Chapter 4 — I Posted My Wife's Photo, and This Happened

Then he thought of something — His face turned a little pale. Finally he saw his name in the list of people who clicked like — His whole body turned to stone. I turned to look at him.

“Quy Trach Vien.”

His whole body stiffened.

“Did you like that post?”

All sounds in the hall disappeared. The female police officer sitting behind the duty counter raised her head. The uncle behind him waiting for household registration took off his glasses. The director did not know when he came out of the office, stood at the door holding a glass of water, not moving. Quy Trach Vien's throat moved twice.

“That… at that time I… just saw it on the bulletin board, conveniently…”

“Convenient?”

“As usual…”

“According to the habit of liking your ex-lover's fake photos?”

Quy Trach Vien's face turned as red as pig liver.

"No! I can't see clearly that it's you! I just saw that photo... felt... felt..."

“Feel what?”

He couldn't speak anymore. Because no matter how you say it, the only answer is death. Feel funny — Die. Feeling lovely — More dead. I feel like I'm not sure how to like — Are you a robot that automatically likes? Quy Trach Vien chose to stay silent. Silence is golden. Being silent is also saving one's life. At this time, Co Bac Than was no longer feeling sorry for himself. He looked at Quy Trach Vien's confused expression, but the corner of his mouth curled up. That kind of smirk is the feeling of joy when seeing a "patient" in the same situation being exposed.

“Brother, you were beaten too, right?”

"…YES."

“You like her ugly pictures, aren't you afraid of being beaten?”

Quy Trach Vien smiled bitterly.

"I thought I was out of the danger zone. After all, we broke up four years ago, so she probably wouldn't chase me to the police station to beat me."

He looked around and added: "Probably not?" The look he looked at me was really wanting confirmation. I took a deep breath: "Don't worry, my quota of hitting people today has been used up." Co Bac Than took a breath of cold air: "Do you even have a limit for hitting people?" I ignore him. Tieu Vuong wrote quickly on the minutes book, his knuckles turned white. After writing a paragraph, he looked up and said: "So... Ms. Lam, the direct reason why you took action against Mr. Co today was because of this post?"

"Right."

Tieu Vuong wrote two more lines, then asked: "How many people have viewed this post now?" I opened my phone to look.

“187 likes.”

Tieu Vuong's pen stopped.

“63 comments.”

Tieu Vuong's breathing stopped.

"Including my direct boss commented. Four colleagues in the same room shared it. Someone in a group of high school friends took a screenshot and sent it in. A former colleague even made a whole set of memes using this photo as their avatar."

I slowly tell each one one by one. Very calm voice. There was no expression on his face. But my nails were digging into my palms. Tieu Vuong swallowed his saliva and turned to glance at Co Bac Than. Co Bac Than is also listening. His face turned from guilty to pale.

“Me…meme?”

"That's right. Do you want to see it? It's floating around in three chat groups."

I passed the phone over. Co Bac Than took it and looked at it, his hands began to tremble. Because those memes are really elaborate. Some people even added text to my hidden photo.

“My Piglet's Daily Diary” — This is the original.

“When your boss tells you to work extra on the weekend” — This is a version for office workers.

“When the shipper delivers food 30 minutes late” — This is a version for the soul food group.

Each photo went viral. More than a hundred likes. Co Bac Than put the phone on the table, put his hands on his knees, and lowered his head. The whole hall was silent for a few seconds. Tieu Vuong weakly spoke up.