Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    "Fu Jian, you are here."

    The assistant quickly followed Fu Zhihuan, stretched out his hand and took out a document, "Look at this case, the relatives of the suspect want to consult with you."

    Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand to take the assistant's document, opened it and glanced at it, then closed the document and handed it back, "Don't look any further, this case has been determined to be prosecuted."

    "I know, but the relatives of the suspect want to be with you..."

    "There is no need for that."

    "They say the victim's family has forgiven."

    "Let's save this sentence to the judge after the trial."

      Take the initiative to surrender. Do you think there is room for discussion on this matter?"

    "Prosecutor Fu."

    At this moment, a female voice with a daoist accent suddenly came.

    A middle-aged woman who was wearing a famous brand, with a hint of luxury, leaned against the door of Fu Zhihuan's office, and her tone sounded a little flattering: "Prosecutor Fu, look at this matter , even the victim's family has said it, so what else do you care about?"

    Fu Zhihuan took a step, looked up at the man in front of him, and did not speak.

    The middle-aged woman laughed lightly, then stepped closer to her high heels, stretched out her hand and took out a black card from her bag, and then shoved it into Fu Zhihuan's pocket: "Look, it is No one has lost any of your words."

    pop

    Fu Zhihuan held the woman's hand.

    The half-handed card fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

    After a long time, he let out a low laugh, putting every word lightly, but it made people feel as if they were on the back: "Madam, it seems that you didn't do your homework well before you came here. ?"

    The woman was stunned for a moment, and under this inexplicable sense of oppression, she became hoarse.

    Fu Zhihuan let go of his hand, then leaned down and picked up the black card that fell on the ground, and slowly handed it back to the woman: "Instead of bothering me, it's better to keep this money to invite A defense attorney."

    After he finished speaking, he didn't give another look, and walked straight into the office.

    The woman then recovered, she gritted her teeth, and her face flushed: "Mr. Fu, don't blame me for not reminding you! Do you know who I am?"

    "Sorry."

    Fu Zhihuan paused, raised his eyes, and said in a low voice, "The information that does not affect the judgment of the case is never in my consideration."

    He Ziqin…?

    Wen Ruan pondered for a while, and it was not until she left the vice president's office that Wen Ruan remembered who this person was.

    Although Wen Ruan is well-known in the legal circle for being proficient in criminal cases, but when she just turned from a trainee lawyer to a full-time lawyer, the source of cases she can get in this regard is really limited.

    Because many people are uneasy about putting criminal defense in the hands of such a fledgling girl.

    So at that time, most of the time, she would handle some commercial cases with Professor Su, and gradually accumulated more contacts. Therefore, it is involved in both commercial and criminal aspects.

    A few years ago, when Wen Ruan was the defense lawyer of the defendant in an economic contract dispute, He Ziqin was the attorney of the plaintiff.

    Wen Ruan won that case.

    Later, someone also told Wen Ruan that the lawyer named He Ziqin had been a big lawyer in recent years, specializing in commercial cases.

    Maybe because of the wide network of people in the family, there is no shortage of case sources and pursuits after turning into a full-time student. Recently, she has been called "the most outstanding young female lawyer".

    However, the second time I saw He Ziqin was in the court of the "Lu Kechen Manslaughter Case" three years ago.

    But...why would a lawyer specializing in commercial cases suddenly go to take on a criminal case that must be lost?

    "Hello ma'am, what would you like to ask?"

    As soon as I walked through the aisle to go to the office, I heard the sweet and gentle voice of the lady at the front desk.

    Wen Ruan subconsciously glanced in the direction of the voice, walking slowly.

    The middle-aged woman sitting in the lounge area looked frightened by the questioning.

    The expression looked a little flustered, she sat up awkwardly, put her hands together on her thighs, and hesitantly said: "I, I will wait for a while."

    "Okay, then you can call me anytime you want."

    "What's the matter with that woman over there? I've been sitting in the lounge area in the lobby drinking water for half an hour."

    "I don't know. I just asked her what type of thing she wanted to consult and didn't answer."

    "Forget it, leave her alone."

