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“All right, that’s all the time we have for this episode. Next time, we’ll dig even deeper and examine how the notorious thief Wang Xiaoming exploited legal loopholes to secure an acquittal in court. Thank you for tuning in—see you next time!”
Inside the radio studio, a well-dressed woman’s gentle yet steady voice radiated composure and confidence, making her words especially persuasive. As she spoke, she glanced through the glass at the show’s producer, and only after his signal did she remove her headphones.
She stood up, her slim figure accentuated by a perfectly tailored, expensive suit. With graceful movements, she tidied her long, black hair, slightly tousled from the headphones.
Exiting the studio, she was met with a warm smile from the producer, who gave her a thumbs-up and handed her a cup of hot coffee.
“Good show! Lawyer Wang!”
“Producer Ma, don’t say that—this was a team effort!” Wang Rong replied with a smile.
“Oh, don’t be so modest. Since your ‘Deadly Sinner’ show debuted late last year, ratings have climbed steadily. It’s now our station’s flagship evening program! You always pick those explosive cases that grab the public’s attention—your media instincts are unparalleled!”
Producer Ma kept laying on the flattery. The huge popularity of “Deadly Sinner” had attracted advertisers willing to pay premium rates during her segment, so of course he wanted to keep this money magnet happy.
After thanking her colleagues for their hard work, Wang Rong hurried off, with Ma Wen escorting her to the lobby.
Finding themselves alone, Wang Rong dropped her lighthearted manner and spoke earnestly: “Ma Wen, don’t be so formal. If you hadn’t stood up for me back then and given me a chance to host this legal show, I might never have made a comeback!”
“You know what my situation was like. You still dared to give me this opportunity, and I’ve always been grateful.” Wang Rong spoke from the heart; she truly appreciated Ma Wen’s support.
The day after Xing Jun’s fall, the city was in an uproar. Media reports were everywhere, turning Wang Rong’s family upside down. Tabloids ran headlines like “Washed-up Actress Wang Rong Dumps Old, Poor Husband for Married Financial Star” and “Husband Catches Wife Cheating, Lover Falls in Bizarre Accident,” detailing every aspect in full-page spreads.
Though the coroner ruled Xing Jun’s death accidental and held no one responsible, damaging rumors about Wang Rong still spread like wildfire. She was labeled a “husband-killing homewrecker,” and even old gossip—like her rumored unwed pregnancy and allegedly driving away Fang Ming’s previous girlfriend—was dredged up and sensationalized.
During that period, reporters constantly gathered outside Wang Rong’s building and her son’s school. Fang Ming, harassed by paparazzi, got into a physical altercation, which itself became gossip fodder.
It seemed society wanted to destroy Wang Rong. But everyone underestimated her. She was a woman who became stronger with every blow, who never admitted defeat. Numbed to emotion—no shame, no humiliation, not even anger—she was left with nothing but the urge to fight back from rock bottom.
So she sought out Ma Wen, her classmate from primary and secondary school. He’d once confessed his feelings for her in junior high, and though she’d turned him down, they remained friends. She recommended herself to Ma Wen as a radio host for a legal program.
“A popular legal show, blending true crime and legal knowledge—this has never been done in the city’s broadcast history. It’s worth a try. But…” Ma Wen hesitated. “You’re just too controversial right now… Of course I want to help, but I’m not sure the higher-ups will approve.”
“You’re right, I am the city’s most controversial figure. That’s exactly why this is the perfect time! The public doesn’t want virtue—they want something that excites them. Right now, the level of talk about me is higher than at my peak—no, higher than all the top stars in the city combined! Imagine—wouldn’t people rush to hear what I have to say? Wouldn’t they tune in to a show hosted by someone like me?” Wang Rong’s beautiful eyes shone with determination. “Ma Wen, just give me a chance, and I’ll prove myself!”
Moved by her resolve, Ma Wen agreed. “All right, I’ll do my best to persuade the bosses, but I can’t promise…”
“Thank you! As long as you’re willing to try, that’s enough. And I’m sure they’ll agree!” Wang Rong said confidently. “I’ve already thought of a name for the show. Some magazines have called me a ‘deadly sinner’—let’s use that! A ‘sinner’ talking about crime and the law—how explosive is that?”
As it turned out, Wang Rong had made the right bet.
Her show, “Deadly Sinner,” was an unprecedented hit from its very first episode. Public discussion shifted from her affair with Xing Jun and the circumstances of his fall to amazement at her courage and resilience.
The cases she covered were all major, sensational ones. She unraveled their twists and turns, demystified complex legal principles, and the public was forced to see her in a new light: quick-witted, clear-thinking, and eloquent.
The media stopped calling her a “homewrecker” and began describing her as a “remarkable woman.”
Ma Wen watched Wang Rong transform from a pariah to a legal world celebrity and star host, and could only admire her.
“We’ve been friends for years. You’re the smartest and bravest person I know. I just did my part, but turning things around like this—that was all you,” Ma Wen said with feeling.
“…It’s not magic, it’s a miracle,” Wang Rong replied. Since marrying Fang Ming, she’d attributed every bit of good fortune to the Virgin Mary’s blessing.
When she left the station, her young assistant Judy was already waiting with the car. Wang Rong enjoyed the dinner and late-night snack Judy had bought while listening to her report and the schedule ahead.
“Sis Rong, tomorrow afternoon I’ll drive you to the prison to visit Wang Xiaoming and dig up more details. Next Monday morning, we have a meeting with Chaoyang Publishing to discuss the second book’s release and publicity.” Judy reported efficiently as she drove.
Wang Rong ate and replied, then suddenly said, “No, reschedule Monday. I’ve arranged to meet Xiao Zhang at the Legal Center to discuss his case and prepare for court.”
