“He never embezzled those funds; how can I hand them over? He is completely innocent! Why should he be sentenced to death? What is the law for?” “Whether he is guilty or not is not up to you or me; it depends on what Secretary Yin says!” This is exactly what I’m most worried about. If Yin Zhongtian momentarily loses his mind and admits guilt, no one can save him. “Lawyer Chen, do you have any other methods?” Lawyer Chen sighed after a long pause. “Why don’t you try to grease some palms up above? Do you have connections in Beijing?” The deputy mayor’s secretary in Nanzhou City was arrested for embezzling massive construction funds, and the deputy mayor was also isolated for investigation. Everyone is avoiding this mess; who would dare to wade into these muddy waters? It would be suicidal. Perhaps only someone from above could help. In Beijing, after many twists and turns, I found no help. When I was almost in despair, I unexpectedly contacted a military region official through a friend of a friend’s colleague— a roundabout connection but absolutely trustworthy. I met him in a secluded teahouse. He was around forty, casually dressed, but with a traditional military bearing. His physique was slightly plump, not quite like a high-ranking official. I was secretly disappointed. “You’re Bao Bing?” “Yes.”
“I nodded, handing him the documents with both hands. He drank tea while reading through the materials, occasionally deep in thought.
“Does this case still have hope?”
He looked up, his sharp eyes examining me carefully from behind silver-framed glasses.
“It’s quite difficult; the evidence is solid, but…”
This “but” was the most beautiful word I’d heard in over a month. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, I knew it was futile but couldn’t let go of the last hope.
“But? What do you mean?”
I vaguely saw a silhouette tremble slightly, and then he slowly turned around. When I saw that cold and indifferent face, I retreated, my back pressed against the door panel.
“Ye… Zhengchen…”
Why him? Why would it be Ye Zhengchen?! This man I thought I would never meet again appears precisely when I need help the most. Is it luck, or fate? He walked towards me, standing a step away.
“Little girl…”
