My CEO Husband Has Some Issues-Chapter 1168 - 1169: Rong Weiwei Finally Receives Her Deserved Punishment

Rong Yan had a good night’s dream, and when breakfast came with the sunrise, she woke up on time, reflexively rising from her bed. Only after sitting up did she remember there was no need to go to court that morning.

But since she was awake, Rong Yan yawned and still got up to wash and change out of her pajamas.

She had video-chatted with someone until almost midnight the previous night and then played with her phone for a while longer. She didn’t fall asleep until past one, and now she was up again at eight, her eyelids constantly fighting a battle to stay open.

She neatly folded her quilt and took out her laptop, which had been left on all night, to search for news about that day’s trial.

As expected, a barrage of results popped up.

She randomly selected a livestream and clicked into it.

The trial was scheduled to start at eight-thirty, and she had logged on at eight-fifteen, just fifteen minutes before.

By the courthouse door, hundreds of onlookers had already gathered early, including many media journalists who had rushed over first thing in the morning.

The reporter she was watching on the livestream had gotten official permission, showed his permit, and then entered the courtroom.

There wasn’t an empty seat in the house. Apart from the media journalists, Rong Yan immediately spotted the haggard-looking Jiang Meiqi. Jiang Meiqi was dressed in a lake-green cheongsam that day, with a luxurious frog button design, obviously costly. Her neck and hands were laden with jade jewelry, clearly trying to use these symbols of luxury to make herself appear less destitute and disheveled.

However, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and brows betrayed her condition. Her pale, bloodless face was so gaunt the bones protruded, devoid of expensive skincare products and a lavish lifestyle, revealing the natural appearance of a woman her age. The expensive cheongsam, far from lending her the presence she desired, made her look more like a middle-aged woman sneaking into her daughter’s wardrobe, garish and awkward.

Besides Jiang Meiqi, Rong Yan also saw Old Madame Jiang sitting beside her.

It had been so long since she had seen her, the white-haired old lady appeared much more spirited than Jiang Meiqi. Both were decked in gold and silver, yet while Jiang Meiqi gave off a sense of discord, Old Madam radiated vitality, with her sharp, equine face drawn long, always ready to start an argument.

As time ticked by, with five minutes left before the trial started, a disturbance arose at the door.

A haggard woman in prison attire was escorted into the courtroom by two police officers.

The courtroom journalists went wild, their camera flashes blinding as they furiously snapped photos of the new arrival.

Some reporters, seizing the last moments before the trial began, questioned the newcomer—

"Rong Weiwei, are you ready to face the trial? Some are saying outside you might get ten years. Can you accept that outcome?"

"Your lawyer intends to plead not guilty on your behalf. What is your opinion on that?"

"Please, answer us."

Jiang Meiqi, who had been waiting anxiously for people to arrive, suddenly stood up from the family seats upon seeing Rong Weiwei enter. Her heart ached at the sight of the thin figure, and she shouted loudly, "Weiwei!"

She lashed out at the questioning journalists, "What are you doing? The trial hasn’t even started! Are you people Rong Yan sent to provoke Wei? Judge, I request that they be thrown out!"

Her face twisted with emotion; she was so agitated that several journalists, stunned by her outburst, actually found themselves at a loss for words.

The judge, surrounded by other staff members, entered the courtroom and took the most prominent seat, disturbed by the noise and commotion. He struck down his gavel.