"Boss, that Young Master Zeng is really quite the playboy, right in front of you he just—"
"Book a flight back to Beijing." Yin Shixiu calmly interrupted his assistant’s complaint.
"Boss?"
Yin Shixiu leaned back on the leather seat, slowly closed his eyes, and said,
"It’s ti to close the net."
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May 14th.
AM London ti, 3 PM Beijing ti.
Su Xiaong participated in the interpretation competition at London University.
Her foot injury had mostly healed, and she wore slightly larger shoes with softer insoles.
Dressed in a delicate blazer, pinned with a refined bird-shaped brooch on her chest.
Her long, curly hair was tied in a high ponytail, with exquisite features, light makeup, and a smiling face showing high spirits.
This could be described as being vibrant and youthful.
The interpretation competition consisted of four rounds, with nearly a hundred students from universities across the United Kingdom participating.
This is the UK’s most professionally esteed university student interpretation competition, but the tournant’s purpose is not about achieving a certain result, but showcasing the interpretation skills of outstanding students in the field.
Therefore, judges also include current translation officers from the National Translation Bureau and the United Nations.
For particularly outstanding students, they naturally offer more opportunities for exposure to the top academic environnts.
Dick did not have high expectations for Su Xiaong. Initially holding high hopes for Han Tan, he submitted a withdrawal application after the terrorist incident.
The school had no reason to force a student to remain enrolled.
Thus, Han Tan left the campus and never reappeared.
Despite having low expectations for Su Xiaong, Dick paid attention to her performance in the first two rounds.
It can be said that within her capabilities, she perford the best.
Very calm and composed, without any nervousness common in academic competitions.
She thought carefully, answered steadily, and even had so breakthroughs.
Su Xiaong’s state was much better than Dick anticipated.
Originally thinking that the recent globally shocking terrorist event would have an unrecoverable impact on Su Xiaong’s ntal health...
Contrary to this, she appeared more spirited than anyone else in the competition, revealing her language skills and professional quality without reservation.
Her performance was certainly outstanding, yet those who were already excellent and had a better foundation than Su Xiaong showcased even comparable outstanding results after two rounds.
Among the University of Bath students, only Shen Dawei failed to proceed to the third round by a small margin, while the others advanced smoothly to the third stage—
Self-selected speech, followed by answering judges’ questions in three different languages regarding the speech content.
There is a ti limit for answering questions.
This stage is arguably the hardest among the four rounds, but it does not weigh heavily on the score.
Su Xiaong sat calmly in the contestants’ waiting area.
Shen Dawei sneaked over to cheer her up, and she responded with a smile.
Yin Shixiu went to Beijing to close the net he laid out.
Su Xiaong knew those who committed wrongdoings were about to receive their retribution.
"Next, Sue Su."
(Next, Su Xiaong.)
Su Xiaong stood up, raised her head, chest out, and walked confidently into the competition area.
She still rembered last year, around this ti, she was pregnant with Little Treasure, attending the University of Bath interview.
Back then, there was also a self-selected speech segnt, and before entering the exam room, she was trembling with nervousness, clasping the speech script, unwilling to let go.
The performance wasn’t bad in the end, but she was far from calm afterwards.
She never expected one day she could stand so calmly before such authoritative judges, presenting her speech fluently in a foreign language as a student of the University of Bath—
The last mont in my life.
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anwhile, in Beijing, the sky at 3 PM was terrifyingly dark.
The sky was shrouded in black clouds, as if they could press down at any mont.
Today was Guo Tong’s first official court trial day.
From being detained to confessing guilt to standing trial, it was less than ten days, and no one was willing to give Guo Tong even a second more.
Guo Tong wore the most basic and thin clothes and was escorted into the court.
She sat dazedly in the defendant’s seat, accepting the prosecutor’s announcents of each of her cris.
Scattered in the seating were Su Jifang, Guo Jianping, and Guo Tong’s brother Guo Shuai.
Their sobbing repeatedly attracted the presiding judge’s calls for "order."
Su Jifang cried the hardest, Guo Jianping occasionally wiping his face to remove a few drops of grimy tears.
And Guo Shuai at this point?
His face flushed, impulsively wanting to interrupt the prosecutor’s charges against Guo Tong several tis.
With repeated reminders from the security on the side, he gritted his teeth and endured.
Guo Tong made no attempt to deny the prosecutor’s charges against her; she was like a marionette, with no extra emotion on her face.
She just sat calmly in the defendant’s seat, letting ti tick by in her mind.
She waited for a resolution she had long known but could not change.
The verdict was reached; just one count of intentional homicide sentenced Guo Tong to life imprisonnt, and with other charges like kidnapping a child...
Death penalty.
These two words were like a giant black cage, suddenly enveloping the Guo Family!
Su Jifang fainted on the spot...
For the first ti, Guo Tong’s puppet-like expression showed slight change when noticing her mother faint.
She turned around, her eyes full of apology and tears, took a deep look at her mother...
Her lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing and was taken away by the law enforcent officers.
Death penalty...
At this mont, Guo Tong actually felt a sense of relief.
She had long known her fate, she wasn’t foolish; what would be the penalty for intentional homicide?
Even if the judge were lenient, Yin Shixiu would not be so kind.
Only a "death" might not ease much of Yin Shixiu’s rage.
At this mont, Guo Tong also felt relieved...
Perhaps, this was the outco she desired, given her strong-willed nature, her temperant, her intolerance for anyone being even slightly better than her...
She was never ant to live happily or contentedly.
At this mont, Guo Tong suddenly realized the greater the wealth, the more people are drawn to it.
Even though countless won can beco the mistress of a wealthy family, enjoying that opulent life...
She, Guo Tong, lacked such capability and fortune.
Once entering a wealthy family, it was as deep as the sea; she used death as a price to recognize herself, to recognize the husband she desperately wanted to control, and to see the so-called wealth.
Guo Tong eventually vanished from the court.
That dark, sunless place seed to be her final destination.
This is the price.
In the end, the only ones in the scattered seats were her parents and brother, and her husband... never appeared.
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