Chapter 16 — Marriage Is A Trap

“She even posted the hospital diagnosis, saying she was severely depressed because of online attacks.”

“How many shares?”

“It's already exceeded 10,000.”

“A lot of people started to sympathize with her.”

“Wait a minute.”

I opened Weibo. Below Phuong Dao's post, comments are increasing at a breakneck speed. Most lean towards her.

“This is truly cyber violence.”

“Nam Son is too much.”

“Divorce is divorce, why destroy a girl?”

I scrolled down a few more lines. Suddenly saw a newly posted comment. Account name is:

“Former employee Hang Vien.”

“I advise Ms. Phuong Dao to delete this Weibo post.”

“Because every word you said today…”

“It can all become evidence to present in court later.”

Below that comment, there were quickly a series of new comments.

“What do you mean?”

“Is there more drama?”

“There's a big melon, right?!”

My phone vibrated again. Co Dien's message.

“Phuong Dao has started to save herself.”

“She doesn't know yet…”

“Luc Canh Tham went to the police.”

Luc Canh Tham went to the police. As soon as this step was taken... All the cards were turned face up at the same time. That evening, nine o'clock. Tan Loc sent me a message.

“The police have officially received the case.”

“Luc Canh Tham handed over all the evidence.”

“Phuong Dao and Vuong Chi Cuong are currently suspected of being involved in acts of usurpation of positions and extortion.”

“Does Phuong Dao know?”

“Up to now she is still crying and denouncing you on Weibo.”

I opened Weibo. Phuong Dao's article has exceeded 30,000 shares. The topic #Victims of Male Violence# climbed to the twelfth position in hot search. The wind of public opinion continues to lean in her direction.

“A divorced woman ruining another woman, it's disgusting.”

“I have paid all of Nam Son's books.”

"Support Phuong Dao's lawsuit to the end!"

I put down the phone and went to the window. The city lights stretch as far as the eye can see. Lam Kha's phone called.

“Miss To, the new book return rate has increased by 15%.

“Editor-in-chief Trieu asked if she wanted to post a public statement.”

“Not posted.”

“But public opinion now…”

I quietly interrupted her.

“Do you believe me?”

The other end of the line was silent for a bit.

“Then wait another twenty-four hours.”

After hanging up, I sat down in front of my desk and turned on the computer. Then write an email. Recipient: The email body has only one sentence.

"I accept your invitation to the dinner party. What time?"

Three minutes later, the other party responded.

"The day after tomorrow at seven o'clock. I'll let Secretary Tran send it to you. Also... remember to watch the news at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

The eight o'clock news tomorrow morning? I don't ask more. Turn off email, take a shower, then go to bed. The phone next to the pillow lit up for the last time. It's Phuong Dao's WeChat message.

“To Niem, the things you did to me... I will never forget this for the rest of my life.”

I looked at that message for a long time. Was planning to answer a few questions. But in the end, there was still no message. Because there are some words... that don't need to be said with my own mouth. Tomorrow's newsletter will do all the talking for me. The next morning, exactly eight o'clock. I turn on the local news channel. On the screen is the building of Hang Vien Real Estate.

“Latest news from our station: CEO of Hang Vien Real Estate — Vuong Chi Cuong, was summoned by the police last night. investigation on suspicion of involvement in the crime of usurpation of position."

"According to known sources, the case originated from a complaint from a former employee, and the amount involved amounted to more than 8,000,000 yuan."

“The person who was summoned was also a woman named Phuong Dao, who is currently suspected of being an accomplice and engaging in extortion. The case is still under further investigation.”

The image is transferred to Hang Vien company portal. The staff stood in groups on the side of the road, everyone talking loudly. Then the screen changed to Phuong Dao's Weibo page. The long article accusing me... Has been deleted. The entire account is also empty. I turned off the TV. The phone started vibrating frantically. Editor-in-Chief Trieu. Everyone's messages flooded in at once. I just opened Tan Loc's news first.

“Phuong Dao at the police station has completely collapsed.”

"She said it was all directed by Vuong Chi Cuong, she was forced."

“But the recording is there, her testimony doesn't hold up.”

I answered with exactly one word. Then open the message from editor-in-chief Trieu.

“Miss To!!! The book return rate has decreased! Furthermore, the number of pre-orders this morning skyrocketed 600%! As soon as the news broke out, everyone was looking for her books!”

I put the phone down on the table. Raise your head and look out the window. The sun is very beautiful today. The phone vibrated again. It's a message from Luc Canh Tham.

“To Niem, Phuong Dao has been arrested.”

"I know."

“The police said those altered documents… it was true that I was taken advantage of.”

“But the company side…”

“Probably fire me.”

“That's your problem.”

“To Niem, you…”

“Luc Canh Tham.”

I interrupted him.

“The only thing you should do now is cooperate with the police to clearly investigate the case.”

“Other things… let's talk later.”

After sending that message, I deleted my entire chat history with Luc Canh Tham. Not out of hatred. It's because this person... No longer belongs to my world.