Chapter 9 — The Day I Locked 9,200,000 Yuan Into the Trust Fund

Facing the camera, Trinh Dao cried pitifully.

“I just want a place to stay…”

“But my sister-in-law wants to destroy my whole family…”

At that moment, I led a team of lawyers to push the door and enter. The large screen on the back suddenly lit up. In the video, Trinh Yen is rummaging through the bedroom. Finally he took away my bank card. Immediately after that was a video in the transaction room, where the mother-in-law loudly said:

“Using my daughter-in-law's money to buy a house for my sister is natural!”

The frame is clear to every word. The whole hall immediately erupted into commotion. The reporters were frantically taking photos, the microphone was almost close to Trinh Dao's face.

“Miss Trinh, is this what you call being framed?”

"Mr. Trinh, you are suspected of appropriating your wife's personal property. Do you have any explanation?"

Trinh Yen's face turned pale, there was absolutely no way out. Trinh Dao sat down on the ground, completely speechless. After the press conference, Trinh Yen was taken to coordinate the investigation. Although in the end the police did not file a case because the card was returned and the actual money was not lost... But his reputation completely collapsed. That afternoon, the planning institute directly posted a layoff notice.

“Due to serious violations of professional ethics and signs of violating the law, decision to dismiss.”

Trinh Yen was completely sealed off in the industry. My mother-in-law cries every day and causes chaos at home. Because of high blood pressure, my father-in-law had to be hospitalized again. The Trinh family was in complete chaos. Two months later, the divorce case officially opened in court. Trinh Yen still wanted to struggle one last time. His lawyer tried to claim the share profits in my name.

“During the marriage period, the south has made a positive contribution to the family.”

"Therefore, Mr. Trinh has the right to share a portion of the women's share profits."

Tham Duat smiled slightly, then presented new evidence.

"This is a bank statement showing that after getting married, Mr. Trinh transferred the couple's common property many times to his sister, Trinh Dao."

“The total amount is up to 500,000 yuan.”

"In addition, the shares in the female side's name belong to the pre-marital trust property, completely unrelated to the male side."

After reviewing all the evidence, the judge officially pronounced the sentence:

“Reject all of the south's demands.”

“The south must return the 500,000 yuan arbitrarily transferred from the common property within ten days.”

After hearing the verdict, Trinh Yen's whole body fell limp onto the chair. The mother-in-law sitting in the audience immediately burst into tears. After the verdict took effect, the Trinh family was completely unable to find 500,000 yuan. To pay off the debt, they were forced to sell the house they lived in. That is the amount of money accumulated for nearly half of the life of Trinh Quoc Luong and his wife. On the day of moving house, the whole Trinh family was busy cleaning up the messy furniture. I brought the moving company in, calmly commanded the staff to take away all the furniture I had ever bought. Looking at the empty living room with only four walls, the mother-in-law immediately shouted:

“Hua Tri Y!”

“You didn't even leave the sofa for us?”

I calmly replied:

“They are all things I paid for.”

“Why should I leave it to you?”

Trinh Dao stood next to me, looking at me, with only fear left in his eyes.

“Sister-in-law… I was wrong…”

“Please forgive my family…”

Me look at her.

“I've never done anything to you guys.”

“This is the main path you choose.”

Finally, the Trinh family moved to an old rented room in the suburbs. Because her reputation has completely collapsed, Trinh Yen can only work for a small, unknown design studio, drawing for hire to make a living with a meager income. Trinh Dao was given a disciplinary record so he couldn't even get a diploma, and in the end he could only work as a cashier in a supermarket. Every day, her mother-in-law and Trinh Quoc Luong argued endlessly in the cramped rented house, blaming each other back and forth. One time, I went to the mall with my sister to buy clothes. At that moment, Trinh Yen was standing outside the center door handing over drawings to the small workshop. He was wearing a shirt that had faded from too much washing, holding a drawing book tightly in his hand, his whole body skinny and walking in a big circle. His eyes stopped on the designer bags in my hand. Then he unconsciously hid his hands behind his back, as if he felt so self-conscious that he didn't know where to put them. I coldly glanced at him. Don't even stop walking, go straight towards the elevator. My sister took my arm and smiled and asked:

“What do you want to eat tonight?”

I curled my lips and smiled slightly.

“Let's eat Japanese food.”

Trinh Yen stood still in place. Like a transparent shadow forgotten by the world, silently watching us leave. Five years later. Thanh Hoa officially listed on the stock exchange, market value exceeded 5 billion yuan. I, as the group's president, stood in the middle of the stage at the bell-ringing ceremony. The bright light shined directly on me. Under the stands, applause echoed like waves. My sister stood below looking at me, her eyes filled with pride. Phung Giai was beside him cheering until his voice was hoarse. That moment... I finally stood on the peak that truly belonged to me. The secretary walked to the side, lowered his voice and reported:

"General Hua, I heard that Trinh Yen, because of continuing suspicions of plagiarism, has been completely banned from the industry."

“He is currently working as a worker at the construction site.”

I raised my glass of champagne and slowly turned around to look at the brightly lit river outside the window.

“Those people?”

“I forgot a long time ago.”

End of story.