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I took a deep breath, feeling the complex emotions welling up inside me. Once, I loved this man so deeply. But now, his pleas only filled me with disgust.
"Zhang Cheng, you have no right to ask for forgiveness." My voice was cold and firm. "You hurt me, you hurt Jiajia, and now you want to hurt more innocent people. I won't let you continue your wrongdoing."
"Wen Jing! You can't do this to me!" Zhang Cheng's voice trembled with a hint of tears. "Think about our past, think about Jiajia! She needs a father!"
I let out a cold laugh. "How ridiculous. When you abandoned us, did you ever think about how much Jiajia needed a father? Zhang Cheng, your time is up."
With that, I hung up the phone without hesitation. The moment the screen went dark, I felt as if the heavy stone pressing on my heart had finally been lifted.
I turned to Chen Hao, whose eyes were filled with concern and support. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
I took a deep breath and forced a relieved smile. "I'm fine. Better than I've ever been."
Just then, my phone vibrated again. I looked down to see an unfamiliar number. After a moment's hesitation, I answered the call.
"Hello, is this Ms. Jia Wenjing?" A strange male voice came through. "I am Prosecutor Li from the city prosecutor's office. We need your assistance in investigating Zhang Cheng's case of negligence..."
My heart skipped a beat; it seemed Zhang Cheng's reckoning had truly arrived.
"Prosecutor Li, I understand. I will cooperate fully with the investigation," I forced myself to calm down, my voice trembling slightly.
After hanging up the phone, I looked at Chen Hao, whose eyes were filled with concern. "It's okay, Wen Jing. I will always be by your side," he said gently.
I nodded, suddenly feeling a wave of fatigue wash over me. The pressure and pain of the past year finally found an outlet at that moment. I leaned on Chen Hao's shoulder, allowing my tears to flow quietly.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
In the courtroom, the judge's solemn voice echoed throughout the hall: "This court sentences the defendant Zhang Cheng to five years in prison for the crime of embezzlement; the defendant Chu Qiao is sentenced to three years in prison for economic crimes."
I sat in the spectator's seat, watching the man I once loved and his mistress huddled together like lost souls in the defendant's box. Zhang Cheng's face was ashen, his eyes hollow; Chu Qiao was in tears, trembling uncontrollably.
"Wen Jing..." Zhang Cheng suddenly looked up, his gaze filled with despair as he looked at me. "I'm sorry..."
I merely shot him a cold glance, devoid of any expression. In that moment, I felt no turmoil within me, only a calm sense of relief.
As I walked out of the courthouse, the warm sunlight bathed my face. I took a deep breath, as if shedding a heavy burden. Over the past year, I had focused on writing and published a new book titled Fleeting Life Is Like a Dream, which achieved tremendous success. I could finally let go of the past and embrace a new life.
"Wen Jing!" A familiar voice called from behind. I turned around to see Chen Hao running toward me, his face beaming with excitement.
"What’s wrong?" I asked curiously.
"Your new book Fleeting Life Is Like a Dream has been nominated for the Mao Dun Literature Prize!" Chen Hao exclaimed excitedly. "Do you know what this means? You might become the youngest recipient of the Mao Dun Literature Prize!"
I stood frozen in place, staring at him in disbelief. The Mao Dun Literature Prize—what an honor that countless writers dream of! Suddenly feeling dizzy, happiness overwhelmed me so unexpectedly that I was at a loss for words.
Overjoyed, I hugged Chen Hao tightly and cried tears of joy.
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