Chapter 8 — The Stolen Heir For Thirty Years

10 Pulling Firewood From the Bottom of the Pot As soon as I stepped out of the hospital gate, my phone rang, the screen displayed an unfamiliar number. I hesitated for a second, then pressed the button to listen, a bad premonition clearly rising.

“Is that Hua Tinh?”

On the other end of the line was a cold male voice, without any emotion.

“Yes, it's me.”

I replied, my heart clenching slightly.

“We are the economic investigation team of the City Police.”

That person continued, each word as clear as freezing the air.

"Her husband, Chu Vu, is suspected of being involved in a case of property appropriation at work."

"Now, I request you two to immediately go to the investigation coordination unit. Before everything is clarified, all of his mobilization orders will be suspended, and he will also be personally banned from leaving the city."

My head "buzzed", all thoughts seemed to be erased, the phone slipped from my hand, fell to the ground, the screen broke into pieces. Chu Vu supported me, bent down to pick up the phone, put it to his ear and listened to the words on the other side repeat, his face gradually darkened to an unprecedented level.

“Okay, we understand.”

He calmly hung up, but that calmness was like a thin layer of ice covering the storm rolling underneath. I looked at him, my lips trembling uncontrollably, my voice hoarse.

“Chu Vu… this… is what they did, right?”

“It's my dad, it's definitely him!”

A move to pull firewood from the bottom of the pot, hitting straight at what we value most—the future and opportunities. I really underestimated that seemingly gentle man. He had no social skills, but he used all his tricks on his own son. As long as Chu Vu is charged with a crime, even if he is later exonerated, during the investigation period, the transfer order will be suspended, and the opportunity to go to Nanjing will disappear without a trace. As for the record, there will forever be an indelible stain, enough to ruin the entire future path. Too cruel, no longer biased, but wanting to destroy him. Chu Vu clenched his fist until it made a cracking sound, his eyes curled with intense anger, but then he forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath, looked at me, his voice as solid as stone.

“Tieu Tinh, don't be afraid.”

“We didn't do anything wrong, they can't keep you.”

We didn't go home, but drove straight to Chu Vu's unit, where two police cars were parked in front of the gate. Several people wearing uniforms stood with the unit leaders, their eyes looking at us were filled with scrutiny, suspicion and coldness. Headmaster Vuong, who once praised Chu Vu, now looked at him as if he were a stranger.

“Chu Vu, follow me.”

His voice was cold, lacking any intimacy. Chu Vu was taken into the meeting room, and I was stopped in the hallway, I could only stand there, my heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to burst. Inside, there was the sound of strict questioning from the police, mixed with the disappointed sighs of the leaders. I took out my phone, my hands shaking, looking for Chu Chinh Duc's number, wanting to ask clearly, wanting to ask why he could be so cruel. But before he could call, the phone rang again. This time it's my mother. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard her choking.

“Tieu Tinh, come home now!”

"Your parents-in-law brought your eldest brother, sister-in-law, and even the youngest child to stand in front of our house!"

“They sat down on the ground, crying and making trouble, saying I was unfilial, saying Chu Vu You are ungrateful, even saying that you forced their entire family to death!”

“There were so many neighbors coming out to watch, everyone was pointing and talking, I didn't know what to do!”

My eyes darkened and I almost collapsed. Before we could put out the fire on one side, the other side was already on fire. They even came to my house to riot, wanting to destroy both our honor and our lives. At that moment, the meeting room door opened and a young police officer walked out, holding a sealed bag in his hand. Inside is a stack of documents. He stopped in front of me, his voice expressionless.

“Is the signature in here yours?”

I looked down, my heart seemed to fall straight into the abyss. It's a contract to donate to the house. It was clearly written on the paper that Chu Vu and I voluntarily transferred the only house in our names to Chu Cuong. At the end of the document, there were signatures from both of us, and even red fingerprints. But we never signed this thing. I immediately raised my head, my eyes touching the far hallway. Chu Cuong and Vuong Cam were standing there, cruel smiles on their lips as if they had just completed a move.