Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Xie Wang took out his phone and forwarded the two attachments, which contained twelve years of blood and tears, to Wang Nan.

The light inside the carriage flickered with the changing streetlights, casting a somewhat lonely glow on his angular profile.

"Sister Nan, here's a video and the original call recording. You can open them and take a look."

"Combined with Chen Jianping's testimony, this should be enough to put Gu Tianlong to death."

After sending the message, Xie Wang forwarded the same attachment to Kang Ping.

While waiting for a reply, he turned his head to look at Su Qinghe, who had been sitting quietly beside him.

The girl's slender fingers were intertwined with his large hand, and the warmth from her palm gradually dispelled the chill that clung to him.

Wang Nan's reply quickly popped up on the screen, her words revealing undisguised excitement and competence.

"We are on our way back to the police station. I just listened to that recording in the car, and it's absolutely irrefutable evidence."

"With this crucial physical evidence, even if Gu Tianlong has a top-notch legal team, he will never be able to overturn the case. He will spend the rest of his life in prison."

"However, when the case is being filed and the procedures are being followed up in the next few days, we may need you to take some time to come to the Municipal Bureau to give a detailed statement, since you are the key person who provided the clues for the entire case."

Xie Wang looked at the text on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and replied, "No problem."

News of Kang Ping followed shortly afterward, and this high-ranking official from the National Security Bureau rarely expressed such straightforward praise in his writing.

"You've got some tough moves, kid. You're really something."

"You were able to dig out even these top-secret original documents that were deliberately erased twelve years ago from the suspect's hands. Apocalypse didn't misjudge you."

Xie Wang tapped his fingertips on the screen, responding with a calm demeanor.

"Thank you, Uncle Kang, for helping to allocate Apocalypse's resources tonight. If you hadn't pinpointed his location, I probably wouldn't have been able to get these things."

The Maybach smoothly drove into the underground garage of the Genting Music Room.

The two took the elevator back to room 1602.

Xie Wang took off his slightly chilly black coat and casually hung it on the coat rack in the entryway.

He walked to the beige fabric sofa and sat down. The nightmare that had plagued him for twelve years finally came to an end tonight.

A thin layer of tears welled up uncontrollably around his eyes, a complex emotion that could not be accurately defined in words.

The thrill of his successful revenge and the urge to burst into tears were intertwined wildly in his blood, leaving him feeling utterly exhausted.

Su Qinghe took off her coat and sat down next to him, her eyes filled with heartache.

"My boy, you have done very well," Su Qinghe whispered in his heart.

She turned to face Xie Wang and cupped his cheeks in her hands.

Her warm, soft lips, carrying her own delicate fragrance, gently pressed against Xie Wang's lips.

"This is a special reward for Xie for successfully punishing the bad guys."

Su Qinghe spoke in a soft, gentle voice to soothe his emotions.

She took the opportunity to extend her long, slender, fair legs across the gap between them and place them on Xie Wang's knees.

The loose-fitting trousers of her loungewear rolled up slightly with this movement, revealing a large expanse of delicate, snow-white skin.

"Is this also part of the reward?" Xie Wang scratched his head, preparing to reveal his true nature.

His hand, driven by instinct, covered the girl's shapely and slender calf.

The warm, smooth touch from his palm made his reason begin to veer wildly towards the edge.

He felt as if he were walking on clouds tonight, and the emptiness he felt after the end of his revenge was completely filled by the vibrant girl in his arms.

Xie Wang's palm, instead of moving, followed the smooth curve of the calf, moving upwards with a slow and agonizing rhythm.

A blush quickly spread across Su Qinghe's usually aloof and reserved face.

Am I playing with fire and getting burned?

She originally just wanted to distract Xie Wang from his sadness, but she didn't expect that this kid had an amazing talent for learning in certain areas.

The shivering sensation from the friction against her skin completely disrupted her breathing rhythm.

"Try moving around again," Su Qinghe warned in a soft, slightly embarrassed voice.

Her face was full of girlish charm at that moment.

Seeing her fierce but cowardly appearance, Xie Wang not only did not stop what he was doing, but instead pinched her knee back even harder.

Su Qinghe bit her lower lip, deciding to stop playing defensively.

