Until that damn Zhang Haiyang showed up...
Su Mingqiang slammed his fist into the cement ground, but the pain in his hand could not mask the agony in his heart.
He hated Zhang Haiyang for ruining Li Jinhua, and he also hated his own impulsiveness back then.
If he hadn't stormed into the school with a knife that day, if he had chosen to resolve the issue through legal means...
But it was all too late.
Zhang Haiyang has now been executed, and he himself is imprisoned.
The most ironic thing is that Li Jinhua...
This woman, who loved beauty all her life, ended up with such a tragic fate.
"Why...why..."
Su Mingqiang pressed his head against the cold wall and wept silently.
The door to the solitary confinement cell was suddenly opened, and a beam of light shone in.
Su Mingqiang squinted and saw the old prison guard Zhao Dahai standing at the door.
"Su Mingqiang, come out."
Zhao Dahai's voice wasn't as stern as usual.
Su Mingqiang stood up blankly and followed Zhao Dahai out of the confinement room.
To his surprise, Zhao Dahai did not take him back to his cell, but instead took him to a small conference room.
"Please sit down."
Zhao Dahai pointed to the chair, then closed the door and sat down opposite him.
Su Mingqiang lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with the old prison guard.
He knew that his actions just now were enough to warrant an additional sentence.
"I looked up that report."
Zhao Dahai suddenly said.
"The deceased was indeed your ex-wife, Li Jinhua."
Su Mingqiang's body trembled violently, and the tears he had just stopped flowing welled up again.
"The prison has contacted your father, Su Jianguo."
Zhao Dahai continued.
"He will handle Li Jinhua's funeral arrangements."
Upon hearing his father's name, Su Mingqiang looked up, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Since Su Mingqiang went to prison, Su Jianguo has not visited him, but he deposits money into the prison every month, which makes Su Mingqiang's life inside a little easier.
"Guard Zhao..."
Su Mingqiang's voice was hoarse.
"Can...can I attend her funeral?"
Zhao Dahai shook his head.
"It's not allowed according to the rules. This is not permitted."
Su Mingqiang lowered his head again, tears dripping onto the back of his hand.
He couldn't even see her off on her final journey. What kind of husband is he?
Although they were divorced, he always regarded Li Jinhua as his wife in his heart.
"Su Mingqiang."
Zhao Dahai's tone softened somewhat.
"You've already received a lenient sentence. Don't do anything foolish again; think of your family."
Su Mingqiang gave a wry smile.
family?
Li Jinhua...
He has lost her forever.
"I know what you're thinking."
Zhao Dahai sighed.
"But the living must go on living. Your father has worried himself sick over you; don't make him worry anymore."
Su Mingqiang remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.
"Thank you, Instructor Zhao... I will... I will control my emotions."
Zhao Dahai stood up.
"Go back and get some rest. You have work to do tomorrow."
When Su Mingqiang returned to his cell, the other prisoners looked at him with strange eyes.
Old Zhou handed him a clean cloth.
"Wash your face."
Su Mingqiang thanked him and silently climbed into his bed.
He curled up in the corner, buried his face in the blanket, and cried silently.
The image of Li Jinhua in his previous life kept flashing through my mind.
Her dimples when she smiled, her furrowed brows when she was angry, and the despair in her eyes during that last meeting...
"It's all my fault..."
Su Mingqiang repeated it to himself over and over again.
"If only I could control my temper... if only I had discovered Zhang Haiyang's plot sooner..."
But time cannot be reversed, and the dead cannot be brought back to life.
In this cold prison cell, Su Mingqiang realized for the first time that his impulsiveness had not only ruined his own life but also led to Li Jinhua's tragic end.
Night fell, and the prison fell silent.
Su Mingqiang stared with his eyes open at a sliver of moonlight filtering through the iron bars of his window.
He remembered that Li Jinhua once said that she loved looking at the moon the most.
"Golden Flower..."
He called softly.
...
On the other side.
Liu Zhiqiang stood in the alley behind the No. 1 Primary School cafeteria, tapping his fingers incessantly on the wall.
It was getting late.
He glanced at his watch; the agreed time had passed, and Wang Daikui still hadn't shown up.
"That old man, he's not going to change his mind at the last minute, is he?"
Liu Zhiqiang cursed under his breath, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, trying to calm his inner anxiety.
Just then, a fat figure emerged from the back door of the cafeteria, cautiously looked around, and then strode towards Liu Zhiqiang.
"Principal Liu, why did you come in person?"
Wang Daikui lowered his voice, the fat on his face trembling with each step.
He was wearing a greasy white chef's uniform, and his body reeked of a mixture of cooking fumes and sweat.
Liu Zhiqiang stubbed out his cigarette and forced a smile.
"Director Wang, let's find a quiet place to talk."
The two arrived at the small warehouse behind the canteen, which was filled with rice, flour, and cooking oil.
Liu Zhiqiang closed the door and took a thick envelope out of his briefcase.
"Here's five thousand yuan, take it first."
He pushed the envelope in front of Wang Daikui.
Wang Daikui's eyes lit up instantly, but quickly dimmed again.
He swallowed hard, but didn't immediately reach for it.
"Principal Liu, what...what is this all about?"
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