"Dr. Zhang, let’s go to the monitoring room, I’ll make you a nice cup of tea, hehe..."
Director Wang seized the opportunity, wanting to ingratiate himself with Zhang Xiaoshan.
Zhang Xiaoshan nodded, following Director Wang to the monitoring room.
Inside were many screens, among which the largest and most conspicuous one was broadcasting the meeting between Wu Daming and Jia Lanhua.
Wu Daming had been slumped in the chair, his head down, expression gloomy.
Upon hearing the door open, he slightly lifted his head, and upon clearly seeing the person coming in, he immediately became excited.
Wu Daming tried to stand up, but because his left hand was handcuffed to the chair, he was pulled back down as he got halfway up.
Director Wang shouted into the microphone, clearly audible in the visiting room, and Wu Daming immediately became much more compliant, though still visibly excited.
"Wife, you’re here, huh."
Wu Daming greeted Jia Lanhua with a face full of smiles, his eyes sweeping over her.
When he saw that Jia Lanhua’s hands were empty, his face immediately darkened, discontentedly he said.
"What’s going on, huh? I’m in prison here, and you come to see me without even bringing some roast chicken, beef, and a bottle of white wine?"
"Don’t call me wife. If you considered me your wife, why would you elope with another woman? Did you ever care about whether I live or die?"
Jia Lanhua was naturally fiery and definitely wouldn’t indulge Wu Daming, she immediately struck at the heart of the matter.
Instantly, Wu Daming became as deflated as a frostbitten eggplant.
He heaved a sigh of resignation and fell silent.
Jia Lanhua began to scrutinize Wu Daming seriously.
In White Dragon Village, Wu Daming was truly a despot, no different from a feudal lord, his word was law, every day was full of luxurious meals; he always looked vibrant. But now, in just a few days, his hair had completely whitened, his beard was long, and his face bore some scars, probably the other suspects had taught Wu Daming a lesson.
Now, Wu Daming looked like nothing more than a destitute, wandering old beggar.
In Jia Lanhua’s mind, the handsome and dashing figure of Zhang Xiaoshan uncontrollably emerged, Wu Daming wasn’t even fit to carry Zhang Xiaoshan’s shoes.
To think she had been living with such a trashy man all these years, enduring and keeping silent, the thought alone was horrifying.
Without comparison, there is no harm; before experiencing finer delicacies, eating buns and noodles wasn’t bad, but once one’s eyes are opened to a grand feast, naturally, the stomach becomes pickier.
Realizing Jia Lanhua had been staring at him all along, Wu Daming got a bit excited, thinking Jia Lanhua was concerned and pitying him.
He immediately perked up and said to Jia Lanhua.
"Wife, don’t worry, these injuries happened a few days ago when the head prisoner here beat me. These last few days, Zhang Xiaoshan had someone smooth things over for me, they don’t dare to mess with me anymore, and I’ve been living comfortably."
"But this dreadful place, staying here is truly unbearable. You go back home, sell the house, the land, try to scrape together some money to cover the debts, the more you can cover the better. I heard this could reduce my sentence. Go and plead with Zhang Xiaoshan for me, that kid is really something now, he can talk with the big shots in the county, you find him, he won’t ignore me.
"Lanhua, I know I’ve wronged you, but now, I’m completely abandoned, the people of the Wu family definitely won’t bother with me anymore, you’re my only hope, please help me."
Wu Daming kept pleading tearfully.
In the monitoring room, Zhang Xiaoshan listened to all these words from Wu Daming and was somewhat speechless.
Wu Daming really was shameless.
Back in White Dragon Village, Wu Daming had constantly targeted him, and now he still hoped that he would help, wasn’t that plainly ridiculous?
Moreover, he had abandoned his lawfully wedded wife Jia Lanhua to run off with another woman, nearly drove Jia Lanhua to death, and now he thought of having Jia Lanhua sell her property to fill his gaps, such a thought process was astonishing.
Sitting across from Wu Daming, Jia Lanhua, upon hearing all these words, couldn’t help but roar.
"You bastard, seeing me, shouldn’t you first apologize? After all, we were husband and wife, you did such things, don’t you have even a trace of remorse toward me?"