hien was so angry that he shouted:

“Mom will regret it!”

“Don't beg me to take care of your mother in the future!”

The corners of my lips curled slightly. I just find it extremely ironic. Beg for it? Not possible in this lifetime.