Chapter 21 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

The reporter paused. Maybe she didn't expect... I proactively faced the camera again. The smile on Lam Van's lips immediately stiffened. Han Tranh's face also changed. He understood me so well over the past month. Always bow your head. Always silent. Never argued. He said. Stand in front of outsiders. I would still be afraid of losing face. But he forgot. I have never been a weak person. It's just that before... I volunteered to put away every corner of me. To save the last bit of dignity for this marriage. But now. They themselves trampled on that dignity. I looked at the reporter.

"You're live streaming now, right?"

She hesitated. I nodded.

"Then don't turn it off."

"You asked me just now..."

"Have I abused my husband for a long time?"

"I answer now."

Han Tranh immediately spoke up.

"Of course you won't admit it."

I didn't even look at him. I opened the first recording on my phone. A man's drunken, slurred voice rang out from the speakerphone.

"This salty, are you planning to kill me?"

Right after that. It was a resounding slap. Clear to every beat. The comments section during the live broadcast... Suddenly went silent. Then next. It's the voice of Ma Phuong Cam.

"How about a few hits?"

"Our house has always had the same rules."

The entire hallway fell silent. The reporter's expression changed clearly. I continued to play the second recording. The woman's voice on Han Tranh's phone rang out.

"Brother Tranh."

"Didn't you say you would teach her well tonight and then come with me?"

Lam Van's face turned pale. The reporter immediately turned to her.

"This voice..."

"Is it yours?"

Lam Van took a step back.

"Not."

I don't argue with her. Which opens the third evidence. The message in the Han family's chat group was shown on lawyer Tham's tablet.

"We have to put it out first."

"Wait until she gets pregnant and she'll be a good girl."

"He sold the apartment, he probably still has money left, find a way to get it all out."

When the camera pans over. The comments section absolutely exploded. Someone started asking. The video just now... Was it edited or not? Someone started scolding the Han family. Someone kept asking... What happened to Han Tranh holding a knife. I wait for all the questions to appear. Then open the next photo. The fruit knife is wrapped with a paper towel. Place in sealed bag. Next to him is the police making a report at the scene. I said calmly.

"He was the one who hit me first."

"He took the knife and rushed towards my wrist."

"When restraining him."

"I controlled the force."

"Shoulder dislocated..."

"It was because he struggled after holding the knife."

Han Tranh's face was completely distorted.

"You cut and pieced together the evidence!"

I looked at him.

"Want to see the full version?"

I raised my hand. Senior brother immediately played the video recording from the front door camera and the audio recording in the living room at the same time. The image is not too clear. But the sound... It's clear to every word. Han Dung rushed in holding a mop handle. Han Tranh continuously urged everyone to take action. Han Dung raised his stick. It's the scene where Han Tranh holds a knife. The corner of the reporter's lips moved slightly. The harshness just now... Has completely disappeared. Right at that moment. Master's phone vibrated. Record The original match image has been sent. He gave the phone to lawyer Tham. Lawyer Tham opened the distribution right on the spot. In the full recording. After the referee called stop. The opponent continued to rush forward. My right knee visibly buckled. But I still turned around and locked the opponent's shoulder. Catch her before hitting the ring fence. Just as the referee ran over. The first thing he said was:

"Very good control."

The post-match medical report was also opened immediately afterward. Khuong Hoa's right knee ligament was damaged. The opponent did not suffer a neck injury. The organizers' notes are written very clearly.

"Khuong Hoa's movements were protective control movements, without any violations of the rules."

Master looked straight into the camera.

"This very match..."

"That's the reason she retired."

"But that's not..."

"Evidence shows it's out of control."

The atmosphere during the live broadcast... Completely reversed. Those who just scolded the most fiercely. Started quietly deleting comments. But that side of the media account. Still continuing to push the second card. The new title is.

"The female fighter at the scene tried to explain herself, but her husband's family confirmed that there were still many wrongdoings."

Lawyer Tham picked up the phone. He immediately sent a lawyer letter. Attach the entire evidence package to the foundation. Also contact the police. Announce that the other side continues to spread false information. Even though all the evidence to the contrary... Has been made public. Less than three minutes. The first video has limited distribution. Five minutes later. The other media account was labeled "Disputed information." The reporter's phone... Still hasn't turned off. The expression on her face. From awkwardness. Completely turned into panic. She lowered her voice.

"Miss Khuong..."

"We also only received reports of denunciations."

I looked at her.

"When I received the news of the accusation."

"Girls..."

"Have you ever asked me a question?"

She was speechless. Can't answer. Right at that moment. Several policemen came out of the emergency area. Follow them. It's Lam Van. And also resident doctor Tieu Trinh. Lam Van's second phone was sealed. In addition to the cut video. There's also the entire chat history between her and the person running the media account. It was she who asked... Turn the recording of my retirement match into a scene where I lost control and intentionally hit someone. It was she who requested... Building the image of Han Tranh as a husband who was abused for many years. She even prepared the content of the article.

"The retired female boxer's fist... ended up falling on her own husband."

The reporter saw those conversations. His face was pale. Han Tranh still wanted to struggle.

"It's all done by Lam Van."

"It has nothing to do with me."

Lam Van suddenly burst out laughing.