Chapter 8 — Two Million Yuan Ends Eight Years of Marriage

Unfortunately, there is no Oscar statue for them yet. I looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the video, my lips curled slightly. Chu Van Bac, do you think this can turn the situation around? It's so naive. You forgot, I still have the last trump card. I sent the recording of him threatening me, along with a transfer statement of 2,000,000 yuan and a loan contract of 3,500,000 yuan to Lam Nguyet. 【Do me a favor.】 【Give these things to reporters at the scene.】 【They want to play with public opinion, so let's play to the end.】 Lam Nguyet worked, still as quick as ever. She immediately contacted a friend who worked in the local media. Less than ten minutes.

The "truth package" including audio recordings and all evidence was sent directly to the phones of all reporters present at the scene.

I scrolled through the local news app again. A notification pops up, with the glaring word “HOT”. 【The case of the man trying to jump from the building at the Thien Thinh building suddenly turned upside down! Doubts related to asset transfers and major debt disputes!】 The title is simple, straightforward, but gets straight to the point. I clicked. All the evidence I sent has been posted. The bank statement has been covered with sensitive information, but the number 2,000,000 yuan and the name Zhou Wenqi are still clearly visible. The loan contract was 3,500,000 yuan, a number that cut like a knife in the eyes. But the most fatal thing is the recording. Chu Van Bac's voice was full of menace, echoing clearly.

"If you don't pay and don't come back and apologize, you won't want to see Chu Niem again in your whole life!"

The comments section immediately exploded. Public opinion instantly reversed.

"Oh my god! It turns out this guy gave 2 million to his sister?"

"Still carrying another 3.5 million in debt? This is crazy!"

“Listening to the recording gives me goosebumps, and even threatens my wife with my child, what trash!”

"The crying mother just now said her daughter-in-law ran away with the money, now I wonder if she still has face?"

“This is not jumping off a building, this is a play to kidnap morality!”

"I love my wife, marrying this kind of person is eight times unlucky!"

The reporters immediately felt like sharks smelling blood. They held up their phones, zoomed in on each photo, and showed it to the crowd. There began to be whispers around, surprise, which then turned into contempt. Everyone's eyes completely changed. From sympathy, to disgust. On the rooftop, Chu Van Bac had not yet realized anything. He was still screaming, playing the "victim" role.

"Kha Tinh! Come here for me!"

"You ruined my family! Ruined my life!"

“If you don't come today, I'll jump down now!”

His voice was transmitted via livestream, spreading throughout the city. But this time, there was no one left to pity him. A brave reporter raised the microphone and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Chu! May I ask if it is correct for you to transfer 2,000,000 yuan of joint assets to your sister?"

“You have a debt of 3,500,000 yuan, and you also use your son to threaten your wife, is that right?”

"You were fired by the company because you lost your reputation, so you used jumping off a building to put public pressure, right?"

Each question was like a knife stabbing straight into his heart. Chu Van Bac's scream suddenly stopped. He stopped at the edge of the terrace. His face turned from anger to shock, then panic. He couldn't understand. Why was everything exposed so quickly? He bowed his head and looked down. Down there, hundreds of screens The phone screen is bright. On it was his own distorted face, and the loan contract bore his signature. In that moment, all the camouflage was torn away. He was like a man stripped naked in the crowd. Naked, humiliated. Shame, anger, despair. It all rushed up like a wave, engulfing him.

"No! It's not like that!"

He shook his head frantically, speaking incoherently.

"It's her! It's Kha Tinh who harmed me!"

“She forced me!”

But no one believes it anymore. Some scornful laughter rang out in the crowd.

“Jump, why haven't you jumped yet?”

“Is the show over?”

“Get down, stop taking up public resources, it's embarrassing!”

Those words were like a slap to his face. His face was red, like pig liver. His body trembled violently with anger and humiliation rising to the extreme. His legs wobbled, almost actually falling off the edge of the terrace. Luckily, the police behind him quickly pulled him back. The play has finally come to an end. Zhou Wenbo did not die. But it's worse than death. When the police took him away, he covered his face with his shirt. Don't dare look anyone in the eyes. He knows clearly, I'm done. Socially dead. Compared to real death, it is a hundred times more cruel. And I, the one behind it all. Sitting in a warm apartment, holding a glass of wine, looking at his pathetic image on the screen. The corners of the lips curled slightly. A cold smile, of a winner. Chu Van Bac, I already told you. This game has only just begun. Hell… I just touched it.