Chapter 9 — Give up the wedding car, cancel the marriage

Extremely sharp images. Chu T. Tu Ngang's awkward expression. My split-second shock when he held my wrist tightly. The discriminatory eyes of everyone around him when he pointed to that cheap car. Lam So So's radiant smile like a winner's next to the Phantom car. Every detail is recorded clearly. This is the proof of steel. Has more weight than any explanation. But I'm not in a hurry to announce it yet. I'm waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to maximize damage. Chu T. Tu Ngang seemed to have been suppressed by the warning letter and was temporarily silent. But Lam So So is not free. She began to creep into groups of classmates and friends, unintentionally and intentionally proclaiming:
"Actually, Ms. To Tinh has a good temper, it's just that her temper is a bit too hot-tempered. Mr. Tu Ngang has not had it easy over the years, he always gives in to her. In love matters, it's up to him, it's up to her, it's up to both parties."
She molded herself into a "holy mother" who was rational, objective, and merciful to everyone. Causing a group of people who didn't know what was going on to compete with each other to praise her. As for me, it's even more contemptuous. I looked at the chat lines in the group and smirked. Very good, the air is warmed up enough. I hand-cut the wedding day video into a one-minute clip. Do not insert music, only retain the original sound from the scene. Then, I used a newly created Weibo clone account to upload that video. Caption: *"12 years of love, in exchange for the sentence 'You should sit in the back car'. This wedding, don't get married."* I didn't tag anyone. But I know, this video will spread like a virus in our social media circle. After finishing everything, I turned off the computer. Soak in a hot bath, then get a good night's sleep. I know, starting tomorrow, the good days of Chu T. Tu Ngang and Lam So So will end. **09** The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of my phone vibrating. Not calls, but countless messages and mentions (@). My clone account exploded. That video, after a night of fermentation, had more than 100,000 shares. The comment area is like a bee's nest:
"Damn! How disgusting is this guy? Forcing his fiancee to sit in that ragged car?"
"Who is that girl in the white dress? Is the green tea crystallized? That proud expression, it's amazing!"
"I love the bride, canceling the engagement is perfect! It was me who slapped her face on the spot!"
"12 years? I gave it to the dog to chew on!"
"Looking forward to the bride's perspective! Demanding a sequel!"
Public opinion reversed in the blink of an eye. Those who cursed at me on Wechat a few days ago turned to stone. Some people quietly delete comments. Others came to apologize to me. My phone burned out. But this time it's for comfort and support. Chu T. Tu Ngang also saw it. He called me countless times, but I didn't pick up. He started texting, his tone changed from indignation to humble begging:
“Tinh Tinh, you're wrong, you're really wrong.”
"Can you delete the video? I beg you."
“This is affecting me too much, the company is about to fire me.”
"Let's meet, I'll accept whatever conditions you give me!"
Looking at the messages, I only felt irony. If I knew this day would come, why did I still do it before? I ignore him. Open the "Evidence" folder, reveal the surveillance camera footage in the living room up as “Sequel”. Caption: *"She said, she only sees him as her brother."* This video was the last straw that broke the camel's back. If the first video can be forced to explain as "lack of thoughtful thinking", then the second video is irrefutable evidence of adultery.
"Fuck! Even though you're not married yet, you're cuddling with your sister and planning what happens in the future? You're such an animal!"
"Does this girl have bone cancer? Why does she like lounging around in someone else's boyfriend's lap?"