She reached out her long, slender, fair hands and slipped them directly under the hem of Xie Wang's black loungewear T-shirt.

Her cool fingertips landed precisely on the firm muscle lines of Xie Wang's abdomen.

The moment Xie Wang's body came into contact with that slightly cool touch, all his muscles tensed up uncontrollably.

He gasped, completely unprepared for the icy Miss Su's deadly counterattack.

The two of them thus became embroiled in a dangerous tug-of-war in the quiet living room.

Driven by hormones, Xie Wang's hand gradually crossed the safe boundary and reached into the more hidden forbidden area.

Su Qinghe's fingertips were also igniting his abs, and the temperature in the entire room seemed to be rising rapidly.

Just as Xie Wang was about to cross that dangerous line, a level one red alert suddenly sounded deep within his cerebral cortex.

Lin Wanyi's iron-fisted, shrewd face, exuding a sharp aura, intruded into his mind at an inopportune moment.

The head of the Su Group once sat across from him, looking at him with the kind of eyes that scrutinize prey.

She had said that before graduating from high school, he was absolutely not allowed to take advantage of the spare key to do anything inappropriate to Su Qinghe.

Xie Wang's movements were completely frozen in mid-air at this moment.

He imagined that if he really lost control tonight, Lin Wanyi would definitely mobilize the Su Group's security team to tear him to pieces tomorrow.

Reason finally prevailed over the overwhelming desire at the last moment.

Xie Wang took several deep breaths and with great difficulty withdrew his hand from Su Qinghe's leg.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was breathing rapidly and had red eyes, he felt a surge of indescribable frustration.

"Teacher Su, let's focus on the college entrance exam review first," Xie Wang tried to use this weak excuse to cover up his embarrassment.

His current state is like that of someone who has walked in the desert for three days and three nights, finally found an oasis, only to be told that the water source is a protected key cultural relic.

Su Qinghe looked at his conflicted expression and a smile appeared in her eyes.

She pulled her leg off Xie Wang's knee, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and resumed her aloof and superior academic demeanor.

A discordant knocking sound came from the entrance hall.

Xie Wang stood up, walked to the entrance, and opened the front door.

Lu Yi was carrying two takeout boxes and looking at Xie Wang with a compassionate gaze.

"Hunger is a catalyst for the soul to fall into the abyss. I watched your hurried departure in that greasy restaurant and knew that you needed this worldly salvation."

Lu Yi muttered to himself.

He handed the takeout box forward, his gaze passing over Xie Wang's broad shoulders and accurately landing on Su Qinghe, who was sitting on the sofa with a flushed face.

Those eyes, which always seemed melancholic, immediately sparkled with gossip.

"Judging from Su's current physical signs, you must have just been doing some kind of indoor exercise that is extremely taxing on your cardiovascular system."

Lu Yi offered his artistic judgment without reservation.

Xie Wang's eye twitched, and he snatched the takeout box from Lu Yi's hand without any hesitation.

"If an artist's imagination could be used to solve math problems, your overall grade this semester wouldn't be at the bottom all year round."

Xie Wang launched a devastating attack using the score that the other party hated most.

Lu Yi immediately shut his mouth and retreated into the corridor.

"You shells bound by grades have no idea about the romance of literature."

Lu Yi muttered this catchphrase as he turned and went home.

Xie Wang closed the door and opened the packaging lid.

The rich aroma of the broth filled the air, temporarily washing away those heavy memories.

The phone screen that was lying to the side lit up, and Lu Wen frantically sent messages to Xie Wang.

"Wang, why did you leave with Qinghe in such a hurry? What happened? Do you need me to take some men to settle this?" Lu Wen's message was filled with undisguised chivalry.

Xie Wang looked at the concern on the screen, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

He typed a message to tell Lu Wen that the matter had been completely resolved.

Xie Wang broke a pair of disposable chopsticks in half and handed them to Su Qinghe.

As he looked at the steaming bowl of rice, a forgotten thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He has not yet told Xie Zhengyang about the verdict that was twelve years overdue.

Xie Wang put down his chopsticks, found the number saved as Xie Zhengyang in his contacts, and pressed the dial button.

