A life of financial freedom

Carrying legal documents and following all necessary procedures, the police released Zhong Tingyue.

A policewoman walked over, smiling, and said, "Ms. Zhong, you are free to go."

"I..." Zhong Tingyue hadn't quite processed it yet.

"You're released without charge," the policewoman replied.

Zhong Tingyue looked up from her book, rubbing her temples.

This day had come faster than she'd expected.

"Thank you."

"We uphold the rights of every law-abiding citizen and won't allow you to be treated unfairly."

The policewoman looked at Zhong Tingyue, her eyes full of admiration.

She knew about Zhong Tingyue's bravery and fearlessness, that she had killed a crazed madman, which was very impressive.

She also envied Zhong Tingyue.

While Zhong Tingyue was detained, Chu Fang came to see her every day, bringing various delicacies and telling jokes to cheer her up.

The affection between them was palpable.

The policewoman thought of her own husband and compared the two, sighing, "Why is there such a difference between people?"

Other women's husbands were rich, handsome, gentle, and good cooks; her own husband was lazy, addicted to games, couldn't lift a finger, and acted like a king at home.

"I'm getting the urge to cheat."

The policewoman then shook her head.

Although her husband had many flaws, he was the person who loved her most in the world.

"Ms. Zhong, you can go now."

Zhong Tingyue closed her book, not rushing to leave, and went to the short-haired woman's side, saying, "I'm leaving. Thank you for protecting me these past few days."

"It's all part of my job. It's good you're leaving; don't come back." The short-haired woman smiled. "I wish you and your husband harmony, happiness, and a long life together."

"Honestly, I really want to see your husband, to see just how perfect he is. I don't think he could be more perfect than mine."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, silent for a few seconds, unsure what to say.

This short-haired woman's husband had died, forced to his death by his superiors. In a fit of anger, she killed her husband's superior and ended up in prison, awaiting a long sentence.

The short-haired woman laughed it off. "Hey, I don't care, so why should you feel guilty?"

"Now that I think about it, your husband should be more perfect than mine, because your husband is rich and gave me a huge sum of money, enough for my child to live on until they're eighteen. My husband couldn't do that."

The short-haired woman pushed Zhong Tingyue away. "Go on, leave."

Zhong Tingyue gave the book in her hand to the short-haired woman, who accepted it. "Thank you."

Then the policewoman and Zhong Tingyue left. Watching their departing figures, the short-haired woman fell silent, slowly retracting her gaze, then looking up at the sky.

"Husband, I miss you so much. I miss our baby so much."

"Husband, the verdict is coming down soon. I'm about to leave the detention center and enter prison. I'm so scared."

"But don't worry, I will survive, I will live well. I will leave this place and watch our baby get married and have children..."

... ...

The policewoman escorted Zhong Tingyue out of the detention center.

At the gate, Zhong Tingyue saw her friends and family waiting outside: Chu Fang, Zhong Rou, Yang Meina, He Yi, Jiang Wenzhen, Wu Di, Cai Guan... ...

Many people were gathered outside. Zhong Tingyue parted her lips slightly, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile as bright as spring flowers.

Just as she was about to step out, Chu Fang quickly said, "Wait."

Then he grabbed a basin from the side, lit it with a flame, and Zhong Tingyue said, "Mr. Chu, this is superstitious."

People believe that prisons are unlucky places, and leaving a prison requires stepping over a fire basin to dispel the bad luck.

"Just do it, don't worry about it."

Everyone present welcomed Zhong Tingyue in their own way. Zhong Rou held a water bottle in one hand and willow branches in the other, dipping the willow branches in the water and sprinkling it on Zhong Tingyue.

"Are you pretending to be Guanyin Bodhisattva?" Zhong Tingyue said speechlessly.

"Oh, sis, why are you so talkative?" Zhong Rou rolled her eyes.

It was a good day, and Zhong Tingyue didn't bother to argue with her little sister, but her nose twitched, and the smell was a bit off. "Where did you get this water from?"

"Who said this is water? This is high-proof baijiu." Zhong Rou explained, "I think Guanyin Bodhisattva's bottle is filled with baijiu. She drinks all day, otherwise, why would she not do human things?"

Zhong Rou didn't like Guanyin Bodhisattva. She thought that half of the monsters in 'Journey to the West' were from her family, and she couldn't manage her own monsters, causing trouble everywhere.

She must be drunk!

A drunkard.

While Zhong Rou was talking, she took out a lighter from her pocket.

Everyone around was immediately frightened and quickly stopped Zhong Rou.

Chu Fang: "Are you trying to kill your sister?"

High-proof baijiu combined with flames would be a blossoming human firework.

"Hehe, I was just playing around."

Leaving the detention center, Zhong Tingyue found a clothing store nearby and went in to change, taking off her prison uniform and putting on the clothes that had been sent.

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

Then she left the changing room, looked at her childhood friend, and Yang Meina pouted. "I think the prison uniform suits you better. Prison style is the most popular right now."

Yang Meina had thought she was very beautiful just now, but now she felt inferior.

Zhong Tingyue was wearing a cream-colored knitted cardigan, the soft fabric clinging to her curves, and delicate pearl buttons shimmering with a gentle light.

Her lower body was wearing a mustard-yellow A-line skirt, the high-waisted design lengthening her legs, and a brown leather belt around her waist, the metal buckle delicate and retro, highlighting her slender waist.

After everything was settled, Chu Fang treated everyone to a meal, and they went to a star-rated hotel.

"How was it in the detention center? Was it fun?" Zhong Rou asked curiously.

"What? Do you want to go in?" Zhong Tingyue glanced at her little sister.

"Well... I kind of want to."

While everyone was eating, Chu Fang sat outside, looking up at the sky. "It's finally over."

"Mr. Chu."

"Call me Dad."

"Dad."

"...Why are you being so polite?"

This made Chu Fang uncomfortable.

"Hehe..." Zhong Tingyue said, "Let's go for a walk."

Then the two of them left.

When everyone had finished eating, they didn't see Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue. Yang Meina: "Where did they go?"

"Your two friends have already left," the waiter said.

Everyone then prepared to leave, and the waiter stopped them, saying, "Please pay the bill."

Jiang Wenzhen gritted her teeth. "That scumbag Chu Fang didn't even pay the bill?!"

So Chu Fang's so-called treat was just him ordering and everyone else paying, right?

Zhong Rou pulled on Yang Meina's sleeve. "Sister Nana, you know me best, I don't have any money..."