As expected: the son-in-law of a wealthy family breaks into the house to rob love

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

A woman takes revenge from morning to night!

Outside the fence, the autumn weather is crisp and sunny! I feel happy!

Outside the wall, the dark space seems isolated from the world!

Facing the sentence of life imprisonment, Li Canhui was filled with resentment and struggle.

"Why should my fate be decided like this?" Li Canhui faced the lawyer who came to visit him, dissatisfaction and confusion intertwined in his heart.

"What you have done is extremely harmful to society..." The lawyer looked at him seriously, his voice low and powerful.

He stressed the authority and finality behind legal decisions.

"I don't accept it, I want to appeal!" Li Canhui's face was full of dissatisfaction and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

"You... touched someone you shouldn't have touched!" The lawyer's tone was cold and firm, like the cold wind in the dead of winter, biting and direct.

"Secretary Jiang clearly promised me that his sentence would be reduced! How could it become life imprisonment?!" Li Canhui was furious.

"You are wrong! That was before you kidnapped him! He originally wanted to handle it in a low-key manner, but why are you so stubborn?!" The lawyer said in a cold tone with no expression on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the lawyer turned and left.

Li Canhui began his prison life day after day and night.

The walls are cold and solid, and the gray and white tones swallow up personality and color.

The small bed in the corner is a place for sleeping and a corner for contemplation.

The lighting in the room was dim and uncertain, making it difficult to distinguish the passage of day and night.

Before Li Canhui could adapt to the new environment, a group of prisoners surrounded him.

There was no welcome in their eyes, only coldness and cruelty.

"New guy, you have to learn the rules." A burly prisoner walked forward and spoke in a low and threatening voice.

He is the "head of the house" here, a strong man who built his own kingdom in prison.

Then, fists rained down.

Li Canhui felt the severe pain before he could even react.

The prisoners formed a circle and punched and kicked each other, each blow filled with power and hatred.

Li Canhui was like a piece of food thrown into a pack of wolves, helpless and desperate.

Li Canhui was soon beaten to his knees, his face began to swell, and blood flowed from his nose and mouth.

Li Canhui tried to stand up, but a more violent blow knocked him to the ground again, with pain and fear churning in his body.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" A sharp whistle sound cut through the air.

It was the arrival of the prison guards.

The room leader quickly dispersed the crowd and returned to his seat.

Only Li Canhui was left, lying on the cold concrete floor.

"What happened?" The guard took a look at Li Canhui who was lying on the ground and hurriedly asked the room manager.

"Just educating the newcomers to learn the rules. It's the kidnapper Li Canhui!" The head of the room answered slowly.

"Be quiet next time and avoid vital points, okay?" The guard saw Li Canhui crawling up and left with an expressionless face.

"YES SIR!" After saluting the guard, the room chief sat on the ground, looking at the ugly Li Canhui thoughtfully.

Everyone knows, but many don’t.

The more imaginative you are,

The more resistant you are, the more alive you are!

Li Canhui's remaining life in prison has just begun.

Lunch time, in the cafeteria.

The plate in front of Li Canhui contained simple but slightly shabby food.

A few pieces of tofu with a faint glossy feel, a pile of stir-fried vegetables, and a small bowl of rice.

The room manager walked over arrogantly and bumped into the corner of Li Canhui's desk.

The plate immediately slipped off the table, and the food scattered all over the floor.

"What are you doing?" Li Canhui's eyes flashed with surprise, and his voice was low and powerful. Although he was asking, his tone was full of warning.

"Oops, my hand slipped. But, as you know, accidents are always inevitable here." The head of the room smiled contemptuously and responded in a seemingly relaxed but extremely sharp tone.

The prisoners around began to whisper, but no one dared to intervene between them blatantly.

There was a sense of tension and uneasiness in the air.

Li Canhui clenched his fists, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out.

He took a deep breath and unclenched his fists.

He slowly bent down and began to pick up the food on the ground one by one.

He sat back in his seat and quietly ate the food that had fallen on the ground.

"Eat slowly. I didn't mean it just now." The head of the room leaned over gently, almost face to face.

The breath of 82 turned into a biological weapon!

Within a radius of 50cm from Li Canhui, the air was filled with the scent of 82.

The food that was picked up was slowly permeating the breath of 82 years.

Li Canhui clenched his fists again.

Several burly prisoners behind the head of the room stared at him coldly.

He took a deep breath and unclenched his fists.

He swallowed his anger and buried his head in eating.

Night falls.

The light in the cell was dim and weak, and there was a depressing atmosphere in the air.

Li Canhui curled up on his bunk, and the room manager's bunk was right next to him.

The room manager's snoring was like thunder in the distance, interrupting the silence of the night from time to time.

In a drowsy state, Li Canhui felt a pungent smell rushing to his head, and his breathing became increasingly difficult.

In a daze, Li Canhui felt something almost stuffed into his mouth.

He gently opened his eyes, and his blurry vision gradually became clear.

He was horrified to find that the headmaster's feet were almost touching his face!

He barely suppressed the urge to vomit and used all his strength to move the room manager's legs away.

The head of the room just turned over, and his heavy legs unconsciously pressed on Li Canhui again.

Li Canhui hardly slept a wink that night.

He lay there, listening to the thunderous snoring.

He lay there, smelling 82 years of athlete's foot!

Finally, as the night gradually faded.

A day's plan begins in the morning!

Others start their morning with a hearty breakfast.

Li Canhui's morning starts with a hearty meal of punches and kicks.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" Li Canhui roared in pain, completely puzzled, and looked at the head of the room with a puzzled look on his face.

He was like a wounded beast, full of anger and despair.

He was kneeling on the cold ground, his face covered in blood and his eyes blank.

"You... touched someone you shouldn't have touched!" The head of the room leaned over gently, almost face to face, his voice low and cold, like a demon from hell.

Li Canhui's morning starts with a hearty meal of 82-year-old flavor!

He felt a chill running down his spine and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

He knew he was caught in a never-ending cycle.

He repeats the dark life of being oppressed every day.

He faced the bullying of the room head every day, and felt suffocated and in excruciating pain.

He goes to bed every night with athlete's foot that he has suffered from for 82 years.

He breathes the breath of 82 years every morning.

He is accompanied by 82 years of body odor and sweat odor every day.

He is immersed in the air of 82, day after day and night after night!

He is forever bound in the endless 82 years of eternity!