Chapter 338 Turning the Tide

His breathing slowed, the shirt on the back of his shirt clung to his skin, and cold sweat slid down his temples.

He knew what this meant—someone held the key to tip the scales of power.

His voice was rapid yet powerful, carrying an undeniable sense of urgency.

He paced back and forth as he spoke, his brow furrowed and his fingers gripping the receiver tightly.

He knew that matters of this caliber could not be reported through regular channels.

We must find the most direct path and the fastest way to get through the above-mentioned obstacles.

Secretary Wang is the close assistant to a member of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee, someone who can get direct access to the highest levels of government.

This phone call was not just a report, but a request for help; it was a race against time to seize the initiative.

Three hours later, a black sedan silently drove into the gate of the provincial military district guesthouse.

The car body was as black as ink, the windows were covered with dark privacy film, and the tires made almost no sound when they rolled over the concrete road.

The driver, wearing white gloves, got out of the car with swift and decisive movements, walked around to the back door, and respectfully opened it.

Two young men in plain-colored coats came out—Qiao Wanyin was wearing a beige trench coat and looked calm; Fu Lian was wearing a navy blue jacket and looked around warily.

The guards at the entrance of the guesthouse glanced at the license plate and silently saluted before letting the car pass.

Qiao Wanyin and Fu Li'an were led into a conference room, where Director Zhang and a middle-aged man with a stern face were sitting.

There were three glasses on the table, with some water stains on the bottom, indicating that someone had just been talking.

Director Zhang sat on the side near the door, his expression tense. When the two entered, he nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man sat in the main seat, his posture upright, his face expressionless, but his eyes were sharp as knives, able to see right through the two of them with a single glance.

His tone was exceptionally solemn, as if he were announcing an important decision.

Secretary Zhou adjusted his glasses and said directly, "Based on the materials you provided, we have reopened the case."

His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, carrying the calmness and authority unique to those within the system.

He didn't exchange pleasantries or beat around the bush; he got straight to the point.

This shows that they already have enough information and are just going through the motions to announce the results.

He paused slightly as he spoke, as if he were carefully choosing his words or observing the reactions of the two people.

When Zheng Mingyuan's name was mentioned, Qiao Wanyin's fingers trembled slightly.

The person who framed my uncle has finally been exposed.

But she didn't speak; she just listened quietly, her eyes resolute.

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Qiao Wanyin's eyes immediately reddened.

Her vision blurred for a moment, her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and an indescribable bitterness and relief welled up in her chest.

More importantly, it is not under the jurisdiction of any local power.

My uncle can not only continue his research, but also stay away from trouble and work with peace of mind.

And his aunt—who had always been in poor health—was also able to go and take care of him, so the family no longer had to be separated.

"Thanks!"

He knew that this result was hard-won, the result of countless people secretly strategizing and weighing the pros and cons.

His tone remained calm, yet carried a subtle hint of respect.

He glanced at Qiao Wanyin, his gaze deep: "The fact that you can produce it means you understand it too."

When I left the guesthouse, the sun had already set halfway down the sky.

The setting sun on the horizon was like blood, and the clouds were dyed into a painting of interwoven orange-red and dark purple.

A breeze blew from afar, carrying the coolness of early autumn.

Qiao Wanyin looked up at the sky and exhaled a long breath, as if she wanted to expel all the pent-up emotions of the past few months.

Fu Li'an stood beside her without saying a word, simply watching her quietly.

Fu Li'an gripped Qiao Wanyin's hand tightly, his voice trembling: "Qingqing, marrying you is the greatest blessing our Fu family has ever received."

His palms were burning hot, the lines of his hands deeply embedded in her skin.

"If it weren't for you, my uncle's family and our two families would all be ruined."

He spoke very slowly, each word seemingly ground out from the depths of his heart.

He knew this was not an exaggeration, but the truth.

A single false accusation can destroy a family's reputation for decades; a wrongful conviction can make three generations unable to hold their heads high.

Qiao Wanyin, with her wisdom, courage, and boldness, managed to tear a ray of light through the most desperate situation.