Chapter 11 — Three hours before the wedding, I locked the house as a dowry

1 am. The first video was officially taken down. I don't laugh. Just open the task tracking sheet and add one line:

"Public opinion section - First processing completed."

After the explanation is posted. A strange girl sent me a private message. She wrote just one sentence:

"I also signed a piece of paper that I didn't understand well before the wedding day."

I looked at that sentence for a long time. Don't give advice. Don't teach her what to do. I just answer:

"Take photos and back up all the documents you have in hand."

Because I suddenly realized. My story is probably not a unique case. So many doors... They all started being opened from a seemingly harmless piece of paper. My mother just glanced at the red fingerprint and her hand began to tremble.

“Mom never snitched.”

She held my wrist tightly.

“That day, my mother's right thumb still had a band-aid on it.”

“Teared by a cloth cutter.”

“I remember very clearly.”

After speaking, mom immediately opened the photo album on her phone. She found a photo taken on the evening of July 26. That day she sent me a photo of a bowl of green bean sweet soup. In the corner of the photo, the right hand is revealed. The thumb is wrapped in a white bandage. Meanwhile... The date of signing on the Capital Contribution Explanation was July 27. The next afternoon. The mediation session is held at the community mediation room. Ton Thu Binh arrived. Phan Nghien Chu arrived. Phan Khai Nam also came. Chuc Dong Nghieu in particular did not appear. He directed someone to bring the file. Tham Le placed the tape recorder in the middle of the table.

“Do the parties agree to record the entire meeting today?”

Ton Thu Binh laughed coldly.

“Our house is upright.”

“What is there to fear?”

The original copy of the Joint Funding Explanation was spread out on the table. The paper is still very new. The signature is still clear. The red fingerprint is also very complete. What's worth noting is... The fingerprint lines are continuous and seamless. There were no signs of disruption caused by the wound or the bandage. I turned to look at Phan Khai Nam.

“That 60,000 yuan in cash, what day did you give it?”

“July 29 afternoon.”

“Where does the money come from?”

“The money I saved myself.”

I opened my phone. Show on the screen a photo of the transaction that La Nhue sent.

“July 31.”

“I borrowed 20,000 yuan from La Nhue to repay the online loan.”

“But on July 29, you can take out 60,000 yuan in cash?”

“Explain.”

Phan Khai Nam's face immediately changed. Right at that moment. My mother placed her hand on the table. Her voice was very light. But every word is clear.

“I just signed the paper confirming the location of electricity and water.”

“I have never signed a capital contribution paper.”

“Never pointed any finger.”

“July 27.”

“My right thumb is injured.”

“I can't make fingerprints like this.”

She showed a photo of a bowl of green bean sweet soup for everyone to see. Original photo still has full shooting time. After watching, the conciliator frowned.

“This fingerprint is indeed problematic.”

“Further investigation is needed.”

Phan Nghien Chu immediately raised his hand to retrieve the original documents. I held the edge of the paper tightly.

“If it had been brought here today.”

“Then please ask the conciliation room to back up the file.”

“You can bring the original back.”

“But the copy must have the receipt stamp of today's mediation.”

Ton Thu Binh's face immediately changed. What she doesn't want The most... is keeping records. Because from start to finish. She just wants to use this paper to pressure others. Not for it to enter a formal verification process. After the copy is stamped. La Nhue sent a new screenshot. This is a conversation with Phan Khai Nam. It says:

"Those fingerprints weren't her own."

"What are you afraid of?"

"My mother said so."

"Red stamp ink can also be found at the tailor shop."

I stood outside the community center gate. The wind blew the documents in my hand, making a rustling sound. The next step is no longer simply proving that the Phan family has problems. It's about proving... How those fake fingerprints were created. When my mother raised her right hand in the mediation room, the whole room was silent. Old scars are very pale. But it's like a thin line. One side is a fake fingerprint. One side is the real person. Ton Thu Binh looked at that finger. Her lips moved slightly. She of course knew there was a problem with that paper. But she understood one thing more clearly.