After Three Years as a Scapegoat, I Married My Enemy's Younger Sister Upon Release

"Brother, please, take the blame for A Ze one more time!" My younger sister knelt before me, crying pitifully. My wife, the woman I had loved for ten years, stood nearby, cold and indifferent. "Chen Mo, if you agree, I'll give you ten million." I laughed. Three years ago, I went to prison for the man she loved. And now, three years later, she wanted me to take the blame for him again? This time, I looked her in the eye and said each word clearly: "Get lost." They didn't know that I had kept the real evidence from the car accident three years ago all along. 1 The day I got out of prison, the sky was so gloomy it looked ready to collapse. I had just walked out of the prison...