At seven o'clock in the morning, An Zhisu was dug out of bed by Ye Lancheng. He was put on the treadmill before his eyes were fully opened. An Zhisu was out of breath after running a few steps and shouted to get off.
"No, starting from today, I will jog for half an hour every day and start practicing with equipment in three days." Ye Lancheng had a serious face, like a physical education teacher in school.
An Zhisu wailed: "This is abuse! I want to file a complaint with my mother!"
Ye Lancheng looked at her sideways: "If I were you, I would save some energy. After all, I still have twenty-five minutes to run."
An Zhisu screamed even more miserably. Is this considered domestic violence?
Ye Lancheng knew that she was lazy, so even though she was weak, she always took food and medicine supplements, and was never willing to force her to exercise. But yesterday Mu Ge said that An Zhisu's willpower needed to be strengthened, so Ye Lancheng could only make up his mind to let her do it.
She exercises. After all, being able to insist on exercising every day is also a great training for a person's willpower.
An Zhisu ran on a treadmill for the first time, but it wasn't very fast. Ye Lancheng set it to jogging mode. She tried to run several times but was caught back. In the end, she had no choice but to accept her fate and finish the half-hour run. When she came down, her legs were numb.
Shiver.
Ye Lancheng massaged her leg muscles and stretched her. After some professional follow-up services, An Zhisu felt that her legs were no longer so weak, and she followed Ye Lancheng slowly out of the gym.
"What do you want to eat?" The couple went up to the first floor, and Ye Lancheng went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
An Zhisu said eagerly: "I still want to drink the shredded chicken porridge last night."
Ye Lancheng hummed and walked towards the kitchen.
An Zhisu followed with a bang.
Ye Lancheng took out the ingredients calmly and started making porridge unhurriedly.
An Zhisu was leaning against the door frame, waiting to be fed. He took out his cell phone to scroll through the news, and saw the headline about Yang Xi committing suicide in the detention center in the early morning.
"Yang Xi committed suicide." An Zhisu raised his head and told Ye Lancheng the news.
Ye Lancheng said calmly: "Is he dead?"
"No, the rescue was in time." An Zhisu said.
Ye Lancheng sneered: "Be a monster."
An Zhisu felt that Ye Lancheng's comments were very appropriate. Last night, she and Song Jiaren discussed that Yang Xi would not be so willing to go to jail. As expected, she committed suicide in the detention center without even getting through the whole night.
An Zhisu called Song Jiaren. After all, Song Jiaren was more familiar with this area, so she thought she could better see what Yang Xi was playing.
Song Jiaren, a night owl, obviously hadn't woken up yet. She didn't even open her eyes when she was woken up by the phone call, and she weakly made a feeding sound.
"Beautiful lady, Yang Xi committed suicide." An Zhisu completely woke up Song Jiaren with just one sentence.
"Dead?" Song Jiaren's first reaction was the same as Ye Lancheng's.
"How could she die? What kind of fun do you think she was doing? Doesn't she need to go to jail if she commits suicide?" An Zhisu asked.
"Damn!" Song Jiaren cursed angrily: "How did she commit suicide?"
"It wasn't written in the news," An Zhisu said.
Song Jiaren cursed shamelessly and said: "No matter how he committed suicide, it must have been directed by Cheng Ming. He wanted to take advantage of the legal loopholes. I am afraid he wanted to apply for supervised release on the grounds that Yang Xi was ill."
"Execution outside prison?" An Zhisu said in surprise: "It's just a failed suicide attempt. The court won't agree to execution outside prison."
"Of course she won't just commit suicide. Not only that, she will be strictly monitored in the future and she will never be given a chance to commit suicide. But if she has other illnesses and has to stay in the hospital for medical treatment, the court will change the sentence as appropriate."
Song Jiaren said.
An Zhisu made it clear: "So Yang Xi wants to fake his illness?"
"Only in this way can one apply for supervised release. However, general diseases do not meet the conditions for supervised release, and for particularly serious diseases, there must be a confirmed diagnosis. The plaintiff can also request repeated diagnosis. It is not that difficult for them to fake it if they want to.
Easy." Song Jiaren said sinisterly: "I don't believe that Yang Xi really has a dying disease. If this is the case, then let the disease torture her until she dies."
An Zhisu was slightly relieved, as it would not be so easy to change the sentence to supervised release.
"Where's Mr. Ye?" Song Jiaren had to ask Ye Lancheng to inquire about something.
"I'm cooking, I'll turn on the loudspeaker, you say it." An Zhisu turned on the loudspeaker.
"Master Ye, I have to trouble you about something," Song Jiaren said.
Ye Lancheng said humbly: "I will ask someone to investigate the specific circumstances of Yang Xi's suicide."
Song Jiaren praised: "Young Master Ye is so smart. Then I'll wait for your news. I want to see who gives Yang Xi the chance to commit suicide and see if I don't sue him for losing his job."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, An Zhisu put away the phone. With her husband on her left and her best friend on her right, she felt that she no longer needed to worry about Yang Xi's suicide.
"I'm going to take a shower. Call me when the meal is ready." An Zhisu patted his butt and walked away. This feeling of not having to worry was really great.
…
Tea restaurant.
In the private room, An Tingnuan and Cheng Ming sat opposite each other. Cheng Ming told An Tingnuan everything about the situation in the hospital.
An Tingnuan ate her breakfast gracefully and asked after listening: "How confident are you in applying to serve your sentence outside prison?"
"With Miss An's appraisal certificate, I am 100% sure." Cheng Ming confidently clicked on the document bag An Tingnuan sent him.
An Tingnuan nodded with satisfaction.
"Ms. An, please be patient. I'll go back and prepare the materials and submit them to the court." Cheng Ming used people's money to help others solve their problems, and he worked very hard.
An Tingnuan hummed.
Cheng Ming took the document bag and left first.
An Tingnuan continued to enjoy breakfast. She felt that the bird's nest and shark's fin porridge here tasted good and Xiao Rui would like to drink it, so she rang the bell to call the waiter in and asked the kitchen to pack another shark's fin porridge for her.
While the waiter was packing the bags, An Tingnuan called Ye Lishu.
"Daughter, has Lawyer Cheng seen you?" Ye Lishu answered the phone and asked.
"Well, it's all arranged. You can have those photos released," An Tingnuan said.
"Okay, I'll make a call right now." Ye Lishu responded and hung up the phone.
An Tingnuan put down her phone, her eyes as hazy as rain.
An Zhisu, as your biological sister, of course I have to give you an engagement gift.
…
Lantingju.
Ye Lancheng went to work after breakfast. Bai Xinci and Aunt Rong came right after he left. Aunt Rong brought Angelica sinensis chicken soup that she had cooked at home, and An Zhisu was forced to drink another bowl.
"We're only a few days away from the engagement. I have to ask Aunt Rong to make you fatter, otherwise the dress won't fit." Bai Xinci squeezed An Zhisu's small waist and said melancholy.
An Zhisu was also a little melancholy. Bai Xinci had now raised her as a pet. When she thought of the chubby figure of the ragdoll cat, she felt deeply worried for herself.
But then I thought about how she would be trained by Ye Lancheng from today on. It seemed that it didn't matter if she ate a little more, and it would be used up by running the next day. Well, thinking about it this way, An Zhisu was no longer melancholy, and he didn't care so much about running.
I resisted, after all, women still pay more attention to their figure.