My Boyfriend Framed Me for Stealing His Savings

After dating for three years, my boyfriend would transfer his entire salary to me every month, saying we were saving for our marriage fund, and he would ask me for money when he needed to spend it.

On the eve of our wedding, his father suddenly fell seriously ill, and my boyfriend demanded I hand over all the money to pay for his father's medical treatment.

I said I had no money, but my boyfriend refused to believe me, pointing in my face and cursing me.

"I earn 17,000 a month, and with year-end bonuses, that's 250,000! Over three years, that's 758,625.5 yuan! And you're telling me you have no money?"

"You need to give me the money right now! If my father's treatment is delayed because of this, I'll make you pay!"

Facing his hysterical accusations, I pulled out all the bills from the past three years.

1

That evening, I had just finished cooking when my boyfriend Song Chunfeng rushed in frantically.

He knocked over a plate of food, scalding me and making me cry out involuntarily, but he didn't even glance at me.

He grabbed my hand, his expression tense as he said:

"Yaoyao! My dad is sick. I've been giving you my salary all this time. Give it all to me now."

"I need to pay my dad's hospital deposit!"

My boyfriend's mother, Qin Meijuan, who had been sitting on the sofa like an empress waiting for me to serve her, also shot to her feet:

"What? How could your father be sick?"

Then she turned her gaze to me, her brow furrowed unhappily.

"Yaoyao, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and give my son his money back! You two aren't even married yet. It was one thing to manage the money before, but you're not thinking of refusing to return it, are you?"

I didn't speak, turning instead to the kitchen to rinse my burn under cold water.

Then I went to apply burn ointment.

Seeing me ignore him, Song Chunfeng immediately grew angry.

He grabbed my shoulders, demanding angrily:

"Yaoyao, can't you get your priorities straight? What's more important right now—applying ointment or my father's medical treatment?"

"Hurry up and give me the money!"

I looked at his ferocious expression.

Calmly, I said: "I have no money."

Song Chunfeng's eyes widened instantly. He shoved me hard.

Then, as if to vent his frustration, he kicked over the nearby trash can:

"How could there be no money? From the moment we got together, I've been transferring my salary to you."

"We've been together for three years. I've given you over seven hundred thousand. Even if you like shopping, you couldn't possibly spend this much every month!"

"Give me the card."

I pushed his hand away, rubbing my sore shoulder, and said coldly:

"I already told you I have no money. Your salary has all been spent. Instead of pressuring me, you should think of other solutions."

Song Chunfeng was completely enraged now, lunging at me like a wild beast.

His hands gripped my shoulders, forcing me to look at him:

"Where is the money? Where did all my money go?"

Beside us, Qin Meijuan also stood up excitedly.

"I see! No wonder you've been buying so many bags lately. So you spent all the money on yourself."

She said to Song Chunfeng:

"I told you long ago that this woman was no good. She spends too much money. How can our family afford someone like her?"

"And now look—you've spent all the money that could save your father's life! What are we going to do about your dad?"

Hearing this, Song Chunfeng's expression grew colder, and his grip tightened. No matter how I struggled, he wouldn't let go.

"I'm warning you—give me the money right now!"

"Otherwise, I'll make you regret it!"

I laughed in anger, looking up at him:

"What are you going to do to me? What can you do to me?"

"The money is all spent. The card is right here."

Finally breaking free from his grasp, I took a bank card from under the coffee table and slapped it on the table:

"If you don't believe me, go check for yourself. See if there's even a single cent left in that card!"

Seeing the familiar bank card, Song Chunfeng's expression first lit up with joy, then quickly darkened again at my words.

"I earn 17,000 a month. With bonuses, over three years that's 758,625.5 yuan total."

"If you're lying, that's one thing. But if the money is really gone, you must pay me back. Not a single cent less!"

After saying this viciously, he hurriedly left the house.

Beside us, Qin Meijuan looked at me with contempt:

"You gold-digger will go to hell!"

"How did our son ever fall for someone as wasteful as you? If he had gotten together with Yanyan back then, none of this would have happened. You're a disaster for our family!"

I turned to her with a laugh:

"Wasn't it Zhang Yan who left him because he had no money and ran off with someone else?"