Judy frowned slightly. “Sis Rong, let Xiao Zhang reschedule—the book deal is more important. You’re already representing him for free; he should accommodate you.”
“No, Xiao Zhang has been unemployed for so long because of this case! He finally found a job and got his boss’s approval to take that day off. How can I ask him to change it?” Wang Rong protested.
“We can reschedule with Chaoyang. They can wait—several publishers have approached me recently about collaborating, and Chaoyang knows my book makes them money.” Wang Rong said confidently.
Since “Deadly Sinner” became a hit, Chaoyang Publishing contacted Wang Rong to turn her radio cases into a book. The first volume became an instant bestseller and won the award for “Most Popular Youth Book.”
At the height of her media success, Wang Rong also gave back by establishing a legal service center in a poor neighborhood, offering affordable or even free legal help to grassroots citizens.
She was often interviewed in her legal center, saying, “The law should be just, not tilted by poverty. Equality before the law is not just a slogan, but my action and promise.” To the public, Wang Rong was now a living Bodhisattva, and the media dubbed her a “fresh spring of the judiciary,” a “living goddess of law.”
“Fine, I’ll reschedule with Chaoyang in the morning,” Judy replied with a wry smile. She knew that when Wang Rong helped someone, she did so without reservation.
Back home, her husband Fang Ming and son Fang Zheng were already asleep. She didn’t even peek in on Fang Zheng, but quickly showered and went to bed. Since moving into media, Wang Rong was busier than ever. Even though she returned home every night, she and Fang Ming might not see or speak to each other more than once or twice a week. She had grown used to this arrangement.
In bed, Fang Ming felt his wife lie down beside him and opened his eyes—he hadn’t been sleeping.
When he heard her steady breathing and was sure she was asleep, he quietly got up, took two beers from the kitchen, and sat on the sofa, drinking and staring blankly.
Earlier that day, Fang Ming had been summoned to school because Fang Zheng had gotten into a fight. Fang Zheng was twelve; kids today mature quickly, and he could understand the gossip about his mother. It pained Fang Ming, but it was even harder for his son.
That day, some troublemakers in class made jokes about Wang Rong’s scandal. Fang Zheng couldn’t take it and lashed out, getting into a brawl.
Fang Ming had no intention of telling Wang Rong. She was too busy with her career to care about their son’s discipline or studies.
But he decided to suggest soon that they send Fang Zheng abroad for school. Only then could the boy escape public scrutiny and grow up in a healthier environment.
He knew Wang Rong would agree—she’d realize it was the best arrangement if she only thought about it. These days, her only bond with their son seemed to be financial.
The idea that his son had to leave them to grow up healthy struck Fang Ming as both cruel and laughable. He felt he had failed Fang Zheng.
But there was another person he had failed even more: his ex-girlfriend, Xia Yu.
Xia Yu had been with him since his youth, from his days as a penniless delinquent to his rise as a feared gangster, and then as a successful businessman. She was always by his side.
Xia Yu was delicate and classically beautiful, with a unique grace that belied her humble background. But what Fang Ming loved most was her gentle nature.
She was always tender, never lost her temper, was utterly devoted to him, and cared for him meticulously—a great comfort to Fang Ming, who had lost his mother early.
She gave him complete freedom, never interfered or pressured him to marry. As a young man with nothing, Fang Ming couldn’t provide for a family, and even after making it in the underworld, his life was dangerous. He never intended to settle down.
It wasn’t until he found legitimate success that he and Xia Yu agreed: if she ever became pregnant, they would marry.
But Xia Yu never conceived. Doctors said she had difficulty getting pregnant—something that weighed on Fang Ming, who longed for a child.
Lost in memory, Fang Ming took a big gulp of beer and admitted to himself: If he was to marry, he wanted a wife who could give him children, and Xia Yu couldn’t. That was the real reason he never married her.
“Yu… I’m sorry… I can’t be with you anymore.” In a seafront mansion in the suburbs, Fang Ming broke the news to Xia Yu.
“…Is it because of her? Wang Rong?” Xia Yu looked heartbroken but spoke calmly.
“I have no choice… She’s pregnant with my child! I can’t just walk away!” Fang Ming was agitated, but his guilt was obvious to Xia Yu.
Fang Ming was not usually weak-willed, but Wang Rong broke his defenses. Perhaps it wasn’t just her beauty, but her completely different personality—Xia Yu was like fragrant jasmine tea, while Wang Rong was strong liquor, bringing excitement to Fang Ming’s middle age.
“I see. So that’s how it is,” Xia Yu said. Fang Ming looked up to see a flash of realization on her face—a look he never understood at the time.
Xia Yu quickly turned away, her tone even gentler. “Yes, you should take responsibility. I’ll leave. Don’t worry, I’ll never bother you again.”
Over a decade of love ended just like that. Fang Ming gave Xia Yu a large sum as compensation. She sold off the properties he’d given her and emigrated to the United States. That was the last he ever heard from her.
He had hesitated to marry her because she couldn’t have children. He knew Xia Yu realized this and must have been deeply hurt, yet she never uttered a word of complaint and always loved him with all her heart.
Fang Ming could not hold back his tears, covering his face in grief.
I… am truly a selfish, contemptible man!!!
Fang Ming cried out in his heart.
But Yu, you must know, my retribution has come—my career is gone, my wife has cheated. I am a joke to everyone! To her, I’m just a pitiful, despised old man!
I can’t even remember… how long it’s been since she last spoke to me…
He thought, if his own suffering could bring Xia Yu any comfort now, then at least it had some value.
That night, he wept quietly, not knowing if it was for Xia Yu, for Wang Rong, or for himself.
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End of Chapter Four
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