Chapter 6 — My Children Suffer, You All Pay the Price

Her acting truly reached a superior level. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a poor old mother being bullied by her daughter-in-law. Trieu Loi stood next to him. Face full of pain and helplessness. Perfect for the role of a poor husband oppressed by his strong wife, stuck between mother and wife and not knowing what to do. This play... It's really well acted. They think they use morality to tie me down. Using public pressure to force me to bow my head. But the thing that disgusts me the most is still Trieu Thien. She hid behind the crowd. Secretly took pictures of me. Then quickly write a post full of salt and salt and send it to the apartment complex residents group and a local forum with a large amount of traffic. The title was extremely sensational: 《Concussion! A famous female executive director of a residential area, with an annual salary of millions of yuan, but she can't stand her parents-in-law, forcing the elderly to live on the streets!》 Just for a short time. Residents and netizens who did not know the truth began to criticize me.

"My God, he looks so decent on the outside but his heart is so cruel."

"Youth today are so selfish."

"There is no filial piety at all."

"This kind of daughter-in-law is truly eight times unlucky to marry."

In the blink of an eye. I became the target of everyone's attacks. An ungrateful woman. A cold-blooded daughter-in-law. A heartless person without humanity. I hugged Noan Noan and stood in the middle of the crowd. Endure criticism and malice from all directions. Noan Noan was frightened by that scene. The little face was pale. The baby buried her head tightly in my lap. The Trieu family watched as my face grew colder. Everyone had a proud look on their faces. They thought they had won for sure. They think that under such public pressure, I have no other choice but to compromise. But they were wrong. I just coldly looked at the clowns performing tricks in front of me. There was no anger in his eyes. There is only ridicule. Right when they rioted the most fiercely. Crying the hardest. I slowly took out my phone. I don't argue. Nor did they go to the residents' group to explain. In front of everyone, I calmly made two phone calls. The first one. Call building management.

"Hello, management center?"

"In front of apartment B1201, there are many people of unknown identity gathered."

"They are disrupting my travel and seriously affecting my normal life."

"Please send someone to handle it."

Then I made a second call. Report directly to the police.

"Hello, hello."

"I want to report."

"There is a group of people illegally occupying my private residence."

"They refused to leave, and gathered around, insulting and threatening me."

"My personal safety is at stake."

"The address is..."

The call ended. The whole world seemed suddenly quiet. The relatives who were shouting loudly just now were immediately stunned into silence. Vuong Que Phuong's cry was also choked in his throat. Trieu Loi and Trieu Thien looked at me with even more unbelievable eyes. It was like meeting me for the first time. Perhaps they didn't expect it even in their dreams. I will report directly to the police. I looked at each of those bewildered faces. The corners of his lips slowly curved into a cold smile. Don't you guys like to cause trouble? It's not like you guys like making a fuss oh what? Then I will play with you guys. Make this even bigger. Police sirens quickly sounded in the distance and then came closer. In a normally quiet residential area, the sound was especially deafening. And I know. The real play... It's just begun. The police car stopped under the building. Two uniformed policemen quickly went up. The moment they saw the police, the aunts and uncles who had been so aggressive just now immediately fell silent. Everyone retreated, no one dared to speak up anymore.

"What happened?"

"Who called the police?"

A police officer asked in a serious voice. I raised my hand. I calmly took out my citizen identification card and the original house ownership certificate from my bag and gave it to them.

"Dear comrade."

"This is my house."

"On the certificate there is only my name."

"These people arbitrarily occupied my house without my consent."

"Today they still gathered in front of the door, deliberately blocking and insulting me."