He looked at the photo of Gu Ping'an in military uniform on the wall - the girl with a typical smile like a puppet, who used to be his pride, is now his nightmare.
"If Fu Hanzhou gets into trouble, Fu Qixun will never let Ping An go... If we sell our property and ask him for mercy on the battlefield..."
He muttered to himself, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Even he himself felt unsure about this idea.
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed his coat and walked out with a gloomy face:
"I'm going to the headquarters to find the old commander now! Let's see if he can help me mediate."
Xi Caiqin suddenly rushed over and hugged his legs, her hair disheveled, her eyes filled with anxiety and despair:
"Take me with you! I'll kowtow to them!"
"I'm going to see the old leader. If you really want to kowtow, go kowtow to Fu Qixun. I'm afraid... it won't help even if you break your head."
Gu Zhenhua spoke in a cold tone, kicked the door open, and disappeared at the door.
The autumn wind blew sand and gravel into the living room. Xi Caiqin sat on the ground in a daze, as if she had lost all her life.
She originally thought that even if Ping An made a mistake, he could settle it with money. It was just that Jin Wenge's problem would be tricky, but he deserved to die, so it should be easy to solve.
Now it seems that everything is beyond her control, as if it is too late.
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she felt. She paced back and forth in the living room and had no mood to eat the whole day. She was just hoping that Gu Zhenhua could bring back useful news.
It was getting dark, and only the dim light of the desk lamp remained in the room.
Gu Zhenhua walked in with a dejected look on his face. Seeing his expression, Xi Caiqin's heart was gripped tightly.
She began to cry again:
"Old Fu, is there really no other way?"
Gu Zhenhua sat down on the sofa, feeling as if all his strength had been drained from him.
He didn't say anything, but his hand holding the phone kept shaking. He dialed again and again, but there was a cold reply coming from the receiver.
After a long time, he hung up the phone and slumped in the chair.
The moonlight outside the window shone on the newly white hair on his head, making his shadow look thin and disheveled.
"We can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, the verdict will come out."
Xi Caiqin couldn't sit still anymore, so she stood up and was about to go out.
"Come back! Where are you going at this hour? Who else can you find?"
Gu Zhenhua shouted angrily and threw his general's cap on the table.
"I'll go and beg Fu Qixun, kneel down before him, and beg him to let Ping An go..."
Xi Caiqin was like crazy, shouting hysterically.
"His son is still in a coma. You want him to let Ping An go? He will only take Ping An's life!"
Gu Zhenhua clenched his fists, feeling a little exasperated.
"I don't care! I can't let go of any opportunity! If you don't go and you think it's embarrassing, I'll go by myself!"
After saying that, Xi Caiqin rushed out the door.
When Gu Zhenhua saw this situation, he hurried over. They all lived in the military compound, and if she made a fuss like this, there would be people everywhere watching.
He really couldn't afford to lose face in front of this person, but if Ping An was executed, what would be waiting for him would be even more embarrassing. Everyone knew that he, Gu Zhenhua, had a daughter who was a murderer.
How could life become like this?
He had been cautious for so many years and behaved actively and prudently in the army, but overnight, he was ruined by his daughter, whom he had personally cultivated and was proud of.
All the relatives in the family knew that the Gu family had produced a high-ranking official, but his position was only an advisor and he had no power. However, whenever the family members asked him for help, he felt very honored.
But if something like this happened now, he really didn't know how to face his relatives in the future.
He couldn't let Xi Caiqin continue to make trouble like this, but he couldn't stop her. If Fu Qixun was willing to help with this matter, with his status and position, Ping An wouldn't have to die!
He was sure of this, and if that was the case, he was willing to sacrifice his reputation and beg for it.
When he went to ask the old leader for help today, he was actually turned away. The old leader seemed to know that he was coming and directly asked the guards to block him outside the door.
He understood that if the old leader was willing to help, it would mean offending Fu Qixun.
Therefore, Fu Qixun plays a big role in whether this matter can be resolved.
In the living room of the Fu family, Fu Qixun sat silently on the sofa. He was not surprised at all by Gu Zhenhua's arrival.
As a comrade-in-arms for so many years, he knows Gu Zhenhua too well. He is eager for quick success and has unrealistic ambitions.
At that time on the battlefield, he didn't think that the friendship between them was very precious, but later, after leaving the battlefield filled with smoke of gunpowder, he felt that Gu Zhenhua had become very utilitarian.
Now I have lowered my attitude and asked for help, but what is this?
Putting aside Hanzhou’s affairs, Gu Ping’an’s crime is unforgivable.
Gu Zhenhua's fingers were gripping the edge of his military cap, his knuckles turning white. Fu Qixun sat upright on the sofa across from him, his gaze sharp as a knife behind his glasses, clearly perceiving his uneasiness.
"Old Fu..."
Gu Zhenhua's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding across a dry riverbed.
"We've been through the hail of bullets together on the battlefield, and we've turned our backs to each other so many times..."
He leaned forward, his knees almost touching the coffee table:
"Ping An was confused for a moment. If you're willing to help me with this, I... I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life!"
"Remembering love?"
Fu Qixun suddenly took off his reading glasses and wiped the lenses vigorously with suppressed anger.
"What were we fighting for on the battlefield? Was it so that our descendants could rise above the law? Ping An has three lives on his hands. How can I explain this to the organization?"
Gu Zhenhua suddenly clenched his military cap tightly, and the fabric was crumpled into a ball:
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