Chapter 11 — The Stolen Heir For Thirty Years

The two people's faces turned red and white, and they finally understood that the play had completely collapsed. Staying only made them lose more face. They stood up, bowed their heads and retreated under the disdainful eyes of everyone around them. A riotous scene finally ended. Returning home, my mother held my hand tightly, tears falling uncontrollably.

“Tieu Tinh, you have suffered.”

My father pounded the table, unable to hide his anger.

"I don't know what kind of person he is. I was really looking at the wrong person before!"

I gently comforted them, trying to keep everything calm.

“It's okay, Mom and Dad, everything's over.”

"We are going to Nanjing, we will no longer have anything to do with them."

Chu Vu also stood seriously in front of my parents, his voice low but sincere.

“Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, my family caused trouble for you two.”

“I guarantee that in the future, this will not happen again.”

My father looked at him with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to say something but didn't. Finally just let out a sigh.

“Chu Vu, you are a good child.”

“But that house… is a bottomless pit.”

"You dare to break away, that's right."

That night, we didn't go home. I'm afraid they won't let go and will come and cause trouble again. We stayed at my parents' house, in a room that was familiar but full of strange feelings. At night, I lay awake, my eyes wide open in the darkness. Even though today's two matches were won, there was still a dull insecurity in my heart. Slander and appropriation, fake contracts... those two things are like two rocks weighing heavily on my chest. As long as there is no final conclusion, everything can still reverse at any time. I told Chu Vu all my worries, my voice was so low that it almost disappeared into the air. He hugged me in his arms, his voice was deep and warm, carrying a calmness that made people trust him.

“Don't worry, the results will come soon.”

“Tomorrow… is when the real counterattack begins.”

I looked up at him, in the darkness I could only see the vague outline of his face.

“What do you mean?”

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if holding a decisive card in his hand.

“Remember my brother's canceled project?”

“Remember… is something wrong?”

“The person in charge of that project… was my senior from college.”

“The relationship… is very close.”

I jumped up from his arms, my heart beating so loudly I could almost hear it.

“So… Chu Cuong's project was canceled… because of you?”

Chu Vu did not answer directly, just looked at me with bottomless eyes.

“It's just the beginning.”

“All these years, he has had smooth sailing... because his family pumped him in, and also because I stood behind him to clear the way.”

“Does he really think those relationships and those projects are because of his abilities?”

“Poorly innocent.”

“Now, I will pull him down from above.”

“Tell him… without this ‘talisman’, what is he?”

His voice was calm, but underneath was the undercurrent of thirty years of oppression. Resentment, injustice, patience... it all accumulates, eventually bursting. The next morning, Chu Vu's phone rang. It's from the police department.

"Mr. Chu Vu, regarding the incident you reported regarding the document forgery of Chu Cuong and Vuong Cam, the appraisal results are available."

13 Evidence Like a Mountain The voice on the other side was calm, but to me it was like a thunderclap in my ear. Chu Vu held my hand and led me Entering the headquarters, where the air is cold and strict, people do not dare to breathe loudly. At the end of the hallway, we saw Chu Cuong and Vuong Cam. They sat there, their faces gray, like two defeated chickens, without any arrogance left. When they saw us, their eyes were filled with hatred and fear. A middle-aged policeman received us, placing a report with a red stamp in front of us.

“The assessment results have been completed.”

His voice held no emotion, but each word was as heavy as a hammer.

"The signature on the gift contract... does not match the real signatures of Mr. Chu Vu and Ms. Hua Tinh."

“Confirmed to be fake.”

I let out a long breath, as if I had just escaped an invisible rope. But it doesn't stop there.

“In addition, on the document we extracted two very clear fingerprints.”

"After comparison, it completely matches the fingerprints of Chu Cuong and Vuong Cam."

This sentence was like a fatal blow. Vuong Cam cried out and almost fell off his chair. Chu Cuong trembled violently, as if his spine had just been ripped out.

“Comrade police officer… this is a misunderstanding!”

He stood up, stuttering.

“We were just… just joking with my brother!”

"That's right! Just kidding! We'll cancel immediately!"

The two of them frantically tried to defend themselves, their words were fragmented and could not form sentences. The policeman looked at them, his eyes cold as ice.