Feng Jin's application for a commutation sentence was finally settled after seven months of hard work by the lawyers' team, and her sentence was reduced from 13 years to 8 years, with a reduction of 5 years.

By the time the verdict was announced, she had already served seven years and nine months in a women's prison, meaning she would be free for three months.

Ji Rongke was not overjoyed by this, he knew how much human and financial resources he had put into this process, and the result of reducing his sentence by five years was simply what he expected.

When Feng Jin got the news in the women's prison, she was queuing up to wash the dishes after lunch, and the prison guards who took care of her called her over and told her that she could leave in three months, and that she would behave well in the last period and not be uncertain.

Feng Jin was stunned, the long-term supervision and restraint made her brain a little unable to keep up, it seemed that she was stunned a lot, she had to think for a while to understand, she asked where to go, and the prison guard said to regain her free body and leave the prison to be a new person.

When Feng Jin heard the word freedom, the shock of the reunion after a long absence made her stunned, and she didn't react for a long time.

Freedom, how far away freedom was, she had long forgotten what it was like, and in the long river of her years, it had drowned into billowing white smoke.

In fact, the prison guards like her the most, she doesn't like to cause trouble, and she is quiet and obedient, and there are many women in the prison who had a very good life before coming in.

Ji Rongke will send benefits to the staff here every three months, entrust them to take care of Feng Jin, and be accommodating in those heavy handicrafts, for the generous and generous families of prisoners, which prison guard doesn't like it, everyone wants the benefits of picking up for nothing, Ji Rongke's red envelopes are never less than five figures, and his human scene makes the entire prison particularly appreciated.

Feng Jin heard that she was going to be released from prison, at that moment she thought that she had heard it wrong, the sudden long prison life was going to be terminated, she felt unaccustomed, she looked at the empty four-cornered sky where there were no white doves flying on that side, and looked at the world outside the high-walled power grid that had long been alienated from the world, she suddenly felt a little panic and fear, and she didn't know what greeted her.

A cruel tragedy, or a peaceful comedy.

Does she still love Ji Rongke?

She is no longer as determined as she once was.

After so many years, her heart is a little stagnant.

When she looked in the mirror, she found that the gray under her eyes, she felt that the innate desires of those people were like gravel, slipping out of her internal organs little by little, she suddenly understood, she entrusted the prison guards to convey the scriptures sent by Ji Rongke, she was almost familiar with it to the extent of reciting it backwards, her restless heart became more and more lonely in such a broad and profound Zen path, and she began to learn to have no desire and no desire.

The taste of loving someone is too bitter, and the taste of waiting for someone is even more tormenting.

Why do people know that the love word is endless, but they are still stubborn and swimming, swimming with all their might, and it is not good to stop and turn back.

Feng Jin touched her heart, she silently recited his name, and she found that her heart suddenly bulged, beating faster than before.

She was stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes.

Oh, the Bodhisattva still refuses to cross, she hasn't tasted the bitterness yet.

A high wall separates the vast sea of people, she doesn't know that in the past eight years, Uncle Nine has returned to North China and handed over the affairs of South China to Gu Wennan, he officially took over the Kowloon Society, from the young gang leader to the head of the family, and Lina married Mrs. Gu, the relationship between the two is not love, but it is not very estranged, Gu Wennan likes power, Uncle Nine will give him power, and marrying Lina is a prerequisite for him to get power, Gu Wennan of course has no reason to refuse. Lina likes vanity and luxury, greedy for glory and wealth, Gu Wennan also mixes quite well in the South China Mall with the help of Kowloon, he gives Lina what she wants, such as huge materials and countless ayaluo, the two of them take what they need, never blush-faced and argue about anything, sometimes it doesn't look cold, and the relationship seems to be very harmonious and beautiful.

And Feng Jin is even more unexpected is Bai Jasmine's situation, it is said that with her appearance and intelligence, it is not difficult to want the scenery, but she seems to be taking mistakes every step, and she is wrong again and again, she overestimates her means of controlling men, and she overestimates her beauty that she can't fight against the cruel years, she is not there at the age of forty, and she has no name as the last support, and the end is of course to become a cousin abandoned by Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine is old, but he is not confused at all, he has long lost his physical strength, and no matter how tempting the beauty is, it is inevitable that he will lose interest if he can't eat it, not to mention Bai Jasmine, who he is tired of seeing, the most important factor in his ruthlessness is that the truth of Meng Han's identity is revealed, for the sister of a criminal police officer in a serious crime team, Uncle Nine of course avoids it, and he even suspected for a while that Bai Jasmine had already been recruited by the strip and became one of the spies lurking in the Kowloon Club and Meng Han.

