Chapter 20 — After Divorce, I Made the Chu Family Pay the Price

The whole group was speechless. I looked at those desperate faces. There was no feeling of gloating in my heart. Only endless bitterness remains.

“The third thing.”

My voice turned cold.

“I want you to come in front of someone.”

“Kneel down and admit your mistakes.”

"Who?" Chu Hao asked.

“Truong Dai Cuong's family member.”

Family members of Truong Dai Cuong. Those six words are like a talisman for life. Paste it directly on the face of each member of the Chu family. Vuong Cam's face immediately turned pale.

“We're not going!”

“Why do I have to go!”

“He's been dead for twenty-five years!”

“What does it have to do with us!”

She was still speechless. Still trying to argue. I looked at her and burst out laughing.

“Isn't that relevant?”

“Vuong Cam, have you forgotten?”

“How did your husband, Chu Duc Hai, climb from an ordinary worker to the position of factory leader?”

“Have you forgotten where this house of yours came from?”

“Everything was exchanged for Truong Dai Cuong's life.”

My voice is not loud. But every sentence and every word are like sharp blades. Stabbed straight into their hearts. Chu Hao staggered.

“Jing Jing.”

“What happened that year... my father... he was also forced.”

“He is the workshop leader, he must take responsibility.”

“But he really didn't mean it.”

Up to this point, he is still trying to find a way to defend his father who is guilty of murder. Ridiculously stupid. I'm too lazy to continue arguing. Take out the phone directly. Open a video. In the video. It was a skinny old man lying on a hospital bed. That is Tran Kien Quoc. General Tran's father. He looked straight into the camera. Use all your remaining strength. Recount every detail of the bloody truth of the accident twenty-five years ago. How did Chu Duc Hai violate operating procedures to compete for credit? How Truong Dai Cuong was pushed into the abyss to save people. And how he himself was bought off the remaining half of his life by Chu Duc Hai and the factory leaders. The video is not long. Just five minutes. But every second passes. It was all a public execution for the Chu family. The video ends. All the Chu family members collapsed to the ground. The cut surface no longer had any drops of blood.

“I sent this video to all media agencies in city A.”

I looked at them. The voice was cold as ice.

"Tomorrow."

“The Chu family will become the biggest scandal in City A.”

“Chu Duc Hai is a murderer.”

“And you are relatives of the murderer.”

“They are bloodsuckers who have been stepping on other people's bodies to enjoy wealth for twenty-five years.”

“I want to check it out.”

“Who will dare to be friends with you in the future?”

“Who else dares to marry the daughter of the Chu family.”

“Who else dares to marry their daughter to the son of the Chu family.”

“You will become rats running in the streets.”

“Everyone who sees it wants to stay away.”

“I can't hold my head up anymore for the rest of my life.”

Those words. It was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Vuong Cam was the first to fall. She held her head. Screaming out screams that no longer sounded like human voices.

“No! Don't!”

"I was wrong! We were wrong!"

"We're going! We're going to kowtow and admit our mistakes!"

“Please forgive us!”

She crawled forward. Want to hug my feet. I kicked her away.

“Now I know I was wrong?”

"It's late."

I took out the paper with a debt of one hundred and twenty thousand yuan.

“Or Go to the Truong family now.”

“Kneel down and admit your mistakes.”

“Please forgive their family.”

“Or I'll call the police immediately.”

“Let the police come talk to you.”

They have no other choice. Half an hour later. We appeared in front of an old apartment complex in city A. Truong Dai Cuong's house is located here. An apartment less than fifty square meters. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man. About forty years old. Dark skin. Both hands are full of callouses. His name is Truong Loi. Son of Truong Dai Cuong. See us. He was momentarily stunned. But when his eyes stopped on Chu Hao and Vuong Cam's faces. Those eyes were immediately sharp as a blade.

“What are you doing here?”

His voice was hoarse and low. Vuong Cam's legs were soft.

“Thud” sound.

Vuong Cam knelt down to the ground.

“We... we came to apologize.”

As she spoke, she repeatedly bowed her head. Zhou Hao, Zhu Li, Zhou Wei. They also knelt down one after another. Like a row of prisoners waiting to be judged. Truong Loi looked at them. There was no expression on his face. He did not say “forgive”. Also don't say "go away". Just stood there quietly. Watching them bang their heads until their foreheads were torn open and blood flowed profusely. A long time later. He slowly spoke up.