Chapter 2 — The Final Flip: When I No Longer Have Patience

“What karma did I create by marrying a housebreaker like you!”

“It's Tet, but no one is allowed to rest in peace!”

Several relatives immediately pulled her up and advised her.

“Sister, please say something slowly.”

"That's right Tu Cam, your mother-in-law is older, don't make her angry."

I coldly looked at the drama before my eyes.

“Just let her cry.”

“Today, there are many things for her to cry about.”

At that moment, Uncle Phuong in the village slowly walked in with a cane. Behind him were a few curious neighbors following. Uncle Phuong had a high position. As soon as he appeared, Trieu Hong's cries automatically became smaller.

"Tu Cam, you said there are 'Tet goods' that need to be resolved, what are they?"

He glanced at Chu Minh and then looked at Trieu Hong sitting on the ground, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. I don't answer. I turned around and went straight out. Chu Minh tried to stop him but was pushed away by my brother. Trieu Hong wanted to stand up, but was stared at by the two people accompanying my brother, not daring to move. I walked out into the yard and walked towards the black SUV. Everyone's eyes followed me. Like beams of searchlight. I held the car key tightly and opened the trunk. A "thump" sound rang out. The trunk door slowly raises. Everyone craned their necks to look. Breathtaking silence. In the trunk of the car, a young girl lay there huddled together, her hair disheveled and her clothes wrinkled. It's Bach Lo. She didn't expect the car trunk to be opened suddenly, her face still had a look of panic and confusion. When she saw the whole yard full of people, her face turned pale. There were deep breaths in the crowd.

“Oh my god… isn't that… the daughter of Mr. Bach's family at the top of the village?”

“Why are you in Chu Minh's car?”

“Still… stuffed in the trunk…”

Chatter erupted like a pot of boiling water. Trieu Hong saw Bach Lo in the trunk, his eyes widened, he almost fainted. Chu Minh stood there, like a statue struck by lightning, not moving. Uncle Phuong's face darkened. He slammed the stick on the ground.

"Chu Minh! Tell me clearly! What exactly is this!"

Just as the whole yard was in chaos, a motorbike rushed straight in like crazy. A middle-aged man jumped down, who was Bach Lo's father, Bach Kien Quan. Apparently he just received my phone call and rushed straight here. When he saw his daughter's messy clothes lying in the trunk of someone else's car, his eyes immediately turned red. He rushed forward, intending to pull his daughter out. I raised my hand to block it.

“Uncle Bach, don't rush.”

My voice was calm, but it silenced everyone. I looked at Bach Lo who was pale, then glanced at the red suitcase placed next to her. I smiled softly.

“This is this year's 'Tet goods'.”

“Chu Minh said he wanted to give me a surprise.”

I turned to Bach Kien Quan, every word was clear:

“Your daughter brought this ‘surprise’… we in the Chu family are afraid we cannot accept it.”

“Tell me, how should we solve it?”

Bach Kien Quan was so angry that he was shaking, pointing at Chu Minh without being able to say a word. Trieu Hong saw that there was no way to save him and suddenly jumped up. She did not look at Bach Lo, nor did she scold Chu Minh. But pointed straight at my face, screaming bitterly:

"It's all your fault! You hen that doesn't know how to lay!"

“If it weren't for you not being able to give birth to a son, would my son have to find another woman?!”

Trieu Hong's words were like a knife, piercing everyone's ears. But it's terrifyingly familiar. The past three years, This sentence is like a curse, repeated in my ears countless times. Each time, Chu Minh stood behind her, silent. Every time that happens, I hold back. But today… it's not the same. I looked at her face distorted by jealousy and anger, smiling slightly.

“Hens don't know how to lay eggs?”

I repeated, my voice not loud, but echoing clearly throughout the yard.

“Trieu Hong, do you remember, a year ago, who knelt in front of me, begging me to get money to pay off your son's gambling debt?”

Trieu Hong's face immediately changed.

“What nonsense are you talking about!”

“Am I talking nonsense?”

I took out my phone and opened a recording.

"Everyone listen and see if I'm talking nonsense."

I pressed play. Trieu Hong's voice immediately rang out on the phone, choking and pleading.

"Tieu Cam, I beg you... consider loving me... Chu Minh is stupid, he owes twenty thousand yuan outside... if you don't help, they will beat him to death..."

The recording is clear to every word. The whole yard was silent, then each person's face began to change. Trieu Hong's face was as red as pig liver.

“You… you dare record!”

"That's right." I nodded calmly. “Not only did I record it, I also kept the transfer documents.”

I opened a screenshot and showed it to her.

“Twenty thousand yuan, transferred from my account to your account, remember?”

“That money is money my parents saved to buy a house for me.”

“I'll take it to fill your son's debt hole.”

“At that time, why didn't you say I was a 'hen that doesn't know how to lay'?”

Trieu Hong's lips trembled, unable to say a word. I turned to Chu Minh.

“What about you, my good husband.”

"Half a year ago, your business failed. Who secretly brought the dowry gold my mother gave me so you could raise capital?"

His eyes avoided, not daring to look at me.

"I also told your mother, I saved that gold myself."

“At that time, what did you promise me?”

“I said, ‘wife, I will absolutely not betray you in this life'.”

"The so-called 'no side' is stuffing another woman into the trunk of the car and bringing it home for Tet?"

My voice became colder and colder. The eyes in the yard, looking at the Chu family's mother and children, turned from curiosity to contempt. Bach Kien Quan was also so angry that his face turned pale. He finally understood what kind of person his daughter had gotten involved with. He gave Bach Lo a strong slap on the face.

"You shameless thing! Get down here!"

Bach Lo covered his face, sobbed, crawled out of the trunk, and hid behind him. Trieu Hong saw that his son was so forced that he could not raise his head, so he immediately changed direction.

"So what! It's natural for women to help their husbands!"

“Besides, all men don't go out and have fun, what's the point in doing that!”

"You can't give birth to a son, so why are you jealous?"

She pulled the story back to where it was. That was her "killer move". She firmly believes that this is my greatest weakness.

“Can't give birth to a son?”

I looked at her, my eyes filled with pity.

“Zhao Hong, do you think the Zhou family has the throne to inherit?”

“Or do you think that if I can't give birth to a son, everything I put into it is worthless?”

“Or do you think, using this excuse, it is reasonable for your son to have an affair, and it is natural for your whole family to suck my blood?”