Bai Jasmine's current situation is very bleak, she can't get along in South China, Gu Wennan has never killed her, but Lina can't, Lina was disgusted with her at the beginning, Bai Jasmine and Lina have always been at odds, she has never left herself a way out, she has always thought that there is no need to retreat, even if Uncle Nine dies, the property in his name can always be divided into a part of his hands, Jiulong will have a huge capital, a small piece is enough for her to have no worries about food and clothing, she can live a very good life, what kind of man she wants, but she never imagined that she would have today, Lina pressed very tightly, and there was a posture of forcing her to death, and Gu Wennan didn't pay attention to such a trivial matter at all, she went to ask for help, he only responded to her with four words, and then hid and never saw her again.

Bai Jasmine has no choice but to go to Ji Rongke, except for him, no one in South China can help him, and no one will be willing to help, Gu Wennan's current power is no worse than Huo Yanchen in the past, and there are many businessmen who can compete with it, but there is only one Ji Rongke who can speak both black and white.

Bai Jasmine knew that he loved Feng Jin, he was now obsessed, he couldn't listen to anyone's advice at all, and he couldn't see the good of any woman, but she thought that no matter how hastily this old relationship ended, there should always be a trace of unforgettable memories in his heart, she just needed to make good use of this residual affection.

Ji Rongke didn't expect that Uncle Nine would expel Bai Jasmine from the Kowloon Society, she had been with him for twenty years, and she didn't care about this at all, obviously Uncle Nine was too ruthless. He thought that Bai Jasmine would have a very good life, and go back to North China with Uncle Nine to recuperate, and when Uncle Nine died, she would be a high-ranking existence of the Kowloon Society, no one up and down would be disrespected, and the glory of Lilu in the second half of her life would not have to worry at all, but when Bai Jasmine was really standing in front of him in embarrassment, the tired and pale face made Ji Rongke shocked, he couldn't believe what he saw, why did she become so thin and haggard.

Bai Jasmine had red eyes, she didn't wear any jewelry, the plain blue dress set off her thin and thin body extraordinarily petite, she stood there, her back to a window at the end of the corridor, the spring breeze outside the window was blowing, peach and plum contending, her trembling thin lips overflowed with a soft and soft Rong Ke to the bones.

This delicate voice, Ji Rongke has listened to it for so many years, she was like this when she was young, her throat seemed to be full of water, and a few drops of water gushed out when she squeezed out a word, and it fell softly on people's hearts, who can bear it in the world.

She is now forty years old, and she is still too charming, but her charm is not annoying, it is clearly so fake, so greedy, and it still makes people can't bear to pierce it.

He Yichi glanced at Ji Rongke, who was looking at Bai Jasmine, he had just finished reporting the progress of a contract, and was about to explain the matters after Feng Jin was released from prison to Ji Rongke, after all, he had told him early in the morning, he must tell him one by one, not to make his mother angry, learn to make his mother happy with a sweet mouth, and renovate the house inside and out, all according to the style that Feng Jin likes, she likes purple, blue and black, she likes soft things, she likes retro and luxurious crystal chandeliers, she likes old stereos, and she likes beds like sponges, I like to soak in the huge bathtub and watch TV, and I like to wear plain long skirts and gaudy cheongsam. Ji Rongke remembered all her preferences, growing up in his daily life bit by bit, he didn't deliberately remember it, but it had already penetrated into the depths of his mind invisibly.

He instructed He Yichi to arrange all these well, and don't leave anything behind, he always nagged that it was too late, He Yichi was still thinking, who is Ji Rongke, a man who can make a cruel decision to bury the whole of South China, he actually nagged about one thing hundreds of times, and He Yichi was tired of listening to the nagging, and he also rushed to book the best beauty club, and wanted to dye his sideburns more and more gray hair that could not be hidden, and asked He Yichi if he wanted to smooth out the wrinkles and do laser skin care.

He Yichi couldn't cry or laugh, he couldn't believe that these words came out of Ji Rongke's mouth, is this a living hell?

He said helplessly, "No, no matter how hard you stretch it, Miss Feng still has to cut out your photo and return it. ”

is just such a joke, Ji Rongke stubbornly took it seriously, how much he cared about Feng Jin, so he was so afraid that he was getting old and not worthy of her bright spring.

But he forgot that she was also in the vicissitudes of time, and that bright face was already the old years in his memory.

Ji Rongke has a strange disease, which is called looking in the mirror whenever he has free time.