"Why do you talk as if Song Chunfeng was the one who dumped her?"

Qin Meijuan's face turned green instantly.

Her finger trembled as she pointed at me for a long moment, but she couldn't get a word out.

She just clutched her chest and sat on the sofa:

"Oh! Old man, what misfortune has befallen our family!"

"My son has fallen for a spendthrift, and now she dares to anger her future mother-in-law!"

"You couldn't have picked a worse time to get sick. All our family's money has been wasted. We can't save you!"

"When you go to the underworld, you must curse this wicked woman to a miserable death!"

While she wept and wailed there, I didn't even spare her a glance.

I happily sat at the dining table and began to eat.

I had barely finished when there was a sudden bang at the door.

I jumped in surprise and turned to see a panting Song Chunfeng burst in from outside.

Before I could react, a slap landed sharply across my face.

I stood up, overturning the table, and roared at him:

"What are you doing? How dare you hit me!"

But he was even angrier than I was:

"There was over 700,000 in that card! Only a few yuan left! How could you spend all our family's three years of savings!"

"Where did you spend all that money? Give it back to me now!"

Hearing this, I suddenly sneered, mockery in my eyes:

"What makes you so sure I spent that money?"

He was furious:

"I went to the bank to check the transaction records. Among that 700,000-plus, many were large expenditures."

"Basically every month, there were transfers of several thousand yuan to an account I don't recognize!"

"Tell me—who did you send all that money to?"

At this, the mockery on my face grew stronger:

"Since you already went to the bank, why didn't you investigate thoroughly to see who it was sent to? If you can't figure it out, call the police. They'll definitely be able to find out."

Hearing this, Song Chunfeng's expression changed slightly.

A few seconds later, he actually plopped to his knees before me, tears welling in his eyes:

"Yaoyao, stop playing games with me, alright?"

"I know I had a bad attitude just now, but my father is waiting to be saved! I'm desperate!"

"Just give me the money first. As long as you give me the money, I'll do anything. You can even have my life!"

I watched him impassively.

Provoked by my gaze, he stood up, his voice full of disappointment and accusation:

"You're still not giving it back? Fine, I said we were saving the money for our wedding, but what's more important—a dignified wedding or my father's life!"

"Can't you have any conscience? Do you really have to watch my father die?!"

"I'm begging you, please let me go, alright?"

"I won't marry you anymore. I won't marry anyone!"

"Just return all that money to me!"

But I continued to watch him with contempt.

Whether he tried sweet persuasion or tearful threats, I only calmly repeated the same two words: no money.

Qin Meijuan's eyes rolled around, and I knew she was cooking up some big move to use against me.

But I wasn't afraid at all. After all, I had said I had no money, and that was that.

No matter how she pressured me, I had no money.

Qin Meijuan glared at me fiercely, muttered something, and returned to her room.

But I kept my eyes on the pair of solid gold bracelets on her wrist.

Those were the large gold bracelets he had bought for his mother last year.

Together, they weighed 100 grams, and the dress she was wearing—a 7,000-plus yuan silk dress that she used as pajamas, bought without a second thought. Even the slippers on her feet were from a famous brand and worth a fortune.

And now all this money was being blamed on me.

I sat on the sofa helplessly and started scrolling through my phone.

After all, I wasn't the one who spent the money. Even if this escalated, I wouldn't be the one losing face. Let them make as much trouble as they wanted.

That night, Song Chunfeng returned home drunk.

He was brought back by two friends.

The moment the three of them returned, they all looked at me with hostility, and Qin Meijuan deliberately went over and asked:

"Oh, my dear son, what's wrong? Why did you drink so much?"

Before Song Chunfeng could speak, his friend spoke first, giving me a displeased glare.

"What else could it be? The uncle's condition has worsened, and the hospital has repeatedly demanded payment."

"But there's nothing we can do—there's no money."

"Chunfeng gathered us brothers together, asking us to help pool some money to see if we could save his father first."

"We barely managed to scrape together enough for the hospital deposit, but the follow-up treatment will require at least another 500,000."

"We've all just started working recently. None of us are as successful as he is, and we can't come up with that much money at once."

"Chunfeng was anxious and drank too much."

Another friend shot me a vicious glare.

"I told you long ago that Chunfeng's girlfriend was unreliable."

