Chapter 17 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

"He destroyed my shop, delaying my construction progress. Just follow the process, if it's worth detaining, then detain, if it's worth a fine, then fine."

She stood up, not bothering to look at him again.

“If anything happens to him in the detention center, it is his own doing, and has nothing to do with the legal process.”

After speaking, she pushed the door open and walked out. Lock Tham Bach Chu's startled eyes behind the door. By the time we got back to the homestay, it was already dark. Nam Chi is instructing workers to clean up the broken glass on the floor. Giang Du Bach leaned against the door frame, holding a can of beer. Seeing her return, he threw her another can.

“How did that crazy dog handle it?” he asked.

“According to the law on handling administrative violations, the crime of disturbing public order is 7 days in detention.” She popped the lid and took a big gulp.

“Good job.” Giang Du Bach smiled slightly, tilted his head back and took a sip of beer, his throat rolling up and down.

The matter should have ended here. But she underestimated Tham Bach Chu's extremes. Also underestimated the cruelty of Trinh Van Chieu and Liu Que Phuong. Early the next morning, Nam Chi eagerly pulled her out of bed.

“Mo Tuyet, check out local groups and hot searches online!”

She picked up the phone. A post titled "The captain's husband has a terminal illness, his greedy ex-wife stole tens of millions of yuan to Dali to have fun" was pushed to the top of local searches. Inside the post is a secretly recorded video of Tham Bach Chu coughing up blood in front of the homestay yesterday. Included are photos of Luu Que Phuong sitting on the ground crying. The writing style of the article is extremely smooth and provocative. Fabricating stories about how she disposed of her assets when her husband was in the most difficult situation, and how cruelly chased her mother-in-law out of the house. She even hinted that Giang Du Bach was the lover she had long cared for. No need to guess, this is Trinh Van Chieu's work. Only she is the best at manipulating public opinion on social networks like this. The comment area was filled with curses.

“Why hasn't this kind of cruel woman died yet?”

“I love this captain so much, he's bleeding so much but his ex-wife is still cold.”

"Where is that homestay? Come and teach that woman a lesson!"

She put down the phone, her face became cold. Nam Chi was so angry that he was shaking.

"What the hell do these keyboard scratchers know! Let me post a correction!"

“It's useless.” She stopped Nam Chi, "Creating a rumor is all it takes to open your mouth, to correct it is to run away. They only believe in the 'rich drama' they want to believe."

Outside the door suddenly came the sound of arguing. Trucks carrying cement and wood were parked at the end of the alley. The material supply bosses were surrounding Giang Du Bach to argue.

"Mr. Giang, it's not really that we don't keep the trust in our business. It's that we can't unload this goods."

"That's right, someone with big names and big names has spread the news. Who dares to provide materials for this homestay? From now on, don't expect to receive any more big deals in Dali."

Giang Du Bach frowned, his eyes were cold.

“Who shot the news?”

"This... we don't dare say. After all, the other party is very rich, and has already spent money to buy the remaining goods in our warehouse at double the price."

Han Mo Tuyet stepped out and looked at the trucks turning back. Tham Bach Chu, this is his real trick. Intentionally being detained, using the excuse of illness to stay in the prison infirmary, but instead spreading a net to cover the sky and earth outside. He wanted to cut off all her avenues of retreat, forcing her to return and beg him. At noon, something happened to Giang Du Bach's car repair shop. The fire prevention and fighting team and market management team coordinate to conduct surprise inspections.