Chapter 12 — You demand justice, I'll show you what justice is

Vuong Que Chi rushed forward, knocking over a tower of champagne on the way. The glass broke with a clang. The eyes of the entire hall turned to us.

"Lam Vy! Do you know how you harmed Tran Hao?"

I looked at her, calmly.

"He was fired from the company! Because of you! You stopped cooperating, you caused a stir at the party, letting the whole industry know that he relied on his wife—now no company dares to accept him!"

Tran Lam stood next to him, adding fuel to the fire.

“Divorce is not enough, you also want to destroy my sister's career!”

Lac Lac was frightened and cried, standing aside and screaming. The whole auditorium was silent. They all looked at me. I picked up a tissue from the table and bent down to wipe the champagne stains off my shoes. Then stand up straight.

"Auntie, Tran Hao was fired not because of me. It's because after being reinstated, for three consecutive months he ranked last in sales. Previously, 70% of his achievements came from Tan Duyet Media. After the cooperation was restored, the person in charge of my side was changed. He had to find customers himself... but he couldn't do it."

Vuong Que Chi's mouth opened and then closed.

“You—you did it on purpose!”

"No. Changing the person in charge is the decision of the operations director. I do not interfere. Influencing business decisions because of personal relationships, I only did it once—when choosing Han Vu. That time I was wrong, so I won't do it again."

Tran Lam growled.

"Now that I have money, I should show my face, right? Why didn't I say anything when I married you?"

"When I married your sister, I was even richer than now. It's just that you all thought my salary was 20,000 yuan."

The auditorium began to murmur. I vaguely heard a few words—

“split in half”… “mother-in-law”… “counterattacked”…

The story that night... has become an anecdote. To Lac came out from the crowd and stood next to me.

"Guard, please come out. This is a private event. Without an invitation, you will not be allowed in."

Vuong Que Chi still wanted to speak, but was pulled away. As she reached the door, she turned around and shouted:

"Lam Vy! Just wait! My son will not forgive you!"

The door closes. Music and talking gradually returned. I took a glass of water and returned to my seat. The investor next to me looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

“That last paragraph alone… is more interesting than any case study.”

"Too much praise. Just a family matter."

“To be able to handle family matters like that... I've never seen it before.”

I didn't reply. Take a sip of water. Just like what happened just now— After all the noise, there's nothing left. After the news of Tran Hao's dismissal spread in the world, things began to turn in a direction I did not expect. A post appeared online.

"Husband's 60,000 yuan salary wants to split it in half, but he didn't expect his wife to be a rich person - the most ironic marriage story of all time"

Almost coincides with my experience. Even though you're anonymous, just one glance is enough to understand who you're talking about. The comments section exploded.

"I'm laughing, my salary is 60,000 yuan but I want to split it in half, my wife earns tens of millions every year."

“This kind of man deserves life.”

“A lesson: some people only see a few pennies of their own.”

"My mother-in-law brought all seven people to live in the cottage and even forced her to cook? What kind of strange family is that?"

After 48 hours, the number of reads exceeded one million. I'm looking for To Lac.

"I don't know. Posted anonymously. Maybe the people attending the party that day, maybe it was spread from within the circle."

"Remove it. I don't want to be the subject of gossip."

"Are you sure? This wave is completely beneficial for you—”

“Sure. I don't need to use other people's sympathy to prove I'm right."

Su Lac contacted the platform, reducing the heat on the article. But public opinion has flared up and cannot be quelled immediately. A series of self-media accounts began to repost, with increasingly "harsh" headlines:

“Dividing is like a mirror: the man who slaps himself the hardest”

“The divorce lesson of a female CEO — after reading it, I just want to applaud”

One day, the PR department received 17 interview invitations. I refuse them all. But that afternoon, an unexpected call came.

“Lam Vy, that post… was you posted, right?”

“Are you sure?”

“Tran Hao, if I want to embarrass you, I don't need to use that method.”

He was silent for five seconds.

“I... can't find a job now. Sending more than thirty applications, in the final round, people checked their backgrounds—used to live in Han Vu—wife is Tan Duyet—all were eliminated.”

“I can't help you.”

“I don't need your help. Just… wanted to tell you.”

“Tell me what for?”

Silence again.

“Maybe it's to let you know… I'm already receiving retribution. You don't need to do anything else.”

I looked down at the documents on the table.