The phone rang for a long time, so long that Xie Wang thought the other person had drunk themselves to death under some unknown bridge again, just like before.

Just a second before the call was about to automatically disconnect, it was connected.

The receiver picked up a noisy clattering sound of mahjong tiles and heavy breathing.

Xie Wang calmly recounted the investigation results and the news of Chen Jianping's arrest that he had just sent to Wang Nan.

The sound of mahjong tiles falling on the other end of the phone had stopped at some point.

Immediately afterwards, a heart-wrenching burst of maniacal laughter pierced through the radio waves, causing Xie Wang to pull his phone further away.

Xie Zhengyang laughed maniacally on the other end of the phone. There was no joy in his laughter; it was the release of despair that had been suppressed for twelve years.

After the burst of laughter, he broke into an uncontrollable wail.

The man who had driven his own son to the brink of despair due to his alcoholism and gambling was now crying like a soulless zombie.

"Son, I'm sorry. For the past twelve years, I've lived worse than an animal." Xie Zhengyang's voice was hoarse and barely audible.

"It's my fault. I knew your mother died under mysterious circumstances, but I was scared out of my wits by that bastard Gu Tianlong. I even used the money I would have spent to buy you a clean book to buy you alcohol."

As Xie Wang listened to the heart-wrenching confessions coming through the receiver, tears welled up in his eyes once again.

He had longed countless times in his dreams for his father to wake up, even if it was just to give him a peaceful night without having to hide behind the door and tremble.

Now, this truth, twelve years overdue, has finally dragged that drunkard trapped in the abyss back to the human world.

"What's past is past. Go take a shower and change into some clean clothes tomorrow."

Xie Wang said these comforting words in a calm tone, and then hung up the phone.

He let out a long breath, feeling as if the last boulder weighing on his heart had finally been crushed.

He picked up his chopsticks again, took a piece of meat, and put it into Su Qinghe's bowl.

Just then, the phone, which had just quieted down, started vibrating rapidly again.

Xie Wang glanced at the screen; the caller was Wang Nan, the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team at the Jiangcheng branch.

He pressed the answer button, but before he could even ask about the progress of the case filing, Wang Nan's angry roar, filled with deep helplessness, came through.

"Xie Wang, take a taxi to the Municipal Public Security Bureau right now and get your crazy father out of here."

The background noise from Wang Nan's side was very chaotic, including the sound of a heavy object hitting an iron gate, and the commotion of several young police officers desperately trying to dissuade her.

Xie Wang was stunned for a moment, his chopsticks hanging in mid-air.

"He heard from some source that Chen Jianping was being held at the branch office, and he stormed into the police reception hall reeking of alcohol."

"He's holding a dry powder fire extinguisher from the hallway, determined to smash the interrogation room window, saying he wants to personally send the murderer to hell."

Listening to Wang Nan's rapid-fire accusations, Xie Wang could imagine how his gaunt, gambling-addicted father had thrown a tantrum in the police station.

He rubbed his temples awkwardly; this embarrassing scene was really damaging to his glorious image as the Chief Technology Officer of Spark Networks.

"Sister Nan, I really can't handle this. You should all just leave him alone." Xie Wang offered a suggestion devoid of any fatherly affection.

"He's just making a scene in the lobby. Find a well-soundproof detention cell, lock him up there to sober up overnight, and absolutely don't indulge him."

Wang Nan was so angry at Xie Wang's way of putting family members aside that she laughed out loud. She simply said "I know" and hung up the phone.

Xie Wang tossed his phone onto the table and turned to meet Su Qinghe's cold yet slightly mocking eyes.

"They truly are father and son, bound by blood," Su Qinghe concluded.

Xie Wang gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

From Xie Wang beating Chen Jianping half to death in the hospital corridor without any regard for consequences, to Xie Zhengyang rushing into the police station with a wine bottle, ready to fight the murderer to the death.

The father and son acted with remarkably similar logic when faced with that incident.

"Perhaps it's because we all love our mothers deeply in our own ways," Xie Wang said, looking out at the night sky and giving this seemingly joking remark the most profound answer.

In the winter of his eighteenth year, he finally reconciled with his past.