Then, Sun Dajiang thought of his eldest son, who was a blockhead. Why hadn't he taken over my son's studies? He was about to go to university, but he didn't even have a girlfriend.

Sun Zhengguo was unaware that he had suffered an undeserved misfortune because of his brother's affair. If he knew, one wonders what he would think.

"Alright, that's all for today. Go do whatever you need to do!"

Lin Wencui was well aware of Sun Dajiang's ulterior motives; fearing he would corrupt her son, she began to chase him away.

Sun Zheng'an breathed a sigh of relief and quickly disappeared.

After Sun Zheng'an left, Lin Wencui's gaze turned to Sun Dajiang.

"Look at you, so pathetic. Your son has a girlfriend, does that make you proud?"

"No, no, honey, you've misunderstood. I'm just helping you educate our son! We need to get to the bottom of things so we can address the problem effectively."

Sun Dajiang quickly explained.

"You're kidding me! Your nonsense is only good for fooling a three-year-old. I can't be bothered to talk to you. Come on, let's go outside and cool off."

"Okay! Please take care of yourself."

Seeing that his wife wasn't angry, Sun Dajiang breathed a sigh of relief, took her hand, and walked outside.

...

The next morning, after Sun Dajiang and his wife went to work, Sun Zhenghong, knowing she was in the wrong, spoke up before her brother could even say anything.

"Second brother, I really didn't mean to do what happened yesterday. I just accidentally let it slip. I'm so sorry!"

"Forget it, we already know, what's the point of holding you accountable?"

Sun Zheng'an didn't actually blame his sister. Although the matter had been exposed, he no longer had to hide it, so it could be considered a blessing in disguise.

"Thank you, Second Brother. You're the best."

"Tsk tsk! What a deep sibling bond! How can I, as the elder brother, bear this?"

"Hehehe!..."

"Everything's fine, everything's fine, okay?"

"Please don't, I'm afraid of being betrayed. The organization doesn't need traitors."

"Hahaha……."

"Sun Zhengguo, you've gone too far! I'll fight you to the death..."

The siblings immediately started making a ruckus.

...

Fangshan District, a suburb of Beijing, is a labor reform farm for quarries.

Inside the cell, He Daqing was packing his clothes. Today was the day he was to be released from prison, and he was so excited that he even packed the wrong clothes.

Looking back on his three years in prison, he felt a mixture of relief and sorrow.

When I first arrived, being a newcomer, I was assigned the hardest work, which involved smashing stones every day.

Sometimes blasting operations are required, which requires even more caution. You never know when a rock might fly from somewhere, and if you die, you won't even receive any compensation.

Later, when the prison cook was released after serving his sentence, He Daqing volunteered to take over the job. The guards readily agreed, and from then on, he was unstoppable. Eventually, he even took over the guards' small canteen.

Because of this, He Daqing was very influential in the prison, able to talk to the guards, and no inmate dared to mess with him.

As the saying goes, "Success and failure both depend on Xiao He." He Daqing originally thought that he could get a reduced sentence by relying on his connections with the disciplinary body.

Who would have thought that even now, almost ready to be released, he hasn't received a single day of sentence reduction.

The reason is ridiculous: just because his cooking is delicious, they gave him an early reduction in his sentence. What are these guards supposed to eat?

"I wonder how Sha Zhu and Yu Shui are doing? Sigh!"

He Daqing muttered to himself.

Over the past three years, his two children have become the belief that has kept him going.

"He Daqing, congratulations! You're being released from prison today."

The sudden sound startled He Daqing, who looked up and saw it was Officer Wang from the prison.

"Officer Wang, thank you so much! It's been exactly three years since you remembered me."

"You, He Daqing, are still blaming us for not reducing your sentence? Didn't we already tell you?"

"Only prisoners who work on the front lines are given priority for sentence reduction. It's very difficult for you support staff to get sentence reductions."

“Especially for someone like you with a short sentence, it’s even more difficult. Even if you submit it, the court won’t approve it. It would just be a waste of a spot.”

He Daqing believed half of what Officer Wang said, after all, anything is possible if you put your heart into it! If you sincerely want to reduce his sentence, there's nothing you can't do.

However, he has been fortunate to have the care of these correctional officers over the past few years; otherwise, he would not have been able to live such a comfortable life.

"Officer Wang, look at what you're saying. How could I blame you? I should thank you for taking care of me these past few years."

"Heh! What a slippery character."

Officer Wang smiled and pointed at He Daqing as he spoke.

After saying that, Officer Wang took out the prepared items from his pocket and said to He Daqing.

"This is your release certificate. Remember not to lose it. When you get back, go to the neighborhood office to file it. Otherwise, you won't get your quota. Here's 5 yuan for your trip home."

He Daqing solemnly accepted the release certificate and bowed deeply to Officer Wang.

"Alright, go back and live a good life. And please don't come back again. Although your cooking is delicious, I don't want to eat it here again."

"Understood, thank you, Officer Wang."

"Alright, once you're done packing, come with me. I'll see you out."

"Uh-huh!"

Officer Wang led He Daqing to the main gate, where the guards carefully inspected him before allowing him to pass.

Outside the gate, He Daqing greedily inhaled the fresh air; it was the taste of freedom.

After more than a thousand days and nights, He Daqing finally regained his freedom.

"ah……!"

After He Daqing finished venting, Wang, the clerk behind him, spoke up.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's hurry and catch the bus!"

"Understood, Officer Wang, goodbye!"

"No, no, no! It's best not to see each other. Remember, don't look back, just keep walking."

After saying his final goodbyes to Officer Wang, He Daqing walked towards the bus station without looking back.

At this moment, He Daqing was eager to return home. He wanted to rush back as soon as possible to see how his two children were doing.

At the same time, there is another question that he has never understood.

Who was the informant back then?

Could it really be Yi Zhonghai? Or is it someone else?