Hann Pan woke up with a gun muzzle inches from his head.

In his own bed. In his own Markham house.

“Where is the money?”

He was ordered to go downstairs.

Stepping into the hallway, he briefly glimpsed his daughter, Jennifer, at the other end of the corridor, standing outside her bedroom with a second man. They were speaking in soft voices and Pan couldn’t hear what was said.

But he was being nudged down the spiral staircase. “I had to obey the order of the person who held the gun.”

Downstairs, in the TV room, Pan found his wife, Bich. She was on the sofa, still soaking her feet in a pail, having returned while Pan was sleeping from her weekly line-dancing excursion. She too had a gun aimed at the base of her neck, held by a third intruder.

“She said, ‘how could they enter our house?’ I said, I do not know, I was sleeping.”

In those moments Pan thought the men “wanted to rob our property, not to kill my wife.”

The man who was covering his wife with the gun told Pan: “Shut up. You talk too much.” And the one who’d marched Pan down the stairs demanded: “Where’s the f---- money!”

Pan said he didn’t have much cash on him, only $60 in the pocket of his pants, left upstairs, but his possessions were valuable.

“Liar! I need f----- money, nothing else!”

The man still upstairs checked Pan’s wallet, yelling down that what Pan had said was true.

One of the downstairs gunmen, Pan isn’t sure which, then used his weapon to strike Pan behind his left ear.

And that’s as far as the 60-year-old got on Tuesday, recounting the terrifying events of an apparent home invasion on Nov. 8, 2010, that ended with Bich Pan dead — shot twice in the head, once in the back — and Pan hospitalized, in an induced coma, as doctors fought to save his life. The assailants had put something over his face, then shot him twice, once in the shoulder and once through the eye.

But it hadn’t been merely a violent home invasion, the prosecution is contending. It was a murder plot to get rid of the Pans, mother and father, orchestrated by their then 23-year-old daughter Jennifer out of hatred and greed and an obsessive love for one of the four men now sitting alongside her in the dock. All five have been charged with first-degree murder and attempted murder.

She is a tall, slim, bespectacled woman — one of two beloved children born to the Pans after they arrived in Canada as Vietnamese refugees. Brother Felix, who preceded his father to the witness stand in the Newmarket court — never once looking at his sister — was not at home on the night of the assault.

In the prosecution’s opening statement last week, Crown attorney Jennifer Halajian told the jury that the armed men dragged the parents at gun-point to the basement, where both were shot.

“They were shot again and again and again and left for dead,” she said. “It was all arranged and paid for by their daughter — the daughter who Bich Pan, in her dying moments, had pleaded to be spared.

It was all, the Crown maintains, a staged crime, concocted by Jennifer Pan because her parents refused to let her see any more of her lover, Daniel Wong, now among the accused. Her parents, dead, were worth a combined $170,000 in life insurance. They had about $200,000 in the bank and the mortgage on their elegant home had been paid off only six months earlier.

By that point in her life, court has heard, Jennifer Pan had spent years living a life of deception and been finally found out.

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Hann Pan testified to this yesterday. After high school, Jennifer had told her parents that she was studying pharmacy at Ryerson, then claimed she needed to obtain an advanced degree from the University of Toronto.

But Jennifer wasn’t going to school. Instead, she was spending all of her time with Wong. While allegedly attending U of T, Jennifer asked if she could move in with a friend, to be closer to downtown. Hann Pan agreed but he already had suspicions. Jennifer had told her parents, for instance, that they couldn’t attend her Ryerson graduation because no tickets were available.

“So many times, I wanted to ask my daughter. . . ”

But his wife discouraged probing. “Just let her be herself,” Bich advised. “Too much interference is not good for her.”

In fact, Jennifer wasn’t rooming with a friend; she was living with Wong. Nor was she volunteering on weekends — to further her fictitious pharmacy degree — at the Hospital for Sick Children. Pan had wondered why she didn’t have a uniform for this job.

He demanded to see his daughter’s Ryerson degree. After making excuses, she brought home a diploma. It was, the Crown has said, a forged document.

They eventually discovered Jennifer was not employed at the hospital and then the first showdown unfolded, with their daughter admitting everything.

“Jennifer told us she lied. She did not work at the hospital. She had not graduated from university.” She was, in fact, living with Wong in Ajax.

“I was very hurt because all of our efforts had been focused on her to attend school and she did not,” said Pan.

The parents forced her to stop seeing Wong and apply to college. In the interim, Jennifer took a job at a Walmart’s pharmacy — or so she said. This also turned out to be a fabrication, as Pan found out when he asked to see her pay stub. This was given but Pan didn’t believe what he was handed and told his daughter to provide more salary deposit evidence online. “At that moment she had no choice. She told the truth. She was not working at Walmart.”

He later noticed on call display that Wong had been calling the house.

“I got mad. I told my daughter, you have two options. The first, stay home and go to school. The second, go with Daniel Wong and never come back.”

Pan actually went further than that, he admitted, telling his daughter that if she chose Wong over school, “you have to wait until I’m dead.”

Too long to wait.