Visiting room.
Shang Wu sat quietly at the table, her palms already slightly sweaty.
Footsteps could be heard outside.
The door was opened, and a staff member pushed a person in.
"Visiting time is 30 minutes. No physical contact is allowed, and no loud noises are permitted."
Upon hearing this, Shang Wu looked up and saw her brother, whom she hadn't seen for more than half a year.
Wearing handcuffs and a prison uniform, Shang Yun Shen's rugged and handsome face now bore several more faint scars.
He was no longer the dashing young master of a merchant family, dressed in a clean white shirt. Three years in prison had long since worn away the refined and scholarly air about Shang Yun Shen.
Shang Wu's eyes reddened, she clenched her fists and called his name softly.
"elder brother."
Shang Yunshen smiled, walked over and sat opposite her. He wanted to raise his hand but hesitated, then hid his swollen hands and handcuffs under the table.
"Why did you suddenly come to see me during the holidays? Is something wrong with my parents?"
Shang Wu shook her head: "Brother, what's wrong with your face? What happened to your hands? Let me see."
Shang Yun Shen was taken aback, and took a step back: "My hand is fine, but I cut my face when I fell. Don't worry."
"No! Hold out your hand!" Shang Wu pressed down on the corner of the table, on the verge of tears.
Shang Yunshen pursed his thin lips and slowly raised his hand.
Shang Wu's breath hitched.
The hands in front of me were covered with red, swollen bruises, and all the knuckles were scabbed.
Shang Wu bit her lip, tears welling up instantly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Did someone hit you?"
Shang Yun Shen couldn't bear to see her cry, so he immediately raised his hand.
Shang Wu leaned closer.
The staff behind me reminded me: "No physical contact!"
Shang Wu froze, looking at the hand so close to hers, she could even feel the warmth emanating from her brother's hand.
But she couldn't go any closer, so she sadly retreated to her seat, silently weeping as she looked at Shang Yun Shen.
All sorts of people live in prison.
Even if they outwardly obey orders, who knows what might happen after the lights are turned off at night.
My older brother was frail. He loved literature from a young age and studied business when he grew up. He had nothing to do with fighting or killing.
If it weren't for her, if it weren't for her...
Shang Wu's hands were trembling.
She suddenly remembered that night she didn't want to recall.
In her despair, she saw her brother's usually gentle eyes now filled with a sharp, murderous intent as he rushed over to protect her. His figure was so tall and imposing, giving her a sense of security...
Shang Wu turned her head away, biting her lip to suppress her sobs.
Shang Yun Shen was also saddened, and forced a smile: "A Wu, don't worry about me. I'm doing fine here. Everyone who gets in here is a troublemaker, and fights are inevitable. But once they're over, it's nothing. As long as you and Mom and Dad are okay, I can endure any hardship. Don't cry."
Shang Wu cried even harder.
Shang Yun Shen broke out in a cold sweat, and tried to lighten the mood by joking with her: "You didn't have a fight with Zhou Yan Ci, did you? Didn't you say you were getting married last time you came? When exactly?"
Shang Wuxin felt a sinking feeling, and felt nauseous when he mentioned Zhou Yanci.
Over the past three years, she has repeatedly asked Zhou Yanci to take good care of her brother.
Perhaps the beating and targeting of her brother was deliberately arranged by Zhou Yanci.
Shang Wu replied vaguely, "Soon, brother. I came here to ask you if you want to leave as soon as possible, within six months."
Shang Yun Shen said helplessly, "Stop talking nonsense. I've been sentenced to eight years, and even if my sentence is reduced, I won't be out anytime soon."
"I'm just asking you if you want to, answer me." Shang Wu leaned forward anxiously.
Shang Yun Shen was silent for two seconds before meeting her gaze directly: "Did something happen outside? You're acting really strange today."
Shang Wu ignored him: "Write down everything that happened when you hit him, every action, every word, on a piece of paper. Don't miss any details. I'll have someone come and get it next week."
Her gaze was intense, and she tried her best to convey a firm conviction that would convince him: "Brother, trust me, I will get you out of here as soon as possible."
Shang Yun Shen had no desire to go out. He stood up, his brows furrowed with worry: "Explain yourself! Ah Wu, what's going on outside? Don't make me worry."
"It's okay, really it's okay, wait for my news."
Shang Wu clenched her fists, trying to suppress her emotions.
She couldn't say anything.
He trusted the wrong person and risked his life for three years.
She hated him so much she felt like she was going to vomit blood, and she dared not let her brother suffer any more pain.
Let her do it all by herself.
Shang Wu didn't look at Shang Yun Shen again and turned to leave.
A cold wind blew, and she looked up.
The prison is located in a remote area, with only the sky and distant mountains visible when you look up.
This scenery remains unchanged year after year; one gets tired of it at first glance.
But after being framed by Zhou Yanci, the older brother spent three years in prison.
For over a thousand days and nights, there was no French blog to listen to every morning, no hot pot that the whole family loved to eat, and no mystery or suspense comics that I enjoyed reading.
My brother wasted his time here day after day, obeying orders every day as a sinner, completely losing himself.
How innocent, how pitiful.
Shang Wu felt sorry for her brother and was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe. She got into the car, gripped the steering wheel, and buried her head in her hands.
Zhou Yanci has already obtained all the benefits she wanted, and now she wants to ruthlessly eliminate every merchant, even squeezing out every last drop of value from them.
Next, she will return everything to Zhou Yanci.
Shang Wu gripped the steering wheel harder and harder until his knuckles turned white and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
Thump, thump thump.
A light knocking sounded on the window.
"Miss, could you please move your car?"
Shang Wu looked up, still not having composed herself, wiped away her tears, and turned to leave.
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