"But I never imagined someone could be so heartless, not even helping her future father-in-law."

Before he could finish, Song Chunfeng cut him off sharply.

"What future father-in-law? I won't marry such a vicious woman."

"Call me blind. All these years of devotion fed to the dogs. It's all my fault!"

He began slapping himself, kneeling before Qin Meijuan:

"Mom, I'm sorry to you, sorry to Dad."

"It was my blindness that brought such a jinx home, costing my father his life. Hit me if you must."

Qin Meijuan embraced him as they both wept, then turned to me viciously:

"You wicked woman, after causing our family such misery, how can you sit there so leisurely watching the show?"

"I'm warning you—if you don't return our money soon, I'll ruin you!"

Hearing her unthreatening words, I burst out laughing.

"I don't care. If you want to make trouble, go ahead."

"If you can produce evidence, sue me however you want. But I'll only say this—the money isn't with me."

"Do whatever you want. I've already given you the card. You can't possibly be thinking of taking money directly from me, can you?"

At this, Qin Meijuan's expression changed slightly.

Beside her, the drunken Song Chunfeng also stiffened.

The two friends who had brought him back had already left during our argument.

Sometimes I felt quite helpless. I had already made it so clear to them that I had no money, yet they still thought they could get something from me for nothing.

I lay down indifferently, wondering what other tricks they might pull.

It wasn't until the next morning when I went to work early that I understood what my mother-in-law meant by "ruining me."

I had barely sat at my desk for a few minutes when I suddenly heard commotion downstairs.

I listened carefully—it sounded like someone was screaming and crying.

A few minutes later, a security guard came upstairs, looking at me with displeasure.

"Su Yao, hurry downstairs and see about your mother-in-law. She keeps disturbing our work. This isn't acceptable."

"Please everyone, be understanding. Don't make this difficult for me."

I immediately understood—Qin Meijuan had come to make an example of me.

I apologized repeatedly and followed the security guard downstairs.

I saw Qin Meijuan sitting in our company lobby, clutching another security guard's hand and refusing to let him go.

The security guard looked embarrassed, and when he saw me, it was as if he had seen a savior.

"Sister Su Yao, please come quickly. Your mother-in-law is looking for you."

I frowned and walked over.

"You told them I was your mother-in-law?"

Qin Meijuan hadn't expected this to be the first thing I said to her. Her expression stiffened slightly, but the next moment she became righteous again.

"You spent so much of our family's money, so you're definitely going to marry my son."

"What's wrong with me calling you your mother-in-law?"

I found it amusing.

"That money wasn't spent on me. Whoever it was spent on, go ask them for it back."

"Why are you making a scene at my company!"

But she said with a crying voice, suddenly turning and kneeling before me, gripping my hand tightly.

"Yaoyao, I know you're a good child. You were just temporarily blinded by money. You definitely didn't spend it all intentionally."

"As long as you return the money now, after your father-in-law recovers, Mom will give it all back to you, alright?"

"Just consider it Mom borrowing from you. This old woman is kneeling to beg you—save my husband."

"He's at such an age, hasn't enjoyed many good years yet, hasn't seen you and Chunfeng get married. He can't just die like this!"

Qin Meijuan, not satisfied with this, seeing I still hadn't spoken, actually moved back a few steps and began kowtowing to me with loud thuds.

I sighed inwardly. This mother and son were really going all out, both of them with such soft knees.

A colleague who had always been on bad terms with me at the company curled her lips with a sarcastic smile.

"Sister Su Yao, I never thought you could be this kind of person, just watching your future mother-in-law kowtow there. So heartless."

She walked over softly, speaking in a pleasant tone:

"Auntie, don't beg her like this. She has no conscience, but that doesn't mean the rest of us do."

"Tell us what happened. We'll all help you solve it."

Seeing a glint in Qin Meijuan's eyes, I knew she had been waiting for someone to ask this question.

Sure enough, the next moment she recounted our argument from that night.

Finally, she began crying and pleading to me again:

"Yaoyao, even if you lend it to me, alright?"

"I won't even ask for that 700,000-plus back. If you don't want our Chunfeng, Auntie agrees you two don't have to get married."

"Just consider that money our Chunfeng gave you. Now can Auntie borrow it back from you first?"

