Chapter 8 — He Said The Marriage Certificate Was Fake, I Almost Laughed Out Loud

Luc Van Trung gently pushed her glasses.

“The baby is indeed Phuong Dat Chu's child.”

“But Lieu Man Ninh's family... is not very happy.”

"Lieu Man Ninh's father works in real estate. He initially agreed to this marriage because he saw the construction material resources of Phuong Dat Chu company and wanted to cooperate."

“But now that Phuong Dat Chu has become a rat running around on the internet - falsifying documents, deceiving women for ten years - the Lieu family feels embarrassed.”

"I heard that Lieu's father said frankly: if Phuong Dat Chu cannot handle public opinion, the marriage will be reconsidered."

“Reconsider?”

“That means there is a possibility of not accepting this son-in-law anymore.”

I bowed my head and took a sip of tea. Phuong Dat Chu. You lied to me for ten years. Use a fake marriage certificate to tie me up, turn me into a buffalo and horse for you to command. Now he thought he had gotten rid of the burden and could live happy days with Lieu Man Ninh. But he didn't know — He had destroyed his reputation with his own hands. But reputation... is the most valuable thing he has ever had.

“What are you thinking?”

“Thinking…” I put down my cup of tea. “Should I give him another push?”

Luc Van Trung narrowed his eyes.

“What kind of push?”

“Didn't you say that Lieu's father valued reputation very much?”

“So if he knows that Phuong Dat Chu not only lied to me for ten years, but is now also under criminal investigation…”

“Do you think he still wants to accept this son-in-law?”

Luc Van Trung looked at me and slowly smiled.

“You're much more beautiful now than you were in college.”

The next day. Luc Van Trung used the name of a lawyer to post a statement, the words were professional and restrained -

“Our lawyer, entrusted by our client, Ms. On Le, would like to make a statement regarding Mr. Phuong Dat Chu's falsification of marriage documents and deception of living together for ten years as follows:

One, Mr. Phuong Dat Chu has now been officially investigated by the police on suspicion of falsifying state agency documents. Second, Ms. On Le filed a civil lawsuit in accordance with the law, demanding compensation for her labor during the time they lived together. Third, Ms. On Le reserves all rights to pursue civil and criminal liability against Mr. Phuong Dat Chu." The statement did not contain a single sentimental sentence. But in the current public opinion atmosphere... It's like a bomb thrown straight into Phuong Dat Chu's life. That afternoon, Phuong Dat Chu called Luc Van Trung's law office directly. Don't call me. But call her directly. I sat next to her, watching her turn on the speakerphone.

“Lawyer Luc?”

Phuong Dat Chu's voice rang out from the other end of the line. Completely different from the arrogant and arrogant look at the wedding a week ago.

“I am Phuong Dat Chu.”

“Mr. Phuong.” Luc Van Trung's voice was cold and businesslike. "What is up?"

“Tell On Le to withdraw the lawsuit.”

"I can — I can give her more money. 500,000 yuan isn't enough, right? One million. Is one million enough?"

Luc Van Trung turned to look at me. I shook my head.

“Mr. Phuong.” Luc Van Trung spoke up. “Currently, my client has no intention of withdrawing the application.”

"And as far as I know, once a criminal case has been filed, even if the victim does not prosecute, the police still have the right to continue investigating according to regulations."

“In other words —”

“Whether or not the application is withdrawn has no effect to the possibility of him being held criminally responsible.”

The other end of the line was silent. There was a very long silence. Then Phuong Dat Chu's voice rang out again. Change to another tone. Gritting teeth.

“Luc Van Trung, don't think I don't know — all of this was caused by you instigating Wen Le.”

“She alone doesn't have that mind.”

“If you two continue to make a big deal out of it, don't blame me for not being polite.”

Luc Van Trung burst out laughing.

“Mr. Phuong, the call is being recorded, please pay attention to what you say.”

“If you make any threatening behavior towards my client, we will immediately apply for a personal safety order.”

“Is there anything else? Otherwise I'll hang up.”

Tut tut tut tut. The call was disconnected. Luc Van Trung put down the phone and turned to look at me.

“He's starting to panic.”

“What's the next step?”

I stood up and walked to the glass door. In the afternoon in the CBD, sunlight shines through the large glass onto the floor.

“Wait for what?”

“Waiting for him to destroy himself.”