Ye Zhengchen stood outside and glanced at me before sitting beside me. The vast olive green of his uniform mixed with his unique scent. I hurriedly lowered my head, creating some distance and breathing deeply to calm myself.
Throughout the journey, Ye Zhengchen was unusually silent. I focused on the newspaper, struggling to read each sentence as the text swayed with the car’s movement.
“No questions for me?” he finally asked calmly, without a hint of his previous playfulness.
I glanced at his neat uniform. Of course I had questions! Why was he wearing this uniform? Why was he in such a high military rank? However, this was not my concern. His past and present had nothing to do with me since the day I left Japan. What I should care about most was Yin Zhongtian’s case.
I cleared my throat and asked, “How is my fiancé’s case progressing?” A chill seeped into my skin as I looked up to meet his cold gaze, waiting for his answer. “The case is still under investigation, with no results yet.”
“Has he confessed?”
tYe Zhengchen thought for a moment. “Regardless of whether he confesses or not, he cannot escape responsibility for this case.” t”I understand.” As the secretary to the vice mayor, he might not have been complicit, but he must have known and not reported. Under the current circumstances, it was fortunate that Ye Zhengchen could save his life. I had no other requests. t”Can I see him?” I asked tentatively. tHe took a deep breath, seemingly finding his collar too tight. “When the results come out, they will let you see him.” t”Can you pass a message to him?” t”What message?” tI said word by word: “Tell him to confess everything. No matter how long he sits in prison, I will wait for him!” tThis message was less about telling Yin Zhongtian and more about informing Ye Zhengchen: I gave him what he wanted, and beyond that, he would get nothing else!
