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

Xie Wang sat in the leather driver's seat of the brand-new G63, gripping the metallic steering wheel.

He pressed the accelerator pedal, and the V8 twin-turbocharged engine immediately roared with a deep, resonant sound.

This kind of dynamic feedback is a completely different experience from the flashy supercars Lu Wen used to drive around in.

Xie Wang steered the car with one hand, and half an hour later, the black behemoth worth more than two million yuan drove into the dilapidated shantytown in the old city of the south.

The G63's massive body and imposing appearance create a striking visual contrast with the dilapidated and desolate neighborhood.

Several shoe repair vendors by the roadside and passing middle-aged women stopped what they were doing and looked at the luxury car, which shouldn't have been there at all, with amazement and awe.

Xie Wang parked the car near the location sent by Xie Zhengyang and rolled down one window.

What comes into view is an old residential building.

Xie Wang waited patiently for about five minutes before Xie Zhengyang came out.

The old man paused visibly for a moment as he stepped out of the building.

He was clearly intimidated by the enormous vehicle parked across the roadside and hesitated to approach to confirm whether it was indeed the car that had come to pick him up.

Xie Wang raised his hand and pressed the horn in the center of the steering wheel.

The short, loud whistle echoed through the empty old alley, and Xie Zhengyang, as if waking from a dream, started to take a step.

He walked around the wide front of the car, and very cautiously opened the heavy passenger door, getting into the car with a faint smell of cheap tobacco on him.

"That car is really impressive, it must have cost a lot of money."

Xie Wang did not answer the question directly.

"Once the company pays you your salary next month, you can rent a nice place to live nearby."

Xie Wang stared straight ahead at the road conditions.

Xie Zhengyang paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

He turned his gaze back to his son who was driving, and suddenly a crucial question came to mind.

"When did you get your driver's license, kid?"

Xie Zhengyang asked, his face full of doubt.

Xie Wang stepped on the gas, smoothly merging the car into the main traffic flow.

"Mind your own business. I have my own ways. Just mind your own business."

Xie Wang replied.

Xie Zhengyang awkwardly rubbed his hands together and wisely shut his mouth.

The father and son remained silent the entire way as the black G63 smoothly drove into the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau's office building in the night.

Although it was already 11 p.m., the police station building was still brightly lit, and uniformed police officers could be seen walking briskly through the lobby.

Xie Wang led Xie Zhengyang into the floor where the Criminal Investigation Brigade was located, where they ran into Wang Nan, who was carrying a thick stack of case files.

Wang Nan had two dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she had been working non-stop for several days and nights.

"Thank you for your hard work, Officer Wang. You're still working overtime so late to organize materials."

Xie Wang stepped forward and greeted him.

Wang Nan tucked the case file under her arm, rubbed her sore neck, and wore an excited smile on her face.

"My little bit of hard work is nothing compared to the joy of the whole team working overtime and staying up all night."

Wang Nan's tone revealed an undisguised excitement.

She led the father and son into an interrogation room at the end of the corridor and turned on the computer and recording equipment.

"The nature of this case is too heinous, and the original evidence you provided directly alarmed the top officials in Beijing."

Wang Nan explained the situation while typing on the keyboard.

"The provincial department directly dispatched an inspection team to be stationed at our branch, and the case was handled at a higher level. No one dared to have any crooked ideas at this critical juncture."

The process of taking the statement went even more smoothly than Xie Wang had expected.

When questioned by the police, Xie Zhengyang revealed without reservation all the details of how Gu Tianlong had threatened and bribed him with a huge sum of money to keep him quiet twelve years ago.

Those heinous crimes buried deep in the past are gradually solidified into irrefutable legal facts through the sound of police typing on their keyboards.

Xie Wang sat on the iron chair to the side, listening quietly as his father recounted those painful memories.

When Wang Nan typed out the last line of her statement and turned off the recorder, Xie Wang finally asked the question that he cared about most.

"Sister Nan, based on the current chain of evidence and the progress of the investigation, what kind of trial outcome will Gu Tianlong and Chen Jianping ultimately face?"

Xie Wang's gaze was fixed on Wang Nan's face.

Wang Nan pushed the printed transcript in front of Xie Zhengyang and asked him to sign it. Then she looked up and gave a very weighty answer.

"If it were just a typical old traffic accident or a murder-for-hire case, after so many years of bribery, the most it would be would be life imprisonment."

Wang Nan was organizing files on her desk.

"But this case is different. These two men not only have a murder-for-hire case on their hands, but they are also involved in multiple serious violent incidents involving organized crime."

She put the transcript into a file folder and sealed it.

"With several serious crimes and the immense pressure from above, he will absolutely never have a chance for a reduced sentence in his lifetime; he will most likely face the death penalty directly."

Wang Nan gave the final conclusion.

Xie Zhengyang's hand holding the pen froze in mid-air. He suddenly put the pen down and laughed heartily.

Xie Wang turned his head to look at Xie Zhengyang, a relieved smile on his face.

In the early hours of the morning, Xie Wang dropped Xie Zhengyang off at his rented apartment and then drove back to the Yunding Piano Room alone.

The rice ball popped out from under the sofa and rubbed affectionately against his trouser leg.

Xie Wang bent down, scooped the chubby cat into his arms, and sat down on the large leather sofa.

He got used to the fact that every night during this period, a girl across the hall would come with study materials to supervise him as he memorized vocabulary.

I've grown accustomed to that figure, carrying a faint floral scent, moving between the kitchen and the living room, and to those eyes that, though stern, are full of tenderness.

Now that Su Qinghe has returned home, the once spacious and comfortable apartment suddenly feels empty, and even the air feels indescribably desolate.

Xie Wang rubbed his temples, took a hot shower in the bathroom, and lay down on the large double bed.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table and opened his WeChat chat with Su Qinghe.

The last message on the screen was still Su Qinghe's "Goodnight".

He wanted to send her a message to ask what she was doing, but he was afraid of disturbing her rest at this time.

Xie Wang stuffed his phone under his pillow and forced himself to close his eyes and fall asleep.