Zhang Erhe.

A retired education bureau chief.

Su Jianguo hadn't paid any attention to this person before; he was just an old man.

Now it seems that this old man is not simple.

Why would someone resort to such extreme measures to retaliate?

Inside the interrogation room, Liu Zhiqiang was lost in memories.

He recalled the first time he met Zhang Meiling. At that time, he was an ordinary teacher, while she was the daughter of the director of the Education Bureau.

Their marriage was unequal from the start, but he accepted it willingly because it brought him status and power.

"Time is up."

Zhao Gang's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Tell me, who else was involved? And how much were they involved?"

Liu Zhiqiang took a deep breath.

"I did it all by myself. I hate Su Jianguo for ruining my family, so I want to get revenge on him."

His voice suddenly became firm.

"I orchestrated all of this using my position as principal; it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Zhao Gang slammed his hand on the table.

"Liu Zhiqiang! Don't think we can't find out!"

"Investigate."

Liu Zhiqiang suddenly laughed, a laugh that made Zhao Gang feel uneasy.

"All the evidence points to me, doesn't it? I bought the poison, I devised the plan, and I hired the executor."

He shrugged.

"I plead guilty."

Zhao Gang squinted.

Do you know the consequences of harboring accomplices?

"The law is based on evidence, isn't it, Captain Zhao?"

Liu Zhiqiang suddenly became unusually calm.

"There's no evidence that anyone else was involved, so what can you do?"

The interrogation lasted three hours, but Liu Zhiqiang insisted that he had done it alone.

Ultimately, Zhao Gang had to temporarily suspend the interrogation.

"Take him to the detention center."

Zhao Gang said to the police officer at the door.

"To be continued tomorrow."

When Liu Zhiqiang was led out of the interrogation room, he saw Su Jianguo standing in the corridor.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and a complex emotion flashed in Liu Zhiqiang's eyes.

Hatred, fear, and a hint of something indescribable...

envious?

"Su Jianguo..."

Liu Zhiqiang said in a low voice.

"You're lucky this time."

Su Jianguo did not respond, but simply watched Liu Zhiqiang's retreating figure as he was led away. He knew that this feud was far from over.

at the same time.

The air seemed to freeze in the study of the Zhang family mansion.

Zhang Erhe sat in a mahogany armchair, his teacup already cold, but he was completely unaware.

He stared at his daughter Zhang Meiling kneeling on the ground, his face full of gloom.

"Father, please save Zhiqiang!"

Zhang Meiling cried her eyes out, her carefully applied makeup now a mess.

"He did it for our family..."

"Shut up!"

Zhang Erhe suddenly smashed the teacup on the ground, scattering shards of porcelain everywhere.

"You're more trouble than you're worth! You can even mess up such a simple plan!"

Zhang Meiling flinched slightly, but persisted.

"Zhiqiang said... he said he would handle it alone, but you must save him... otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Zhang Erhe's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Otherwise he'll reveal everything..."

Zhang Meiling's voice grew softer and softer.

The study fell into a deathly silence, with only the jarring ticking of the antique clock.

Zhang Erhe slowly stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink, with only a few streetlights shining forlornly.

"Did he really say that?"

Zhang Erhe's voice was eerily calm.

Zhang Meiling nodded, tears silently streaming down her face.

He said... "If you can't protect him, we'll all die together..."

Zhang Erhe suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down Zhang Meiling's spine.

"Good, very good. My good son-in-law has finally learned to threaten people."

He turned and walked to his desk, took an old-fashioned telephone book from the drawer, turned to a page, and paused for a moment on a name.

"Go tell him."

Zhang Erhe's voice regained its former authority.

"I'll try to reduce his sentence. That will put his mind at ease, but..."

Zhang Meiling raised her head, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.

"But what?"

"Make him shut up, or he'll say something he shouldn't."

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Erhe's single eye.

Zhang Meiling immediately made a guarantee.

"No, Dad, Zhiqiang is very tight-lipped; he definitely won't say anything he shouldn't."

Zhang Erhe didn't say much, but picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Old Li, it's me. I need your help with something..."

A respectful reply came from the other end of the phone.

Zhang Erhe briefly explained the situation and then spoke.

"Yes, that's the case... um, let's try to keep it under five years... Okay, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Erhe looked at his daughter.

"Look, the court has already been taken care of. He'll get a maximum sentence of five years. Once he's in jail, I'll get some connections to pull some strings, and he'll be out in six months at most."