Chapter 7 — The 420 Thousand Yuan Car And The Marriage Was Returned

The three of them opened their mouths together. So I became crazy. Right at that moment. The doorbell rang. The building management staff led two neighbors to stand outside the door.

"Someone reported that your house was making noise."

Bui's mother immediately changed her face.

"Sorry."

"Just two kids arguing."

"My future daughter-in-law has a bit of a big temper."

"Using scissors with the intention of injuring someone else."

"We are advising."

The neighbors' eyes looking at me immediately changed. The manager looked at the scraps of paper on the floor and then looked at my face. Obviously there was some hesitation. Bui Nghien Chu stepped forward and lowered his voice:

"Sorry mom."

"I'll pretend tonight never happened."

Outside the window, the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance. Not to my house. But Bui's mother seemed to be reminded. She immediately took out her phone.

"If you don't apologize."

"I'll call the police."

"Accusing her of violence and intentionally causing injury."

I haven't said anything yet. Nguyen Niem Niem suddenly cried and rushed out the door.

"Don't call the police."

"Miss Tri Vi didn't mean it."

She didn't know when a red scratch appeared on her arm. Slim and long. It looked like it had been dragged through. Luc Thanh immediately pointed straight at me.

"It's her!"

Bui Nghien Chu's eyes looked at me... Finally, it was cold to the core.

"Hua Tri Vi."

"When did you finally become like this?"

The lights in the police station were so white it was blinding. The police on duty arranged for us to sit separately. Nguyen Niem Niem wore a bandage on his arm and cried so much that he could barely breathe. Bui's mother sat next to her and patted her back, constantly comforting her:

"Good child, don't be afraid."

"With you here, I will definitely get justice for you."

Luc Thanh gave the pre-recorded video to the police. In the video, there is only a scene where I use scissors to cut wedding invitations. Bui Nghien Chu's finger was bleeding. Nguyen Niem Niem fell to the ground. There was no scene where Bui Nghien Chu slapped me. There is also no scene where Nguyen Niem Niem actively reaches out to touch the blade of the scissors. Because the person filming the video... was Luc Thanh. The police looked at me and asked:

"Was the wound on her hand caused by you?"

I looked at Nguyen Niem Niem. She hid behind Bui Nghien Chu, not daring to raise her head. Bui Nghien Chu said in a deep voice:

"Just apologize."

"Compensate medical expenses for Niem Niem."

"This matter can be ignored."

"And about the wedding..."

"Let's go home and talk."

Those two words came out of his mouth like a piece of cold, rotten meat.

"Not me."

The hand taking the police report paused.

"So who is it?"

Nguyen Niem Niem immediately burst into tears:

"Forget it."

"I won't pursue it anymore."

"Miss Tri Vi is only because she loves Mr. Nghien Chu so much that she lost control like that."

Bui's mother also sighed:

"Comrade police saw it."

"This girl's jealousy is too strong."

"My family loves him and doesn't want to send him to prison."

"But anyway, I have to give Niem Niem an explanation."

The police turned to look at me.

"Do you have proof?"

I took out my phone. The surveillance camera application icon in the living room is still there. It's a small camera I bought to easily monitor the betel pot my grandmother left behind. Last year it broke once. Bui Nghien Chu criticized it for taking up network bandwidth, so he unplugged the power source. Who I also know it's no longer usable. The moment he saw that symbol, Bui Nghien Chu's eyebrows moved slightly. I open the cloud storage section. The data download circle rotates for a long time. Finally, the screen displays a message: Device offline, no recording data. Bui's mother burst out laughing.

"See?"

"He started making up stories again."

Nguyen Niem Niem bowed his head. Shoulders trembled slightly. I don't know if I'm crying... Or holding back my laughter. A tired look appeared in Bui Nghien Chu's eyes.

"Hua Tri Vi."

That moment... I truly understood. It's not that he doesn't know the truth. It's that he feels... My truth doesn't matter. The police asked the two sides to reconcile. Compensation 3,000 yuan. Write an apology letter. I don't agree. Bui's mother immediately slammed the table:

"If you don't agree, then follow the law!"

"We're going to assess the injury!"

"We're suing!"

Nguyen Niem Niem quickly pulled her back.

"Auntie, don't be like that."

"After this, Tri Vi still has to live."

Finished saying that. She glanced at me. There were no tears in the eyes. There was only faint satisfaction. The police issued a reminder:

"If both sides refuse to give way."

"The case will last a long time."

"Miss Hua, your work unit may also be affected."

Work unit. Those four words made Bui Nghien Chu's eyes light up as if he had caught something. He walked in front of me. The voice calmed down.

"Next month you have to be approved for team leader position, right?"

"If you have a reputation for being involved in an intentional injury case..."

"How do you think the human resources department will perceive it?"

"Just apologize first."

"Put this down."

"I guarantee it."

"The wedding is still going on as before."

The corner of my lip was torn. The smell of blood spread across the tip of the tongue.