Chapter 9 — Being Falsely Accused of 680,000 Yuan, I Overthrew My Husband's Family

People who used to talk happily to me now started avoiding me, whispering behind my back, as if I were a story worth discussing rather than a person. My superiors called me up to talk twice, the words were still polite, but the meaning was clear, my personal matters had affected the company. If I don't handle it soon, the possibility of being laid off is not impossible, and that is the borderline of "social death". I was pushed into a position where I was at risk of losing my job and having my reputation tarnished, as if I was caught between two waves that could not be avoided. After knowing what happened, Truong Hao was truly angry for the first time. He was no longer the person who avoided it like before, but a person who wanted to stand up and protect. He asked for leave on the same day, said he would come to my company, explain everything to the leaders and colleagues, and wanted to give me justice. He said he would let everyone know how I endured, and what kind of person his father really was, his voice both angry and choked. I looked at him, feeling a little warm inside, but still raised my hand to stop him, not letting him go.

“You don't need to go, I'll handle this myself.”

He was about to say something, but I looked straight into his eyes, my voice so calm that it made him stop.

“Truong Hao, believe me, I have already spread the net. When it is time to collect the net, I will let him pay the heaviest price for what he has done.”

My calmness made him gradually cool down, and in the end he just nodded and agreed to step back.

“I need you to do only one thing, just go to work as usual, don't do anything.”

The next two days, I still went to the company as usual, worked, communicated, as if nothing had happened, ignoring all the looks and rumors. That calmness made the people around me believe that I was trying to appear strong, making Truong Kien Quoc's story even more "credible". As for him, seeing that I didn't react, he thought I was scared, so he did it more and more, every day he went to the company to "perform", without missing a show. He did not know that, step by step, he was walking into a trap that had been prepared just for him. In a hidden corner under the building's lobby, I installed a small camera, pointed straight at the reception desk, recording his entire performance. At the same time, I asked my mother-in-law to contact the people who had gambled with him, the people he owed money to, and the people who hated him the most. I gave them a simple condition: as long as they cooperated in performing a play, I would help them get their money back. No one refused, because for them, it was both an opportunity to get their money back and an opportunity to vent all accumulated anger. Everything is ready. I calculated the timing. A bigger, sharper, and crueler drama— About to open… right at my company. On the morning of the third day, at exactly ten o'clock, Truong Kien Quoc appeared at the company's reception desk again, looking familiar like an unpaid "employee" of this place. He was just about to open his daily show when the company door was suddenly pushed open, three or four middle-aged men rushed in, with a fiery spirit.

"Truong Kien Quoc! Debt swindler! Finally caught you!"

The bald man in the lead grabbed him by the collar, his voice like thunder, causing the entire company lobby to immediately fall silent. Receptionist and colleagues pulse Everyone around stood still, no one understood what was happening before their eyes. Truong Kien Quoc was also dumbfounded. When he recognized the people in front of him, his face immediately changed.

“You… how did you find your way here?”

"Can't find you? If you don't pay the debt, you're still hiding like a mouse. If we don't go look for you, will you wait for you to come yourself?"

The bald man gritted his teeth, his voice filled with murderous intent.

“I… I don't have money!” He still tried to argue.

“No money?” Another person smiled coldly and pulled out a bunch of crumpled papers. "What is this? You signed the debt paper yourself! Last year you lost thirty thousand, this year you borrowed another twenty thousand, a total of fifty thousand! Now you dare say you have no money?"

"Don't you stand here every day and say that your son and daughter-in-law have money? Say that they cheated you of hundreds of thousands? Then that's right, I owe you money! If you don't give me money today, don't you dare leave!"

Those people cooperated extremely well, each sentence and each word revealing his past in broad daylight. Debit note with signature, transfer photo, everything is there. Truong Kien Quoc was trapped in the middle, there was no way to deny, his face turned white, then red, and finally turned purple as if he was suffocated. Colleagues in the company gradually gathered, looking at the scene before their eyes, everyone was stunned. They finally understood— The man who came here every day to "claim injustice"... was not a victim. But he's a person with a lot of debt and specializes in making up stories. At that moment— I walked out of the office. In his hand is a stack of pre-copied paper. I went into the crowd, handing them out to everyone one by one.

"Brothers and sisters, I know my family matters have affected everyone these past few days. I'm sorry."

“The document in everyone's hands... is a review written by my father-in-law, Truong Kien Quoc, himself.”

Everyone bent down to read at the same time. Each line of black and white text is clear.