Chapter 193 Dr. Fu’s Full Contrast

Chapter 193: Dr. Fu’s Jarring Contrast

Fu Tinghua went to the jail. Chen Zhijie’s sentence hadn’t been handed down yet, so he hadn’t been transferred to prison.

"Dr. Fu, you're here!"

The investigator assigned to Director Ma’s case greeted him, his face lighting up at the sight of Dr. Fu.

Dr. Fu was a real powerhouse—he could directly reach out to *him*.

"Mind if I see Chen Zhijie?" Fu Tinghua asked.

"Of course! Right this way."

The man quickly led Fu Tinghua inside.

"Chen Zhijie, out!"

The barked order made Chen Zhijie jump.

His time in jail had crushed his cocky attitude.

He wasn’t held with the rest of the Chen family. His cellmates were all hardened types.

As a newcomer, he’d been jumped as soon as he walked in.

At first, he’d pushed back when they pushed him around.

But after losing fights and realizing the officers looked the other way, he’d learned to keep his head down.

Hearing someone had come for him, his heart leapt.

Had his family found a way to spring him?

It had to be! Director Ma was too powerful to leave him rotting here.

After all, he’d been greasing the guy’s palms every year.

Locked up, Chen Zhijie had no idea Director Ma had already been taken down.

Heart racing, he shoved open the visitation room door—only for his hope to tank at the sight of Fu Tinghua’s icy glare through the glass.

Then he perked up.

Right—his brother-in-law! An army doc had to have connections. He could call in favors.

"Tinghua! Brother!" Chen Zhijie blurted.

If not for the glass, he’d have hugged him right then.

He couldn’t stand jail—the abuse, the humiliation.

The man who’d once lived like a king was now lower than dirt.

Fu Tinghua watched coldly, lips curled in a cold smirk.

"Tinghua, you can get me out, right?" Chen Zhijie spat out the dumb question.

Luckily, Fu Tinghua had pull—otherwise, the guards would’ve shut them down for that alone.

"Chen Zhijie, what kind of pipe dream are you having?" Fu Tinghua spat coldly.

"Ting Hua, I know I was wrong. I did Yan Ju wrong. I'm a real piece of work.

But Yan Ju needs a husband, right? Wan Er can't be without a father either.

I promise, once I get out, I’ll take good care of them both.

This time, I truly know I was wrong. Please, Ting Hua, help your brother-in-law out."

Chen Zhijie, after all, was the man who had charmed Fu Yanju with nothing but his silver tongue—his words were smooth and persuasive.

"Chen Zhijie, I came here today to tell your family to stop harassing my parents at the Fu household.

Just wait quietly for your sentencing. With maybe ten years or so, you’ll be out.

If you dare trouble my family again, you think that sentence won't get much longer?

And if I could send you here, I can send your family in too.

Given what your Chen family has done, putting the men away for a few years wouldn’t be a problem.

Oh, by the way, you probably don’t know yet, do you?

Director Ma—he could be staring down a firing squad any day now."

Hearing Fu Tinghua’s threats, Chen Zhijie was downright shocked.

He pointed at Fu Tinghua, suddenly gripped by a terrible feeling.

Here's the edited translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

His being trapped here now was likely all because of the man in front of him.

"You... you... it was you..." He pointed at Fu Tinghua with a hand that wouldn't stop shaking.

Fu Tinghua ignored him and pulled out a paper, spreading it open for Chen Zhijie to see.

When Chen Zhijie saw the bold words "Divorce Certificate" on it, he gaped at Fu Tinghua, stunned.

"You... impossible, this is fake. I never consented to divorce—how'd you even get a divorce certificate?" Chen Zhijie said in disbelief.

"How could I fake this? This divorce certificate is yours.

My sister's got hers—she's keeping it herself.

I'll leave this one here with you, tucked in with your stuff.

When you get out, you can take it with you.

Remember, you'd better keep this safe. If you destroy it, you won't be able to get married again."

In this era, divorce was a big deal and pretty uncommon.

And once divorced, whether man or woman, you had to show your divorce papers at the civil registry before you could remarry.

Staring at this brother-in-law who now seemed like a complete stranger, Chen Zhijie felt his heart turn to ice.

It was as if he'd never truly known the man standing before him. Not just him—probably even the Fu family had no idea that Fu Tinghua, who appeared so dignified and refined, could be this much of a cold-blooded schemer.

For his sister, he'd gone so far as to betray himself like this.

But what could he say? He didn’t dare.

Chen Zhijie was just a coward who bullied the weak—facing someone vulnerable like Fu Yanju, he was all swagger and bluster.

But when up against someone truly tough, especially alone, he wouldn’t dare squeak.

Fu Tinghua had Chen Zhijie pegged. That’s why he could threaten him.

Truth was, half of what he’d told Chen Zhijie was real, half was lies.

Of the other Chens, only the five mixed up in organized crime had been arrested—the rest were barely involved, so they couldn’t just haul people in for no reason.

But Chen Zhijie, this idiot didn’t know the first thing about the law, so he swallowed every word Fu Tinghua fed him.

If all the Chen men got dragged to the station, their family would be done for, with no way back.

And if the whole clan landed in jail, who’d be left to have his back after he got out?

No way could he let anyone else get locked up.

Chen Zhijie might’ve been rotten to his wife and kids, but he at least treated his parents and brothers right.

Seeing he’d gotten through to him, Fu Tinghua wasted no more words—just stood and left.

Watching him go, Chen Zhijie knew his last hope was gone.

And Fu Tinghua wasn’t any lifeline—he was signing his death warrant.