I crossed my arms, found a comfortable chair to sit in nearby, and watched her coldly.

"Fine, then come over and let's write an IOU."

I took out paper and pen I had prepared. Qin Meijuan's expression froze.

She hemmed and hawed for a long time but wouldn't come over to write the IOU.

But the colleague who had helped her speak earlier became sarcastic.

"Well, well, I didn't expect you to be so prepared."

"Took someone's money and now you want them to write an IOU. I've never seen anyone so shameless."

Several other colleagues also looked at me with disgust.

But so what? I didn't take the money—that was that.

I wasn't about to let her kowtow a few times and walk away with over 700,000. Her head would be too valuable for that.

Qin Meijuan completely ignored my talk of writing an IOU, just kneeling there wailing.

Her crying made me irritated, so I directly threw the paper and pen toward her.

"I already said that as long as you write me an IOU, I'll consider lending you the money. Why are you still crying?"

"Haven't you achieved your goal? Didn't you just say you wanted to borrow money from me?"

She was instantly speechless, her eyes darting around wildly.

"But... but... that's my money."

She stuttered for a long time before finally saying this in a low voice.

Our commotion attracted the boss's attention.

The colleague immediately went over, embellishing what had just happened to the boss.

My boss, who had previously appreciated me quite a bit, immediately turned serious and said to me:

"Get this matter settled quickly, then come to my office."

I had a bad feeling in my heart.

But honestly, I wasn't very attached to this job.

So I directly sneered and said to Qin Meijuan:

"Either you write me an IOU today and I'll lend you the money."

"Or else I'll say the same thing—I have no money, but I have a life to give."

"Even if you kneel here until you die, I won't give you the money."

Qin Meijuan finally stood up shakily and left, still putting on a performance as she went.

"Truly, heaven has no eyes. How could our family encounter such a conscienceless person."

"Old man, don't blame your old wife. I really have no other choice."

The moment she said this, the colleagues looking at me became even more displeased.

But I gathered my things and went directly upstairs.

When I arrived at the boss's office, I was met with a rebuke.

"Do you know what kind of impact today's incident has had on our company?"

"It's already in the news, did you know that?"

I looked at what he had thrown at me and saw it was a report posted online just minutes ago.

And the accompanying video was exactly the recording of Qin Meijuan clutching me and crying while I stood by expressionless.

The camera angle for this video was very clever.

I hadn't noticed it at all, but it didn't affect me much.

Even if she wanted to use public opinion to pressure me, she had to consider whether she had enough evidence to support that opinion.

The boss's expression darkened slightly.

"This was originally your family matter, and I didn't want to say much, but today your mother-in-law caused trouble at the company, so I have no choice but to handle it."

"Take some time to handle your family matters first, then come back."

I was somewhat surprised to raise my eyebrows. I had already prepared to resign from the company.

I thanked my boss, packed my things amid everyone's contemptuous gazes, and left the company.

Passing the security guard, I could still hear a colleague at the front desk viciously spitting at me.

"I can't believe my colleague is this kind of heartless person."

"Whenever I think about working with her, I feel uncomfortable all over."

"That's right, spending her boyfriend's money and not returning it, letting her future father-in-law suffer in the hospital."

"If it were me, I could never do something so heartless."

A cold smile appeared on my lips, and when I returned home, I saw Qin Meijuan speaking triumphantly into the phone.

When she saw me return, she quickly hung up.

And then I noticed a petite woman sitting beside her.

She wore what looked like a very professional camera around her neck.

I understood immediately—she must have been the one who filmed that video.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered, I heard the woman introduce herself:

"Hello, you can call me Xiaoyu. I have 300,000 followers on a music app. You can search for my name."

I didn't take out my phone in her triumphant gaze but asked calmly:

"What are you doing in my home?"

Her expression stiffened slightly, as if displeased with my attitude.

So she emphasized her influencer status again.

"I was invited by your mother-in-law to come get justice for her."

She directly pulled up her phone interface and thrust it in front of me.

Showing me her follower count while proudly saying to me:

"I'm a private reporter who specializes in exposing society's dark side."

"When I learned about what happened in your family, I rushed over immediately to see who could swallow their boyfriend's family's savings of over 700,000."