    The woman lowered her head, her back was straight, and even the seat was not supported. Although he didn't move, his calf was shaking slightly, as if he was quite nervous.

    After a long time, she took a deep breath, reached for the handbag of the chair tray, then turned and pushed open the door of the law firm.

    "Wait a minute, this lady-"

    Wen Ruan watched quietly for a while, but when she saw the woman was about to leave, she suddenly opened her mouth, she took a step and walked quickly to the woman, then smiled and handed out a card, " This is my business card, you can contact us if you want to."

    When the woman saw Wen Ruan, her pupils shrank, but she just pursed her lower lip, reached out to take it, said "thank you" in a subtle, imperceptible voice, then turned around and left.

    "What are you doing here?"

    Qin Sushan held a water glass and shouted from a short distance away. Seeing that the rest area was empty, she said casually, "Hey, that woman just left?"

    Wen Ruan turned around: "You know her?"

    Qin Sushan shook her head, then lowered her head to drink a sip of tea, and walked slowly towards her work area, "I saw her sitting there when I was delivering the documents just now, she was very worried With a heavy look, he doesn't say anything when asked."

    Speaking, she raised her thumb and nodded at her colleague, "We were just making a bet, just bet what type of thing this aunt is going to ask."

    "It should be to file a divorce petition." Wen Ruan said.

    "How do you know?"

    Wen Ruan recalled, and then said slowly, "Doesn't she have a tote bag? I just took a few more glances, and it contained some vegetables and meat. There is LOGE in the supermarket, and it seems that there is no such supermarket near us, so she must have found it here from a distant place."

      It's so exciting. And it's a weekday, and she still comes here when she goes out to buy groceries, so she's probably a full-time housewife."

    Qin Sushan rubbed her chin and thought for a while, "That's right, most people of this type come to a lawyer because they want to file for divorce, and most of them are hesitant."

    "The main thing is that she seems to have a good impression of me."

    Wen Ruan laughed and stretched, "When she saw me, her expression changed slightly. So most likely she watched yesterday's show and learned about our firm. I was using this to promote it, so I found it on a whim."

    Qin Sushan laughed: "I didn't expect to see you in three years, you haven't forgotten your old business?"

    Wen Ruan is proficient in the field of criminal defense. In many cases she has been in contact with, she can accurately predict which direction the other party will accuse, so her observational power is originally higher than the average person.

    "But you didn't really need to worry about it just now. Now I've been consulting with lawyers a lot and saying that I want a divorce. In the end, I either regretted it or couldn't contact anyone. Most of my efforts were wasted."

    Qin Sushan sighed and rubbed her teacup, "I'm in charge of the divorce case and I'm complaining at the same time, saying that I can't wait for a commission for a month, I feel like I want to change careers."

    Most people may not be able to wait for a case for a few months. With a meager monthly salary, they have to socialize around to find relationships to broaden their contacts.

    Wen Ruan came back this time, and most of the non-litigation work at hand.

    At the end of the day, almost all of them are sitting in the office answering the phone and answering inquiries or writing paper contracts.

    When it was about time to get off work, I remembered the thing I promised Fu Zhihuan in the morning.

    She clicked on WeChat and glanced at the news from Fu Zhihuan:

    Simon

    Name: Jiang Zishen

    Jiangcheng Primary School Grade 3 (4): located on the third floor of the teaching building

    Class teacher: Mr. Qin

    Remarks: Jiang Zishen is introverted, his mother passed away due to dystocia, and his father was seriously injured in hospital and has not been out of danger, so try not to mention his parents in front of him.

    And at the end of the message, a photo.

    "Jiang Zishen, did you not have any parents at the parent meeting this time?"

    In the long aisle of the teaching building, some children are lying on the windows and watching their parents take their seats in the classroom, some are standing at the stairs door anxiously waiting for their parents, and some three Chat together in groups.

    Jiang Zishen ignored the questions of his peers next to him, and just sat quietly in the corridor against the wall, spreading his workbook on the ground.

    "Jiang Zishen, do your parents dislike you? I've never seen anyone pick you up after school!"

    A child approached him, giggling and coaxing.