He frowned at the fine wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, he remembered his face twenty years ago, when it was his best-looking, but unfortunately he had never met Feng Jin, she was just a little girl in her early tens, ignorant and ignorant, and she didn't even know what love was. She never imagined that she would meet him in her lifetime, and if he heard others say that he would fall in love with a child who was sixteen years younger than himself, he would definitely scold that person seriously for whether he was sick or not, and make up all the stories on his head.

It's just that creation makes people, and people really can't calculate the sky.

He Yichi saw Ji Rongke's eyes looking at Bai Jasmine, and his heart suddenly cooled, he was cool for Feng Jinliang and Ji Rongke himself.

This man has lived for most of his life, and he is very nostalgic for the woman who used to be in his feelings, and he doesn't want to be a lie, just look at it, at the same time, whether he can control himself, and follow Ji Rongke's side for so many years, He Yichi has seen a lot of women who want to throw themselves into his arms in every possible way, but he is always indifferent, turning a blind eye to everything, how can he not have seven emotions and six desires, but there are very few women who can pluck the string of his seven emotions and six desires.

Uncle Nine lived to be more than eighty years old, and the only good thing he did to accumulate virtue was to eliminate the greed of the three most proud disciples under his disciples, one was Ji Rongke, one was Gu Wennan, and the other was Huo Yanchen.

The biggest characteristic of these three men is that they are not seduced by beauty, and even if she is a thousand-year-old fox, they can't move their mortal thoughts.

But Bai Jasmine is an exception to Ji Rongke.

She appeared in his youngest and frivolous years, when Ji Rongke was not as vicious and selfish as he is now, he still had a trace of kindness, full of kindness to the world, at such a time, Bai Jasmine used her innocence, beauty, purity and coquettishness, deeply stationed in his heart, and took away half of his soul, even if he withdrew later, but in this passing time, she is still there.

He Yichi sighed slightly, he knew that emotional matters were not something that outsiders could talk about, Ji Rongke had his own opinions and decisions, his plans and reason, he knew what he wanted, if he would fall into the astray path of this relationship because of a momentary soft-hearted and greedy, how could He Yichi's words change the result.

He turned around and left the corridor, quietly entered the elevator, and at the moment when the two doors closed, he saw through the narrow gap that Bai Jasmine's eyes were red and rushed towards Ji Rongke, the distance between him and her became shorter and shorter, and in the end it almost fit together, her outstretched arms and his motionless body seemed to merge into a bright sunshine.

The elevator door closed suddenly, and He Yichi could no longer see anything.

He could only see his slightly helpless face reflected in the iron wall in front of him.

Since ancient times, there has been affection and hatred.

The four words of love, hatred, hatred, and hatred, how many lives are needed to kill people without seeing blood.

Ji Rongke was a little stunned, he didn't react yet, his chest was suddenly filled with a soft body, he smelled a trace of jasmine in the air, a few strands of black hair flew in front of his eyes, the tips of the hair brushed his face without a sound, rubbing the softest part of the skin, and teasing him one by one.

In fact, he hadn't seen Bai Jasmine for many years, longer than Feng Jin.

It's not that he has forgotten her, he has given so much sincerity to Bai Jasmine, he is a man who has been affectionate to the extreme, he can't forget it, and he can't forget it until he dies.

It's just a shallow shelving in his heart, shelving until he is a little vague.

Everything is quietly changing with the passage of time, but his heart is soft when facing this woman, he finds that he is still unable to resist her tears, especially when he sees the wrinkles on her face, she no longer has the delicate and pretty eyebrows and eyes of the past, although the change is very shallow, but under the magnifying glass of the years, there are still traces.

Bai Jasmine held his hand and put his smoky fingers on her lips, she opened her mouth and shouted in a hoarse voice Rong Ke, this voice Rong Ke made her liver and intestines break.

She really regrets it, if she hadn't been confused for a while, and hadn't been greedy for the money promised by Uncle Jiu, would she have ended up like this now, she may have already become Mrs. Ji, holding this noble man who has attracted attention from all over the world, she has got love and marriage, as well as luxury and eternity, how can Feng Jin have the slightest chance to break in.

She was trembling and crying, seeing the hesitation and pity flashing in Ji Rongke's eyes, he didn't withdraw his fingers that were pressed on her lips by her, he just looked at her, his eyes were complicated.

Bai Jasmine was pleasantly surprised in her heart, because she knew Ji Rongke better than anyone else, she had known him for a long twenty-six years, and she knew that this man's mercy was her last salvation in the precipice.