"And then feel no remorse, making the mother-in-law kneel and write an IOU!"

She spoke with passion, but I only wanted to laugh after hearing it.

Seeing me laugh, a flash of disgust appeared in her eyes.

She put her phone in front of me again, showing the video that had already been posted online and caused a huge uproar.

"You should already know this video has been posted online. That's right, I did it."

"I only chose the less stimulating parts to broadcast."

"If you continue to be obstinate and not return the money, I'll post the complete video on my homepage."

"You know, my 300,000 followers are all righteous people who can't stand injustice."

"How they'll curse you then, I don't know."

"I heard you've already been fired from your company. If you get boycotted by the entire internet, your future life won't be so comfortable."

Beside her, Qin Meijuan couldn't help but reveal a smile.

"My son won't indulge you anymore."

But I just calmly curled my lips, even yawning boredly.

"How many times do I need to tell you? Your money isn't with me. I've already returned the card to you."

"The money inside was already spent by you all. Why won't you believe it?"

Qin Meijuan screamed.

"Impossible, my son earned so much money, how could it be spent so quickly?"

"Our family's expenses aren't that high. It must have been spent by you, you wicked woman. I'm calling the police to arrest you!"

I gestured to her with a "please go ahead" motion.

"If you want to call the police, go ahead. I don't care anyway. Then we'll see who has more reason."

The woman called Xiaoyu, surprised that I could be so stubborn, couldn't help but threaten:

"Don't you understand what impact it will have if I release this video? You'll be finished, do you understand?"

"It's just returning their money to them. There's no need to risk your entire future over this."

"If you have any difficulties, say so. I believe everyone will forgive you."

I frowned in irritation.

"I have no difficulties. I just have no money on hand. This money wasn't spent by me."

"After they spent it all, they're coming back to ask me for money. Isn't that going too far?"

Xiaoyu finally dropped her desire to help and sneered at me:

"Stubborn and unreasonable. Then we'll see each other online."

She took a deep breath and said to Qin Meijuan beside her:

"Auntie, I can't do anything else. Good words can't persuade someone who won't listen. Just agree to let me post this video online."

Qin Meijuan feigned heartache as she wiped her tears, nodding with tears in her eyes.

"Good child, Auntie supports you. I originally wanted to give her a chance, but now I see I was too naive."

I rolled my eyes speechlessly.

I packed my things, planning to move back to my own house.

I really couldn't stand listening to their passive-aggressive comments every day at home.

Seeing I was about to leave, Qin Meijuan roared sharply:

"You're leaving? If you leave, what will my son do? You're not allowed to go!"

But I directly pushed her away.

"What business is it of yours?"

Xiaoyu also tried to come pull me, but I slapped her hand away.

"Has no one ever warned you not to meddle in other people's family affairs? You have too much time on your hands!"

I grabbed my luggage and walked out of the house with large strides.

The neighbors watching the scene pointed at me, but I didn't care.

After all, they wouldn't be jumping around for much longer.

That evening, the complete version of that video exploded online.

Everyone was frantically searching for my identity information.

"Damn, this makes me so angry. Making the old woman kneel beside her begging for money back. It breaks my heart to watch."

"Really, she's something else. Making them write an IOU when that's clearly their money."

"They just want their money back. Why should they write an IOU? Truly, shamelessness knows no bounds."

I watched their curses expressionlessly, my heart unmoved.

They were just fence-sitters manipulated by public opinion—not worth mentioning.

And that Xiaoyu had already started a livestream with Qin Meijuan and Song Chunfeng, who hadn't appeared for a long time.

Song Chunfeng held his mother, crying hysterically before the camera.

Either slapping himself or endlessly regretting, saying he shouldn't have trusted me, causing his family to fall to this state.

Meanwhile, Xiaoyu beside them calculated Song Chunfeng's annual income, finally arriving at the exact figure of 758,625.5.

It matched Song Chunfeng's calculation perfectly.

Countless people flooded my social media accounts with insults and threats.

They would report me if I didn't return the money, until all my apps were banned.

Finally, amid their curses, I started a livestream, inviting them to join me for a PK battle.

When we all appeared on the screen together, their hostility finally found an outlet.

The public screen was filled with curses directed at me.

