Chapter 14 — Three Years of Being a Fake Wife, One Day Overturning the Table

Chu Van Bac's cousin. The person who called me wanted to use a few coins to buy silence. Today he was wearing a rumpled suit, holding a black-and-white photo of Zhou Wenbo, as if he were performing in a cheap play.

"Hua Tinh! You bastard has no conscience!"

“My nephew is dead and you still write a fabricated book about him!”

"You use his money to live happily, aren't you afraid that he will come knocking on your door at night?"

His appearance made the whole space quiet, readers looked at him and then at me, their eyes wavering. The security guard tried to drag him away, but he hugged the pole tightly, screaming, the flash light exploded again, and several people turned on the livestream on the spot. The editor-in-chief panicked and wanted to rush up to protect him, but I raised my hand to stop him, then took the microphone and walked out of the autograph table. Step by step, I walked towards him. Not angry. Don't panic. Just like watching a clown... act.

“Mr. Chu, long time no see.”

My voice rang out through the microphone, so calm that it made the whole space relax.

“Are you here today… to represent yourself, or to represent the whole so-called ‘Chu family’?”

He was stunned, he didn't expect me to face him directly like that.

"I... I represent my dead grandchild! I represent justice!"

He tensed his neck, trying to save his last bit of dignity. I smiled softly, a smile so cold that it made people shiver.

"Your nephew is guilty of double marriage and fraud, which has been clearly concluded by the court, and is a crime confirmed by law."

“And your sister-in-law, Luu Ngoc Mai, is still in prison, pedaling the sewing machine every day to contemplate her crime.”

"You entire Zhou family conspired to defraud me of my money and emotions for three years. The court said you must pay compensation, that's natural."

"What I write, every word and every word, has the court's verdict as a basis."

I took a step forward, looking straight down at him, my eyes were so cold that even without raising my voice, it was enough to make people step back.

"You ran here today to cause trouble. Did you feel that the court was wrong... or did you feel that there was a problem with the police investigation?"

"If you don't like it, just appeal, just sue me."

"I didn't dare to enter the court, but instead ran to my autograph session and held up my photo as a show..."

"Because you know, the law talks about evidence, but you... have nothing."

“What you have… is just the scoundrel and scoundrel nature inherited from you Chu family.”

My words rushed like bullets, each sentence hitting the ground, making the air feel like it was being torn apart. The surrounding crowd gradually understood, not knowing who shouted first.

“Get him out!”

Immediately, the whole space erupted.

"Go away! Don't dirty this place!"

"Call the police! Sue him for disturbing the peace!"

The man looked at the angry crowd, finally panicked, his hand let go of the pillar, the black and white photo in his hand trembled, looking both funny and pitiful. The security guard immediately rushed forward, held him tightly, and dragged him away.

“You… you won't end well!”

He was still screaming, his voice filled with helplessness as he was dragged away like a farce. I looked at that disheveled back, picked up the microphone, and said one last sentence.

“Call the police, report someone disturbing public order.”

"At the same time, contact my lawyer, I will sue him for defamation, not even a penny is missing."

Speak After I finished, I put down the microphone, returned to the autograph table, and the whole auditorium erupted in applause louder than before. I sat down, held my pen, and smiled at the next reader.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

"What's your name?"

Trash should be in the trash can. As for me... I have no interest in looking at it again. Half a month after the autograph signing incident, Phuong Tinh asked me out for afternoon tea. Now she is not only my lawyer but also my close friend. We met at a high-end French bakery. Today she was not wearing business clothes, but a beige jacket, making her temperament softer.

“The matter of the Zhou family uncle has been resolved.”

She handed me a file of documents, took a sip of tea, her voice calm.

“Detained for five days, in addition we filed a civil lawsuit.”

"He was so scared that he asked someone to come and reconcile at night, saying he wouldn't dare anymore."

I didn't even bother to look at the documents, pushed them aside, my voice was cold.

“That kind of person, if they don't see blood, they don't feel pain.”

Phuong Tinh smiled slightly, clearly getting used to my decisive way of working.

“Ah, there's something else about calling you out today.”

She took out an old envelope from her pocket, the paper was yellowed, the corners were frayed, and there was a prison censorship stamp on it.

“This is Luu Ngoc Mai sent from the women's prison.”

“She didn't have your address, so she sent it to my office.”

Hearing that name, my hand holding the cup of coffee stopped for a second. The woman who once stood in court cursed me, cursed me... The woman was scheming, cruel to the core. I haven't thought about her in a long time. I asked, my voice as pale as water. Phuong Tinh pushed the envelope towards me.

“You can see for yourself.”

“Inside is a letter asking for forgiveness, and a diagnosis from the prison hospital.”

I did not reach out to receive.

“Please tell me the results directly.”

Phuong Tinh sighed.

“It's not easy for her to live in there.”

"I'm old, have a harsh personality, don't get along with my roommate, and often have conflicts."

"Last month, while working, I had a stroke. Although I was able to save it, half my body was paralyzed."

“Personal activities are also very difficult now.”

“She wrote a letter to you, asking you to sign a waiver.”

"With the victim's forgiveness, she can ask for medical treatment or a reduced sentence."

Hearing that, I finally burst out laughing, a cold laugh. The blue sky has eyes.