Chapter 7 — The Day I Stopped Fasting, They Lost Everything

Their performance quickly attracted an unknown crowd, some people pointed at the building, some took out their phones to film. Seeing more and more people, Luu Ngoc Mai acted even more enthusiastically, crying until her eyes widened and she fell to the ground as if for real.

"Mom! Mom! What's wrong with you!" Chu Le screamed, hugged the "unconscious" person, and cried until her heart was broken.

“Mom, wake up, you can't die, it's all because of that fox spirit Hua Tinh, he forced you to the end, please save someone, someone is dead.”

The scene was so bloody that even passersby had to stop and look a few more times. Company security tried to chase them away many times but was stopped by them. Things are getting bigger and bigger, many online accounts flock to the livestream, and sensational headlines appear one after another.

"Concussion! The rich girl sucked her boyfriend dry, mother and son collapsed in front of the company." and “Century Traitor Hua Jing, Searching for Identity.”

Just when Luu Ngoc Mai and Chu Le thought they were sure of victory, the company door slowly opened. My father, Hua Kien Quoc, was surrounded by a group of senior leaders and walked out. There was no anger on his face, and even a faint smile. He stood in front of the microphone, looked at the lens and the crowd, then cleared his throat slightly, the sound through the speakers echoed throughout the square.

“Thank you to the media and relatives for your interest, for everyone being so curious about our family's private affairs.

Today we will hold a live press conference right here, to explain everything to everyone watching." He stopped for a moment, his eyes slowly falling on Luu Ngoc Mai who was still "faint" on the ground.

“Just in time, I also have a few interesting recordings and videos in my hand, I believe everyone will be extremely interested.”

My father's words were like a heavy bomb, thrown straight into the noisy crowd. In the blink of an eye, everyone's curiosity was sparked. Live press conference. There is also audio and video recording. Is this preparing to turn the tables on the spot? All lenses immediately focused on my father. Luu Ngoc Mai is "faint" on the ground, her body stiffens slightly unconsciously. Chu Le's crying also immediately stopped. She looked at my father's calm look of victory, and for the first time, panic rose in her heart. Company employees work extremely quickly. In less than five minutes, a simple press conference stage with a large LED screen was set up right in front of the company's door. My father stepped up, held the microphone, and made a very light gesture of invitation.

“Ms. Luu Ngoc Mai and Ms. Chu Le, if you two are the accusers, please speak first.

Please express all your concerns before this entire live broadcast, I promise not to interrupt." Chu Le helped Luu Ngoc Mai stand up, her expression a bit hesitant when seeing the situation before her. But just thinking about 388,000 yuan and the house was lost to me. Greed once again overpowered reason. She thought my father was just threatening to save face. How can a big boss like you really expose the bad things in the house to the outside? He definitely wanted to reconcile in silence. Thinking of this, Luu Ngoc Mai regained his momentum. She grabbed the microphone and began a performance that reached "post-image" level. She cried as she told a tragic story about her “pure son "Defrauded by a money-hungry girl." In that story, Chu Hao was a hard-working, honest man who sacrificed everything for love. As for me, Hua Tinh, I was portrayed as a manipulative person who used my beauty to defraud money. The 388,000 yuan she turned into "the Chu family's starting capital" was completely defrauded. My purchase of the house was distorted so that I soon found someone else, preparing to run away with the money. Mrs. She told it to the point of emotion, as if she herself believed in the story. Many viewers who did not know the truth began to waver, and some even showed sympathy in the comments during the livestream.

“This Hua Tinh is really terrible.”

“Beautiful but black-hearted.”

“The Chu family is so pathetic, this type of woman must be severely punished.”

Luu Ngoc Mai spoke continuously for twenty minutes. At the end, I even managed to squeeze out a few tears.

“We know we are poor, we cannot compete with people who have money.

Today I risk my life to demand justice for my son." She finished speaking. The scene echoed with a few sporadic applause. My father was still standing there, listening to everything, with a calm smile on his face. He waited until the applause stopped before slowly picking up the microphone.

“Thank you, Ms. Luu Ngoc Mai, for bringing a very special... composition.”

“Next, is the presentation of evidence.”

Just finished speaking. The rear LED screen suddenly lights up. The audio playback interface appears on it. Right after that. A chillingly clear conversation echoed throughout the square.

“Hao, I've calculated it all for you.”

"Isn't that girl Hua Tinh from a rich family? Just let her deposit as much money as possible."

“On the house book, add the name Le Le first…”

"Wait until after we get married, we'll think of a way to get him to sign the divorce papers."

"At that time, the house is ours, don't let it take a penny away."

"That girl Hua Tinh... is just an idiot, she's easy to hold in her hand."

That is Luu Ngoc Mai's voice. It's the recording I sent to Chu Hao. The scene immediately fell into dead silence. All expressions were frozen.