Chapter 6 — I'm Not A Useless Housewife

That was also the language he used during our tenth wedding anniversary, to insult me, and to propose to my first love. I used the most accurate, most pleasant Russian, smiling and saying each word:

"Jiang Hao, do you remember ten years ago? You said you loved me, also in Russian."

His body began to tremble uncontrollably. Lips white, eyes full of fear. I stopped for a moment, enjoying his desperation at this moment. After that, I used Chinese that everyone could understand and clearly said the final "blessings".

“Now, I use the language you used to propose to me to wish you — personal ruin, nothing left.”

The moment the words fell, Giang Hao's whole body trembled strongly, as if struck by lightning. He staggered back a step, his face as white as paper, as if all the blood in his body had been drained. The whole hall was silent. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was shocked to the core by this earth-shattering reversal. Anna finally belatedly reacted. She panicked and pulled Giang Hao's hand, shouting:

"Mr. Hao, she... what is she talking about? What is this all about?"

But Giang Hao is like a puppet who has lost his soul, unable to say a single sentence.

07

At the moment Anna screamed, the giant LED screen used to broadcast the sweet video of the newlyweds at the wedding suddenly lit up. No romantic music. There is no sign of deep affection. On the screen appeared each commercial contract in extremely clear German, along with an eye-catching Chinese translation. Immediately following is the complicated foreign account cash flow diagram. The direction of each amount of money is clearly marked by a red arrow, in the end it all points to an offshore account in the name of Giang Hao. The evidence is as strong as a mountain.

“Distinguished guests, dear shareholders.”

My voice calmly rang out through the microphone, breaking this suffocating silence.

“What everyone is seeing is part of the evidence that over the past five years, Mr. Giang Hao has taken advantage of my trust, through establishing shell companies, falsifying transaction contracts and many other ways, gradually transferring the company assets left by my parents into his personal name.”

The image on the screen transformed, turning into vague emails written in English. The sender is Giang Hao, the recipient is several different foreign women's names. The email content is naked and intimate, the time span spans many years.

"Of course, Mr. Giang's personal life is also rich and colorful, there is absolutely not only one 'true love', Miss Anna."

I calmly explained each piece of evidence, like a prosecutor presenting a case in court.

“He took advantage of the unlimited power of attorney that I signed that year to support his career, draining the heart and soul of my Lam family, just to satisfy his personal greed and serve his so-called 'red souls'."

The shareholders below the stage changed color, from initial shock to anger. The blindfolded foreign business guests became even more angry until their faces turned pale.

“Turn it off! Turn it off for me!”

Giang Hao finally recovered from extreme fear. He screamed, wanting the staff to turn off the big screen. But it was all too late. The reporters at the scene were like sharks smelling blood, frantically clicking away. The flash clearly illuminated Jiang Hao's pale face, leaving him no place to hide. Anna looked at the unsightly emails on the screen, especially the affectionate words Giang Hao said to other women that were even sweeter than to herself, and completely collapsed.

"Jiang Hao! You're a fraud! You lied to me!"