A spouse is often considered the prime suspect in a murder case.
The woman in the interrogation room was timid and meek, her pale neck trembling as she cried.
No one would put her among the suspects.
Except for Liao Hansheng.
As the most impartial prosecutor in the federal government, he ruled out no possibilities.
Who knew whether she was pretending to be harmless while hiding her true nature?
Comprehensive surveillance began in secret.
Cooking, arranging flowers, doing housework: Jiang Rujun's life was orderly and peaceful.
Liao Hansheng watched coldly as the woman smiled meekly, until her hands, damp with rosewater, pinched the edge of his uniform and she timidly begged him to do her a small favor.
Ridiculous. He would see what trick she was trying to pull.
It should all have ended once the water pipe was fixed.
But Liao Hansheng didn't leave as expected.
He sat on the cushion the woman had crocheted herself, tasted the food, admired the flowers, and breathed in their fragrance. It was all just as he had imagined, and his exhaustion from the past several days melted away.
But when he heard her speak of her late husband with a note of longing, he suddenly looked up and met her misty, tear-filled eyes.
The cup in his hand shattered without warning. He looked at the startled woman and softened his voice.
"Miss Jiang, I'll replace it for you."
Before that, he had called her Mrs. Yang.
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His colleagues thought Prosecutor Liao was being far too aggressive toward Mrs. Yang and decided to have a word with him.
They pushed open his office door without warning, and a stack of documents came flying at them with the wind. They heard a stern, commanding "Get out."
Through their blurred vision, they saw a woman held in the arms of a prosecutor who was usually so cold-hearted.
The only thing they could clearly make out was the woman's right hand braced on the desk, a red mark on her wrist.
Cold sweat covered him as his colleague realized in horror that the first time he had seen that mark was on Mrs. Yang's hand.
And in the photo that had just arrived anonymously, that same hand was gripping a knife plunged into the dead Mr. Yang.
Theme: The Way is found even among the lowliest.
