Chapter 6 — Locking my card to leave, I left my husband's family stranded in a seven-star hotel

“Nem Niem…”

“Sister, I have work to do, hang up first.”

I hung up the phone and continued to pack today's orders. Phone screen lights up. This is the message Phuong Vien sent.

“Nien Niem, Tran Phong posted a post on his friends circle, have you seen it?”

I opened my circle of friends. Tran Phong's latest post is a black background photo, with the status line:

"There are some people who give face but don't know how to save face."

Below, his friends asked what happened. He replied:

"Family matters, no more talk."

I took a screenshot and saved it to my phone album. Then I post a new post. This is a photo of the shipment just imported today. Simple caption:

“New products are on the shelves, the whole store is 15% off, only for three days.”

The comment section quickly became bustling. All regular customers ask for size and lipstick color. Business continues. Life must still continue. On Thursday, things started to go wrong. My online shop suddenly had a series of one-star reviews.

“The quality is so bad, after wearing it once, my hair ruffled.”

“The color is different from the sample photo.”

“Customer service attitude is extremely unpleasant, even when asking for a refund, they will not refund.”

Just for one day. Seventeen bad reviews. All are newly registered accounts. No real photos. No real video. Only text comments. I click on an account. The delivery address is Tran Hao's hometown. Other accounts. The address is Ly Binh's mother's house. They are intentionally spamming bad reviews. I took a screenshot and saved it, then opened the platform's complaint channel and denounced each account for the malicious reviews in turn. The platform needs review time. But this type of obvious spam is not difficult to verify. In the afternoon, Phuong Vien called. Her voice isn't very good.

“Nien Niem, do you know what Tran Phong is telling about you outside?”

"He said you had psychological problems, were too suspicious, and even left your mother-in-law in Sanya and almost got taken to the police station."

"He also said that once you made money, you changed and started looking down on his poor relatives."

I picked up the phone and was silent for a few seconds.

“Who did he tell?”

"Some of their mutual college friends. Yesterday they gathered to eat and drink. Tran Phong got drunk and started talking."

“Today, a few people even came to ask me what happened.”

“What do you answer?”

“I said I don't know, if you want to know then ask yourself.”

Phuong Vien stopped for a moment.

“Nien Niem, how about you tell everyone clearly?”

"No need."

I calmly replied.

“A pure person is not afraid of being defamed.”

“You really think outside the box.”

Phuong Vien sighed.

"Oh, there's one more thing. The supplier named Trieu at his shop... do you know that he knows Tran Phong?"

My hand stopped.

“What do you mean?”

“Today I met Trieu Chi Cuong at the shopping center.”

“He is Tran Phong's brother-in-law.”

"He even smiled and said to me: 'The source of our products from To Niem's shop is all clear'. His eyes looked very uncomfortable."

I put down the phone and immediately opened the supplier management system. My shop has three main suppliers. The largest party accounts for sixty percent of the supply. The person in charge is indeed Trieu. But before now I never thought he was related to Tran Phong. I immediately called.

“General Trieu, I want to confirm the application months later.”

“Ah… General To…”

The other person's voice was a bit hesitant.

“This… I was also about to tell you, next month we may not be able to supply the goods anymore.”

"That... the factory over there adjusted capacity. Your quantity is a bit small, so priority should be given to big customers first."

“General Trieu.”

My voice was cold.

"I've been cooperating with you for two years, consistently taking in more than 300,000 yuan in goods each month, and now suddenly I'm a small customer?"

The other end of the line hesitated for a long time. Finally, he said in a low voice:

“President To, it's not that I don't want to provide it.”

“Someone has spoken up.”

"I'm not at liberty to say specifically, you can figure it out yourself."

I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair. Tran Phong. He's started messing with my work. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, then opened my contacts and found the phone numbers of the two remaining backup providers. Don't panic. He blocked one of my paths. I still have another way. But this made me realize something. Tran Phong does not want a divorce. He wants to destroy me. On Friday, I made an appointment with a lawyer. Introduced by lawyer Phuong Vien. Her cousin's classmate, who specializes in handling marriage cases, is surnamed Co. Lawyer Co looked at all the documents I prepared. Three years of transfer records. Bank statement. Marriage certificate. Photos give bad reviews. Along with the recording of the call of the supplier cutting off the supply of goods. Lawyer Co pushed up his glasses.