Some had even started digging up my home address, saying they would send funeral wreaths.

In this situation, I took out an account book.

"You've always wanted to know where that 750,000 went, right? Then let's reconcile the accounts today."

Hearing this, Song Chunfeng's expression on the other side changed. He rushed to say to me frantically:

"There's no need, Yaoyao. I never wanted to blame you."

"I'm just sad that you would take my money when my father is critically ill."

"As long as you return the money to me, I can forgive you. We can still be a happy couple."

Countless netizens were moved by his deep affection.

"Truly the best boyfriend ever. I wish I could marry someone like him in my next life."

"Really, why do all the good men in the world end up with these kinds of promiscuous women?"

"If my boyfriend could earn this much in a year and give me his salary to manage, I would definitely be a frugal and good wife, not letting him worry about these trivial matters."

Watching the comments on the public screen, I suddenly smiled.

I opened that account book in front of everyone.

"After we got together, he did give me his salary."

"But that doesn't mean he gave me complete control over the family finances."

"If we only needed to maintain three meals a day for our family of four, plus basic living expenses, this 17,000 would be more than enough."

"But reality is never as good as imagined."

I calmly pointed to the first line and said:

"Song Chunfeng is in sales. He often goes out drinking with clients and needs to give them gifts."

"And these gifts are all expensive things—one bottle of wine costs over 10,000, a carton of cigarettes several thousand."

"He gives me 17,000 in salary each month, but at least 7,000 of that 17,000 is taken by him to give gifts to clients."

Song Chunfeng's expression changed slightly. He stuck his neck out and shouted:

"So what? These are necessary expenses for maintaining my client relationships."

"Even if I take 7,000 each month, there's still 10,000 left. Dare you say where that money went?"

The netizens in the bullet comments helped explain his side—if you don't give gifts, why would they cooperate with you? What would they use to earn money for you? Shouldn't this money be spent?

I smiled calmly at him.

"As long as he admits this money was spent by him."

"But did you really spend this money on maintaining clients? How did I hear that you took this money to eat and drink extravagantly with your buddies?"

Song Chunfeng's expression changed dramatically. He pointed at me and screamed:

"What nonsense are you spouting? Those were all my clients."

I sneered and directly played a recording—of a drunk Song Chunfeng bragging in a hotel, which I had accidentally overheard and recorded.

"Brother Feng, you're taking the money you give your sister-in-law to treat us to dinner. Won't she be angry?"

Song Chunfeng's voice sounded proudly:

"What does she know? She thinks I'm out entertaining clients. She'll even cook me hangover soup when I get back."

"You guys don't understand—you need to find an obedient, easily controlled wife like this."

"Look, now I'm out drinking with you guys. Does she dare call me even once?"

"The last time she called me, I cursed her out, saying she ruined a contract for me. Since then, she hasn't dared call me again."

"These are all methods for training a wife. You should all learn from this."

Immediately, sounds of flattery erupted from those around him.

The bullet comments paused for a moment, then public opinion split into two camps.

"Damn, I just came for the drama, but I didn't expect to see such a plot twist."

Some supported me, while others still defended Song Chunfeng.

"Even if that 7,000 was spent drinking with buddies, so what? There's still 10,000 left. Dare you say where that 10,000 went?"

But I smiled slightly and turned to another page in the account book.

"Then let's talk about the remaining 10,000."

"His mother is someone who has always been extravagant with money."

"Before, his father had a high salary and could afford her spending habits, but since his father retired two years ago and the family's income sharply decreased, she never stopped buying jewelry."

"That gold bracelet on her hand cost seventy to eighty thousand, and she adds to her jewelry collection almost every six months or so."

"Her usual clothes and shoes are like flowing water—she pays for clothes costing thousands without blinking."

"Every time I advised her to buy less, she would say I hadn't married into their family yet and was being too nosy."

"Over time, I stopped saying anything."

Hearing this, Qin Meijuan's expression changed. She hemmed and hawed for a long time before finally sticking her neck out and saying:

"My son earns a lot. Are you saying I'm not allowed to spend it? I'll spend it. I'll spend it."

Looking at her unreasonable attitude, I smiled helplessly and spread my hands at her.

"I never said you couldn't spend it. As long as you admit you spent it yourself."

