Police officers, carrying legal documents, went through various procedures to verify the information before releasing Zhong Tingyue.

The policewoman walked over and said with a smile, "Ms. Zhong, you can leave now."

"I..." Zhong Tingyue was not able to react for a moment.

"Acquitted," the policewoman responded.

Zhong Tingyue looked away from the book and rubbed her temples.

This day came sooner than she had imagined.

"Thanks."

"We uphold the rights of every law-abiding citizen and will not allow you to be treated unfairly."

The policewoman looked at Zhong Tingyue with admiration in her eyes.

She knew about Zhong Tingyue's deeds; he was brave and fearless, capable of killing a madman, which was impressive.

She also envied Zhong Tingyue.

Zhong Tingyue was detained in a detention center. Chu Fang would come here every day, bringing all kinds of delicious food and telling all sorts of jokes to amuse her.

The affection between the two was palpable.

The policewoman thought of her husband and compared the two, and couldn't help but sigh: "How can there be such a big difference between people?"

Other people's husbands are rich, handsome, gentle, and good at cooking; my husband is lazy to death, addicted to games, can't lift a finger, and is a tyrant at home.

"I have an urge to cheat on you."

The policewoman then shook her head.

Despite her husband's many flaws, he is the person who loves her most in the world.

"Ms. Zhong, you can leave now."

Zhong Tingyue closed her book, but instead of leaving immediately, she went to the short-haired woman's side and said, "I'm leaving now. Thank you for protecting me these past few days."

"It's all I should do. It's good that you left. Don't come back in." The short-haired woman smiled. "I wish you and your husband a harmonious and happy life together, growing old together."

"To be honest, I really want to see your husband and see just how perfect he is. I don't think it's possible for him to be more perfect than mine."

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

The short-haired woman's husband had died because of oppression by his superior. In a fit of anger, she killed her husband's superior and ended up in prison, where she faces a long prison sentence.

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

“I’ve been thinking about it, and your husband is probably more perfect than mine because he’s very rich. He gave me a huge sum of money, enough for my child to live on until he’s eighteen. My husband isn’t like that.”

The short-haired woman shoved Zhong Tingyue away, saying, "Let's go."

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

The policewoman and Zhong Tingyue then left. Watching their retreating figures, the short-haired woman fell silent, slowly withdrew her gaze, and then looked up at the sky.

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

"Honey, the verdict is coming out soon, and I'm about to leave the detention center and go to prison. I'm so scared."

"But don't worry, I will live on, I will live well. I want to leave this place and see my baby get married and have children..."

... ...

The policewoman escorted Zhong Tingyue out of the detention center.

Upon arriving at the door, Zhong Tingyue saw her relatives and friends outside: Chu Fang, Zhong Rou, Yang Meina, He Yi, Jiang Wenzhen, Wu Di, Cai Guan...

A large crowd gathered outside. Zhong Tingyue parted her lips slightly, her mouth curving upwards, revealing a smile as beautiful as spring flowers.

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

Then, taking a basin from the side and lighting it, Zhong Tingyue said, "Mr. Chu, this is feudal superstition."

People believe that prisons are places of bad luck, and that one must step over a fire pit to dispel the bad luck before leaving prison.

"Don't worry about it, just step over it and you'll be fine."

Everyone present welcomed Zhong Tingyue out in their own way. Zhong Rou held a water bottle in one hand and a willow branch in the other. She dipped the willow branch in water and sprinkled it on Zhong Tingyue.

"You think you're Guanyin Bodhisattva, don't you?" Zhong Tingyue was speechless.

"Oh, sis, why do you talk so much?" Zhong Rou rolled her eyes.

On this auspicious day, Zhong Tingyue was too lazy to pay attention to her younger sister, but she sniffed, noticing something was off: "Where did you get this water from?"

"Who said this is water? This is strong liquor," Zhong Rou explained. "I think the bottle containing Guanyin Bodhisattva contains liquor. She drinks all the time, otherwise why would she act so inhumanly?"

Zhong Rou doesn't like Guanyin Bodhisattva. She believes that half of the monsters in "Journey to the West" are from her family, and that she can't control her own monsters, who cause trouble everywhere.

They must be completely drunk!

A drunkard.

As Zhong Rou spoke, she took out a lighter from her pocket.

This startled everyone around, who quickly tried to stop Zhong Rou.

Chu Fang: "Do you want to kill your sister?"

High-proof liquor paired with flames—that's a human firework in full bloom.

"Hehe, I was just kidding."

After leaving the detention center, Zhong Tingyue went into a clothing store nearby to change clothes, taking off her prison uniform and putting on the clothes that had been delivered to her.

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

She then left the changing room and looked at her childhood friend. Yang Meina pouted and said, "I think the prison uniform suits you better. The prison style is all the rage right now."

Just moments ago, Yang Meina thought she was very beautiful, but now she felt inferior.

Zhong Tingyue was wearing a beige knitted cardigan, the soft texture of which clung to her body curves, and the delicate pearl buttons shimmered with a gentle light.

The lower half is a mustard yellow A-line skirt with a high waist that elongates the leg line. A brown leather belt is tied at the waist with delicate and retro metal buttons, highlighting the slender waist.

After everything was settled, Chu Fang treated everyone to dinner at a five-star hotel.

"What's it like inside the detention center? Is it fun?" Zhong Rou asked curiously.

"What? You want to go in?" Zhong Tingyue glanced at her younger sister.

"Hmm... I really want to."

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

"Mr. Chu."

"Call me father."

"father."

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

This, on the contrary, made the Chu side uncomfortable.

“Hehe… …” Zhong Tingyue said, “Let’s go for a walk.”

The two then left.

After everyone finished eating, and not seeing Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue, Yang Meina asked, "Where are they?"

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

The group then prepared to leave, but the waiter stopped them and said, "Please pay for your meal first."

Jiang Wenzhen gritted her teeth: "That scoundrel Chu Fang didn't even pay for his meal?!"

So, Chu Fang's so-called "treating" was just him treating everyone else to a meal, right?

Zhong Rou tugged at Yang Meina's sleeve: "Sister Nana, you know me best. I have no money..."