The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

After Andrestano was sentenced to two years in prison, on a day when the gloom was so thick that it seemed to crush people's hearts, he was tightly escorted by a group of serious-looking, fully armed prison guards and slowly walked into the gloomy prison in Russia.

The prison is like a huge dark fortress, standing on the desolate edge of the city.

On top of the towering walls surrounding the building, barbed wire is crisscrossed like thorns, ruthlessly isolating the world from outside.

At the sentry post on the wall, the guards had stern eyes, and the weapons in their hands emitted a chilling cold light in the dim sky.

As I walked through the heavy gate of the prison, a foul and oppressive smell surged over me like a tide.

The narrow and dark passage was filled with damp mist, as if water was dripping down. The mottled moss on the wall looked even more eerie in the dim light, as if it was a hideous scar left by the erosion of time.

The cell was filled with a disgusting mixture of sweat, mold and despair. Andrestano was tall, and his hair, which was carefully groomed in the past, had now been roughly shaved into a lifeless crew cut.

This made his originally cold and majestic face even more sharp and ferocious.

The pair of eyes, as deep as emeralds, were still deep at this moment, but were filled with indifference and unwillingness. The prison uniform on his body hung loosely, but it still could not hide the strong and powerful muscle lines underneath.

Entering the cell, his eyes slowly scanned the small, cramped space.

A shabby, creaking wooden bed, a pungent, disgusting toilet, and a few ignorant, rampant cockroaches crawling slowly in the corner. His brows were furrowed, and his facial muscles twitched slightly with extreme anger and disgust.

But he tried hard to hold back his emotions, not letting them burst out like a flood, because he knew that giving in and losing his composure at this moment was meaningless and would only make himself more embarrassed.

Looking back on the trial process, it was undoubtedly an intense, dramatic and cruel contest. The atmosphere in the courtroom was so solemn and dignified that it was suffocating. The judge sat on the high bench with a serious and solemn expression, like an inviolable statue of God.

The prosecutor's words were sharp and his voice was like a bell, listing his heinous crimes one by one. Each accusation was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard and shaking his soul.

The evidence was irrefutable and irrefutable. The mountains of evidence were like insurmountable peaks, weighing him down to the point where he could hardly breathe. However, he still held his head high, trying to use his last bit of pride and stubbornness to fight against this cold and ruthless reality.

As a key witness, Xie Xuanan appeared in court. As Xie Xuanan shouted hoarsely:

"What you call giving is nothing more than treating me as your private property. Your pity and that little bit of love are a trampling on my personality. What I want is real respect and freedom, not your control!" These words pierced Andrestano's heart like a sword.

When he looked at Xie Xuan'an, his eyes were still extremely cold at first, as if the person in front of him was just an insignificant ant. But in the deepest part of that coldness, in that corner that even he himself had not noticed, there was a very subtle and imperceptible tremor and fluctuation hidden in his heart.

It was an almost negligible trace of heartache, heartache that the control he once thought was perfect had been cracked; it was also a brief and fleeting anger, anger at Xie Xuan'an for daring to resist so bravely and pushing him into this abyss of no return.

In prison, his days seemed peaceful, but in fact, the fire in his heart never went out. He was unwilling to admit that he had any guilt or regret towards Xie Xuan'an.

He stubbornly believed that it was Xie Xuan'an's ignorance that destroyed his carefully planned grand blueprint. The slightest regret he felt was only because of his momentary negligence, which led to the current embarrassing situation.

He had to endure the coarse food, each bite was like chewing wax, hard to swallow, but he had to force himself to swallow it in order to survive. The humid air made his joints ache, and every pain reminded him of his current situation.

He knew very well that his family business was as huge as a giant ship, and two years was just a temporary hibernation for him, a little joke of fate.

He firmly believed that two years later, he would still be able to rise from the ashes like an immortal phoenix, return to the pinnacle of supreme power, and continue to control everything.

On countless nights when it was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat, he lay on the hard bed, with the heavy or subtle snoring and sleep talk of other prisoners echoing in his ears. He looked at the peeling wall on the ceiling, and the glorious picture of himself regaining power kept emerging in his mind.

In his dream, he adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror countless times, imagining returning to that luxurious office and giving orders loudly to everyone.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted up, revealing a cold and ambitious smile, as if he had seen his future self standing on the top of the world again, overlooking all living things. And Xie Xuan'an and those who had once hindered him would be ruthlessly trampled under his feet, never to be able to turn over.

He waited for the day of his release with an almost crazy determination, firmly believing that his position was as unshakable as Mount Tai. For him, the two years of prison life were just a short "vacation", an insignificant test given to him by fate.