    The group quickly dispersed, the schoolbag was emptied, and the books inside were scattered on the ground.

    The child shouted: "Jiang Zichen lost his temper and beat people!"

    Jiang Zishen pursed his lips tightly, he squatted down, endured his emotions, and let the latter go to pick up the textbooks on the ground without saying a word.

    At this moment, the white and slender hand reached into his line of sight, then lightly held a book in front of him and helped him pick it up.

    Jiang Zi was stunned, raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

    Wen Ruan laughed, handed the book to Jiang Zishen, then reached out and rubbed his head, saying, "Sorry, I'm late. My name is Wen Ruan, I'm here Hold a parent-teacher meeting for you."

    Smile full marks.

    Full marks for tone.

    Scenario Full Score.

    Wen Ruan is very satisfied with his appearance.

    Be there when your child needs her most.

    Gentle, considerate, sweet smile, looks like the type that children like.

    She even put on a warm orange lipstick to make herself look more friendly and sweet.

    However—

    "Are you Aunt Wen?"

    Jiang Zishen thought for a while: "Uncle Fu Zhihuan mentioned you to me on the phone this morning."

    Auntie?

    Call me auntie?

    Wen Ruan's smiling face froze, the corners of her lips moved, she took a deep breath after a moment, showed a very standard smile, gritted her teeth and said, "Call me sister Wen, thanks."

    The group of children who scattered just now saw Wen Ruan, then approached again curiously, and asked, "Auntie, are you Jiang Zishen's mother?"

    …?

    What does it mean?

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, reminded herself repeatedly in her heart, "Tong Yan, don't care about a group of children", then stood up and laughed: "Hey, you children really Just kidding, I'm..."

    "I'm not kidding, Auntie! I'm asking a question!" The child interrupted Wen Ruan's words and explained it righteously.

    Shout again?

    “…”

    Wen Ruan wanted to kill.

    If I had known to face this, I should have rejected Fu Zhihuan ruthlessly this morning.

    Wen Ruan suppressed her temper and repeated in her heart—

    "Children need to be influenced by love"

    "Don't be angry with children"

    "Children are not beaten"

    Finally, the anger faintly subsided.

    She took a deep breath, turned her head and glanced at Jiang Zishen beside her.

    Although he didn't speak, he could clearly feel the loss and sadness all over his body.

    Wen Ruan's heart suddenly softened.

    It must be very sad to hear such a child who has lost his mother.

    So Wen Ruan stretched out his hand, patted Jiang Zishen's back lightly, and coaxed softly:

    "Don't be sad, don't take their words to heart."

    Hearing this, Jiang Zichen finally moved, and then slowly raised his head, his eyes were wet.

    Wen Ruan suddenly became overwhelmed with motherhood, and was even ready for Jiang Zishen to plunge into his arms and cry.

    But who knows—

    "Actually, I'm not very sad, mainly because you stepped on my shoes, I feel a little pain."

    “…Sorry.”

    When I walked into the classroom, the parent meeting had not yet started, but the parents were almost there.

    There are many parents who are familiar with each other and are chatting together at the moment, but most of them are politely complimenting each other's children.

    Wen Ruan and everyone seemed a little out of tune.

    "Who is that person? Why haven't I seen him before?"

    "It's Jiang Zishen's parent."

    "Why so young? Looks like I should be in my twenties?"

     And at this moment, a male voice suddenly sounded, with some temptation in his tone—

    "Wen Ruan?"

    Wen Ruan was stunned and raised her head.

    In the direction of the voice stood a man, wearing a clean white shirt, holding a stack of textbooks.

    The facial features are handsome, with just the right demeanor and gentleness between the eyebrows.

    The surrounding parents stood up and greeted eagerly, "Hello, Teacher Qin."

    Qin Ziran laughed, nodded towards the parents, then walked to Wen Ruan and stopped: "Long time no see, elementary school girl, you don't remember me?"

    Wen Ruan was stunned.

    However, when this tender spring breeze reached Wen Ruan, it was like hitting an opaque barrier—

    Wen Ruan touched his head: "To be honest, I really don't remember."

    The author has something to say: 50 red envelopes are drawn as usual.

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