Chapter 9 — The Stolen Heir For Thirty Years

11 False Evidence

“We didn't sign this!”

I spoke loudly, my voice shaking with anger.

“This is fake!”

The young police officer frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with my reaction.

"Whether it's fake or not, we will send it for examination."

“For now, this document will be sealed as evidence.”

“Before determining the ownership of the property, the two people are not allowed to carry out any transactions, including selling or mortgaging.”

Having finished speaking, he turned and left. Chu Cuong and Vuong Cam followed behind, their steps leisurely as if enjoying victory. When passing by me, Vuong Cam lowered his voice and smiled sinisterly.

“Sister-in-law, stop struggling.”

“You guys… won't fight us.”

"My parents have already said that if you two don't stay for one day, they won't withdraw your application for one day."

"Using positions, forging signatures, and then coming to your house to cause chaos."

“I don't believe I can't tarnish your reputation!”

"When that time comes, don't say go to Nanjing, you won't even be able to keep your current job!"

I was so angry that I trembled, my nails dug deep into my palms without feeling any pain. Shameless to the core, I have never seen anyone who can lower themselves to this level just to achieve their goals. At that moment, Chu Vu walked out of the meeting room, his face was so calm that it made others feel uneasy. He glanced at the "gift contract", then looked at Chu Cuong and Vuong Cam who were full of satisfaction, but did not get angry or make threats. He just walked up to me, gently patted my back, his voice was low and steady.

“Don't be angry because of them, it's not worth it.”

Then he turned to the young policeman, his eyes becoming sharp.

“I have something to say.”

The police officer stopped and turned to look at him.

“First, the accusation of usurpation of office is completely slanderous.”

"The project in the complaint, all the books are clear, I don't hesitate to investigate."

“I request that the accuser be prosecuted, and will sue for slander and fabrication.”

He spoke each sentence clearly, not too fast, not slow, but full of weight.

“Second, about this gift contract.”

The corner of his lips curled up, carrying a cold feeling.

“I request signature and fingerprint verification.”

“At the same time, I also want to report the crime.”

“My brother Chu Cuong, and sister-in-law Vuong Cam, committed acts of forging documents, aiming to appropriate our legal assets.”

The faces of the two people immediately changed, as if they were splashed with cold water. They did not expect that in the situation of being investigated, Chu Vu could counterattack so decisively.

"Chu Vu! You are slandering!"

Chu Cuong screamed, his voice cracking with panic.

"Slander or not, we'll have to wait until the results of the appraisal."

Chu Vu responded calmly, his eyes filled with unshakable confidence. The young police officer looked at him for a moment, then looked back at the documents in his hand, and finally nodded.

“Okay, your request will be accepted.”

After the police led Chu Cuong and Vuong Cam away, director Vuong walked over, his expression complicated and hard to say.

“Chu Vu, what exactly is going on, how did a family come to this point?”

Chu Vu looked at him, his eyes as calm as water.

“This is my personal matter, but now it has become a criminal case.”

“I believe in the organization and also believe that the law will give me justice.”

“During the investigation, I will cooperate fully present, but after being cleared, I hope the unit will restore my job and transfer procedures."

His attitude is calm, not condescending but also not confrontational, making it impossible to refute. Director Vuong sighed and finally nodded.

“Don't worry, we won't let good people suffer unjustly.”

Leaving the unit, we immediately ran to my parents' house. On the way I couldn't hold back anymore, my voice was full of worry.

“Chu Vu, they made that contract too delicately, what if… what if the appraisal fails?”

I was really scared, the signature and fingerprints were so real it was scary. Chu Vu held my hand, his palm was warm and firm, like an unshakable fulcrum.

"Don't worry, they can fake words, but they can't fake habits."

“I prepared in advance.”

I froze, not understanding.

“What do you mean?”

Chu Vu took out a folder of documents from the car compartment and opened it to see a copy of our previous house purchase contract. He pointed to the signature spot, his voice low.

“Look closely here.”

I bent down and looked closely. In the last stroke of the word "Vu", right below the small curve...