Qin Meijuan immediately shut her mouth, her eyes rolling around as she screamed:

"I didn't spend that much money. What nonsense are you spouting with your baseless accusations?"

"Those bracelets of mine are hollow. They're not worth much. Do you have proof?"

She insisted that without evidence, I couldn't slander her, but little did she know that what I lacked least was proof of their spending.

So I directly took a stack of receipts from the account book's pocket, with amounts of 70,000, 80,000, 30,000, and 40,000 everywhere.

I neatly displayed them before the camera, and soon someone recognized them as receipts from major department store jewelry shops.

More people in the bullet comments supported me.

"My goodness, I didn't expect the old woman, who looked so pitiful, to actually be not pitiful at all."

"Buying such expensive jewelry without hesitation. I have to coax myself for half an hour after spending 50 yuan on takeout. They're really too rich."

But I didn't let the father-in-law in the hospital off the hook.

I turned to the next page:

"Let's talk about my boyfriend's father."

He retired from an accounting position, having been shrewd and capable his whole life, considering himself a smart man who couldn't be deceived.

But after he retired, with Qin Meijuan obsessed with shopping all day and Song Chunfeng busy with his dubious friends, no one paid him any attention.

So at this time, those selling health supplements targeted the lonely him.

Calling him "dear father" and serving him attentively, they coaxed him into buying tens of thousands in health supplements.

"I warned him he was being deceived, but he didn't believe me, sticking his neck out and saying he had been smart his whole life—how could he be deceived?"

"Later, he escalated to buying even more health supplements. At first, he only spent his monthly pension of over 3,000 yuan after retirement."

"But later, after discovering Song Chunfeng's bank card on the coffee table, he secretly transferred money to his own card—one or two thousand at a time."

I closed the account book, my gaze fixed on the mother and son who wanted to bury their heads below the camera, and said calmly:

"So from the beginning, this money never reached my hands."

Seeing the public opinion turning against him, Song Chunfeng immediately changed his approach, kneeling toward me on camera.

"Yaoyao, this is my fault. I really wanted to marry you, so I treated you like family."

"I never quibbled with you about money, so I didn't know you were bearing so much behind my back."

"I know you look down on me for earning too little and not saving much money. It's my fault."

"But my father is waiting to be saved now. I really couldn't consider so much."

He wiped his tears and continued:

"I was just thinking—since you clearly have money, why couldn't you lend it to me first for this emergency?"

"My father is now paralyzed in bed, waiting for this money for surgery."

"Please, just lend me this money first. After my father recovers, I'll work like a dog to pay you back."

The netizens in the bullet comments actually felt sympathy for him because of his performance.

But I couldn't give him another chance to turn things around. I directly raised my hand and took out a recording from my phone.

"Your father is sick—real or fake? How did I hear it's not what you say?"

Song Chunfeng's expression changed, and he shouted at me:

"How could I joke about my own father's health? Even if you look down on me, you can't slander me like this."

And at the same time as his words, a recording I had prepared earlier played.

And this recording was actually a continuation of that previous recording.

Song Chunfeng obviously realized what he had said later and desperately tried to close his livestream.

But even if he closed it, so what?

The netizens had all flooded into my livestream room. He could only watch helplessly as I pressed the play button, listening to his voice emerge from it.

"Keep bragging. Who doesn't know you're a simp for your sister-in-law? You even gave her your salary card. You're completely controlled by her."

And Song Chunfeng's voice came from inside, with a hint of pride.

"You don't understand. This is what I call small deposits, large withdrawals."

"I give her 17,000 a month, then take 20,000 at once. She still has to save it for me and take responsibility for it."

"She should even thank me for giving her the opportunity to manage the money. She probably thinks I love her more too."

The sound of laughter came from the other side. I expressionlessly cut off the recording.

Song Chunfeng's expression instantly froze. Now no one in the bullet comments was speaking up for him anymore.

Instead, they used all the curses that had been directed at me on him.

The words "apologies" flooded his livestream screen, and Xiaoyu, who had helped him start the livestream, had already quietly ended the stream and deleted all videos from her homepage.

Only one sentence remained:

"I didn't know he was this kind of person. I'm innocent. Please don't curse me anymore."

