Finally, the court announced the verdict: Li Changhui was involved in crimes such as rape, forging evidence, and disrupting court proceedings.
He was sentenced to ten years of imprisonment and fined one hundred thousand yuan. Life imprisonment and deprivation of political rights for life.
The second appeal concluded, and the court did not support further appeals.
Li Changhui’s life is probably over, but he deserves it.
Even if he takes all the charges upon himself, Jiang Tong will not give Shen Anru a chance to get him out.
She has to do right by Chen Lexiongxi, who is lying in the hospital.
At a blossoming age, yet ruined by this beast.
"Comrade, thank you."
For Zhang Lianhua, sending Li Changhui to prison should be her greatest wish right now.
As for the road ahead, she will take it one step at a time.
Jiang Tong smiled indifferently, "Just doing my duty."
As a prosecutor in Hua Country, her responsibility is to bring the law to every corner of her motherland.
To bring evil to justice, never letting justice be delayed even for a minute.
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Ao Garden Century.
Jiang Tong didn’t even have time to change clothes before she collapsed directly onto the sofa.
After finishing another criminal prosecution case, she’s almost exhausted.
Lawsuits, oh, these things.
They not only drain physical strength but also mental energy.
For example, right now, she’s feeling dizzy.
But Jiang Tong never forgot one small habit of hers.
Every time she wins a case, she throws a coin into her piggy bank.
The once lightweight piggy bank now makes a dull clinking noise when shaken.
Jiang Tong chuckled, shook her head slightly, and returned the piggy bank to the desk.
After finishing everything, she still faces one issue.
That is—
She was stood up by Xia Qiao!
Blame it on flight delays, really frustrating.
She bought a bunch of hot pot ingredients, originally planning to welcome her warmly today.
And now.
She can’t eat it all by herself, such a waste.
Not that she’s complaining, but the food is expensive!
One hot pot meal is equivalent to several days of her meal budget.
Jiang Tong mentally wiped away a tear, pondering how to deal with these ingredients.
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening came from across the hall, which lit up her eyes.
Without even putting on slippers, she ran directly outside and opened her apartment door.
Standing at the entrance was Bao Nan, who had just returned from the hospital.
When he saw Jiang Tong, he hesitated for a moment.
"Handsome Bao, got any plans tonight?"
Jiang Tong smiled so widely her eyes squinted, speaking in a sweet and playful tone.
Under such treatment from her, a light flickered across Bao Nan’s deep eyes.
"No," he replied calmly.
"Then great, come over to my place, let’s have hot pot together! It’s a way to thank you for helping me at the hospital. It’s a Mandarin duck pot, you should be able to handle clear soup, right?"
In moments like these, even if Bao Nan couldn’t eat, he had to be able to.
Bao Nan nodded without hesitation, "Sure."
"Then come on in and have a seat, once I get the ingredients out, we can start eating."
Jiang Tong glanced at the electronic watch on her wrist.
It’s already past seven in the evening.
If she doesn’t eat soon, she’ll starve to death.
With that said, she invited Bao Nan inside to sit down.
Bao Nan sat properly on the sofa, constantly observing the layout of the apartment.
Jiang Tong seems to have always favored light blue, everything in the house including curtains, tablecloths, vases, and aprons are all in this color.
The bookshelf in the living room is filled with philosophical books.
On the light gray fabric sofa, a few stuffed pillows are scattered.