Chapter 20 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

Lawyer Tham opened the teasing post. The cover photo is me standing in the ring. The gloves have not yet been removed. His cold eyes seemed to penetrate straight through the lens. The small text right below the title is even more glaring.

"The retired female boxer secretly got married, but her aggressive nature remained unchanged. Her husband was suspected of being abused for a long time."

My mother's face immediately darkened. My dad stared at the screen, not saying a word for a long time. Only the master reached out to take the phone. Watch for a few seconds. He smiled coldly.

"They really know how to choose."

It was my last match before I retired. It's also a match... I never want to be taken advantage of by others. After the opponent falls. The whole audience thought I won beautifully. But only people in the team know. Right from the second half. My right knee ligament was injured. Come round three. The opponent is eager to turn the tables. After the referee called stop. She still rushed forward. If at that time I don't immediately lock the opponent's shoulder. Then her cervical spine would hit the ring fence. The video was cut off... That's the part. What they keep. Just a scene of me controlling my opponent. Just the sound of the audience screaming. And the moment the referee rushed in. It's really similar to the scene where I lost control and injured someone else. Lam Van did not choose greatness. She deliberately found the right video... It's the easiest to misunderstand by outsiders. I watched the entire video. The fingertips still did not tremble. It just feels so ridiculous. The Han family wants to rob me of my money. Lam Van wants to ruin my reputation. They all think... What I'm most afraid of is others saying I'm aggressive. Say I don't look like a woman. Say no one dares to take it. From five years old. When you first start practicing standing up. The first time I was knocked down to the point where I couldn't get up on my own. Master told me.

"I practice martial arts..."

"Not to be liked by others."

"But it's time to not kneel..."

"I still have enough strength to stand up straight."

Attorney Tham immediately contacted the other media account. The opponent even pretended to be naive. Said just received the post. Not officially posted yet. Also say the title is just a perspective for discussion. Does not represent the truth. My mother asked directly.

"Who is the sender?"

The opponent laughed.

"We have a responsibility to protect sources."

Attorney Tham's voice remained calm.

"If you know clearly that the document is false and still intentionally post slanderous content."

"So the source..."

"I can't protect you guys either."

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then speak. The first post was scheduled to be posted at ten fifty. It's ten forty-two. Only eight minutes left. my father asked.

"Are you still able to stop it in time?"

Lawyer Tham replied.

"Can send dispatch."

"But not necessarily in time."

Teacher took out his phone. Make a call.

"Old Tran."

"Are you sleeping yet?"

"Original recording of her last match..."

"Do you still have it saved?"

The other end of the line said something. Master turned to look at me.

"I need the whole match."

"There's even the sound of the referee."

"There's also a medical report after the match."

My heart trembled slightly. I thought... Those things were sealed the same day I retired. Master hung up the phone.

"It will be sent in ten minutes."

I said softly.

"Are not in time."

Master looked at me.

"Then just let them post."

I raised my head. His eyes were still calm as always.

"The trapper..."

"What they fear most is not that you won't fall into the trap."

"They jumped down themselves."

"And I thought I was the one in the hole."

Ten forty-nine. The media account's teaser post... Suddenly turned into an official post. Just thirty seconds after posting. The comments section was filled with curses. Someone said. People who practice martial arts are the scariest. Someone said. Husband has been hospitalized. Yet the wife still pretends to be innocent. Someone else said. Women once learned to use their fists. Then that marriage was considered over. I read every comment. My heart felt strangely calm. Ten fifty-one. Another local media account also immediately shared it again. The caption is even more malicious.

"The dream of marrying into a rich family is shattered, the female boxer retires and turns her fists towards her husband."

Mom reached out to take my phone. I gently held her hand.

"Just let me see."

"I want to know..."

"How much they have defamed me."

Ten fifty-three. Outside the hospital emergency room, two more people appeared. One person was holding a phone filming. The other person holds the microphone. Go straight towards Han Tranh. Han Tranh sits in a wheelchair. On his face was a look of weakness and perfect self-pity. Lam Van stood behind him. Looks like a righteous caregiver. The reporter immediately brought the microphone close to Han Tranh's face.

"May I ask, is it true that for a long time you have always suffered violence from your wife?"

Han Tranh did not answer immediately. He raised his head to look at me. In those eyes. There is intimidation. There is also satisfaction. I stepped forward. The reporter immediately turned the microphone to me.

"Miss Khuong."

"She used to be a professional boxer."

"May I ask, did you take advantage of your skills to assault your husband, causing him to dislocate his shoulder?"

Everyone in the hallway looked towards me. The number of people watching the live broadcast... Still increasing. The corners of Lam Van's lips curled slightly. Han Tranh lowered his voice.

"Khuong Hoa."

"Now bow your head..."

"There's still time."

I looked straight into the lens. Speak up slowly.

"There's still time."

"Just good..."

"Let everyone see clearly."

"Finally..."

"Who is the one lying?"