But her background used a photo with white background and black text.

"I don't believe any innocent act. Someone who can preserve evidence so completely—you fools were just used by her. I was just helping justice."

I looked at her homepage and laughed out loud. Taking advantage of the audience's righteous indignation, I released the final wave of evidence.

They were intimate photos of the two of them.

"Innocent? You two are anything but innocent. Haven't you been together with him for a long time?"

"You even sent provocative photos to my phone. Did you really think I knew nothing?"

I sneered, then clicked on another video.

It was clearly surveillance footage from our home. Song Chunfeng never expected me to have surveillance footage and screamed in shock:

"When was surveillance installed in our home? How didn't I know?"

Of course he didn't know. This was installed before we had even gotten together.

At that time, I had always wanted to raise a puppy but hadn't found the right opportunity.

Until my birthday, when he gave me a small puppy, I immediately rushed to buy all kinds of pet supplies.

But unfortunately, that puppy later got sick and went to dog heaven, so I threw everything away to avoid sad memories.

He thought I had thrown away the pet surveillance camera along with everything else, but it actually contained all my memories with that puppy.

So I kept the surveillance running, unexpectedly recording the entire process of him and that woman Xiaoyu discussing how to get money from me.

And Song Chunfeng's father wasn't sick at all. During this time, they had arranged for him to stay in a hotel.

Just waiting to get the money from me, the family of four would go on a nice vacation together.

This completely nailed them.

The opposing livestream was finally reported and shut down, and I posted all the evidence to my homepage.

Right and wrong, everyone could judge for themselves.

I glanced at the WeChat message my boss had sent me, a smile touching my lips.

Not only had I not been fired by my boss over this incident, but he appreciated my meticulousness and calm composure in handling matters, intending to promote and make good use of me.

After all, for a company like ours in the internet industry, no one could refuse an employee who brought their own traffic.

And after editing the entire story, it was posted to our company's website.

At the same time, a discussion group was established, with the topic being whether one should manage their boyfriend's money during a relationship.

No conclusion was reached on the final result, but our company's website became extremely popular because of it.

I was exceptionally promoted to team leader, with my bonus doubling from before.

And Song Chunfeng somehow learned of my current address and came to find me.

At this moment, he looked like a vagrant, his hair greasy and tangled, his face unshaven, with dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing me open the door, he lunged at me like a madman, but this time I didn't give him the chance to hurt me.

I picked up a pig-driving stick beside me and struck him hard on the waist. He let out a sharp scream and accused me:

"You're too ruthless. Must you destroy me?"

"You actually knew everything from the beginning—you were just waiting for me to take the bait, weren't you?"

"You used me to advance your own career. You're too ruthless. How could I ever have liked a woman like you!"

I laughed out loud, bent down, and left a sentence in his bloodshot eyes:

"But didn't I learn this all from you?"

"Everything I have now—isn't it what you wanted to achieve after your plan succeeded?"

I patted his face and kicked him away.

"That's enough. It's just the victor and the vanquished. Only I'm the victor, and you're the vanquished."

He wanted to say more, but I impatiently cut him off.

"We have no relationship anymore, and I won't give you a single cent!"

"Instead of pestering me here, you should think carefully about how your family of several people will survive from now on."

I slammed the door shut in his resentful gaze, ignoring however much he cursed and shouted outside.

Instead, I calmly called the police. Listening to him being taken away, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next time I heard about his family was almost a year later.

I had gone from being a project leader to one of the company's executives.

Just when the boss wanted to renew my contract, I directly submitted my resignation.

Only because I had reached the ceiling of what I could achieve at this company. It was time to start my own company.

And just as I was getting my new company off the ground, Song Chunfeng's father actually did get sick—with late-stage stomach cancer.

The doctor diagnosed it as having eaten something he shouldn't have, damaging his stomach, but without timely treatment, it had deteriorated to its current state.

The prophecy came true—they really did have to borrow money everywhere to save his father.

I heard they had already sold their house, with the family of three squeezing into life in a park outside the hospital.

And that blogger Xiaoyu had abandoned them, running off with another wealthy man willing to spend money on her.

Their family was in such a miserable state, which was indeed within my expectations.

Because this was all their retribution.

And my career had just begun.