That slap was so powerful that the burning pain burned all the way to the corner of his lips.
Fu Zhihuan laughed in an unclear tone, his voice was a little hoarse. A few stray strands of hair hung down from his forehead, covering his long and narrow eyes.
He lazily raised his hand, pressed the corner of his mouth lightly with his index finger, then raised his eyelids, Wen Ruan's face was clearly reflected in a pair of dark eyes, and whispered: "It's quite cruel?"
Wen Ruan's hazy drowsiness was gone at this moment, she was jolted all over, and instantly woke up: "I-I'm not to blame for running to my side in the middle of the night to move my hands and feet!"
Fu Zhihuan motioned for the quilt on Wen Ruan's body, and slowly straightened up, with a half-smile in his tone: "Revenge for kindness?"
Wen Ruan looked down at the neatly covered quilt, and suddenly understood in her heart.
She has been dishonest since she was a child, has the habit of kicking the quilt, and always likes to turn over.
...It seems that I have really repaid my kindness.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes guiltyly: "I'm sorry, I'm a little sharp when I'm sleeping."
Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, propped herself up and raised her face to look at Fu Zhihuan's cheek, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"
A delicate and beautiful little face suddenly approached, wrapped in the fragrance of shower gel in the hair.
Fu Zhihuan was slightly taken aback, subconsciously stepping back a little.
The light was not turned on in the living room, but it seemed as if the light flickering in Wen Ruan's eyes could still be seen.
Perhaps it was because she had just woken up, Wen Ruan's voice sounded a little coquettish at the moment, and the ending of each word was slightly upturned.
It was like a cat's paw gently scratching the tip of my heart.
Fu Zhihuan turned his head to avoid Wen Ruan's gaze, stood up slowly, and said in a deliberately suppressed indifferent tone: "It's okay."
He remembered that when Wen Ruan grabbed the trafficker at the train station, his movements were crisp and smooth.
In addition, when Fu Zhihuan approached Wen Ruan just now, his movements were deliberately light, but she was still keenly aware of it.
It seems that the young lady's level of vigilance is surprisingly high.
Fu Zhihuan laughed: "You move pretty fast."
Wen Ruan rubbed his head: "Because my dad asked me to learn karate since I was a child."
"karate?"
This was beyond Fu Zhihuan's expectation.
How could a daughter slave like Wen Fengchen think of sending his daughter to learn these things
"This..."
Wen Ruan sat up, wrapped the quilt tightly, drooped her eyelids, and said with a bit of helplessness in her tone, "Maybe it's because something happened to me when I was young, which scared my dad a lot."
"Has something happened?"
"Well, about twenty years ago...?"
Wen Ruan laughed, and his tone sounded quite relaxed, as if he was mentioning something irrelevant to him: "I was kidnapped before, but luckily the police arrived in time, so I only suffered minor injuries. But My dad became very nervous after that, hired a karate teacher for me, and forced me to learn."
Fu Zhihuan paused slightly: "Twenty years ago?"
"That's right." Wen Ruan counted with her fingers while recalling, "I was probably just five years old at that time, right?"
Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, and for some reason, an inexplicable irritability suddenly rose in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pinched his brow bone, and said with a tired tone, "Go to sleep."
After speaking, he turned around and entered the house.
That night.
There is no starlight in the night sky of Tongcheng, only the overwhelming black that seems to pull people into the quagmire, as if to swallow people in one bite.
Fu Zhihuan put his arms on the railing of the balcony, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it between his lips, and lit it.
Wen Ruan said that twenty years ago...
Judging from the time, it happened to be the year when his little sister, Fu Yuqing, passed away.
A bit of scarlet spread across Fu Zhihuan's fingertips, and the white smoke gathered into a wisp, which rose slowly and then gradually dissipated.
He snuffed out the flame, but he didn't suppress the restlessness in his heart.
Is it a coincidence
The next day, when Wen Ruan woke up, Fu Zhihuan had already gone out as expected.
According to the agreement, she had to go to the law firm to see Professor Su today. So Wen Ruan didn't delay, and went out after freshening up.
It was half past nine in the morning when we arrived at the lawyer's destination.
This firm was founded by Professor Su Jingmin.
In Jiangcheng's lawyer circle, Professor Su is considered a big figure with a certain status. He has developed in this industry for more than 30 years, with a solid foundation and rich sources of cases.
When Wen Ruan was studying at Jiangcheng University, Professor Su was invited to give a special education class for a period of time.
It was also from that time that Professor Su appreciated Wen Ruan in every possible way.
Living up to his expectations, after Wen Ruan got his lawyer's certificate, he fought very well in several lawsuits one after another.
Seeing that the network and press sources are gradually stabilizing, a case of juvenile manslaughter suddenly disrupts all rhythms.
After the victim's mother committed suicide by jumping off a building, Wen Ruan's mental state also became worse and worse.
She would often dream of the female student who died in that case, and the mother who committed suicide out of despair standing in front of her, asking hoarsely, "Don't you, shouldn't you speak out on the side of justice?"
Wen Ruan is a child who grew up in a greenhouse.
Wen's father and Wen's mother will always present the best side to her, and with this status, it seems that everyone in the world has good intentions towards Wen Ruan.
So she should take it for granted that justice in the world is so natural.
Even though no one felt that this matter was her fault, Wen Ruan still felt that the moment she stood in court, she deviated from all her original intentions.
Professor Su found her: "Do you think lawyers exist for justice?"
"Is not it?"
"Wen Ruan, you have to know that everyone has a different measure of justice. If you handle every lawsuit according to what you think is justice, then there is no difference between a man and a beast. That's why there is such a thing as law in society. .”
Wen Ruan didn't understand Professor Su's words at that time.
And when Wen Ruan disappeared three years ago because of that case, Professor Su was the most distressed.
So this time, Professor Su was very pleased to know that she intends to come to his firm.
"I'm really glad you can come out from three years ago."
I haven't seen you for a few years. Professor Su is much older than Wen Ruan remembered. Half of his hair is gray, but he still looks very energetic. "I have asked many people what the duties of a lawyer are. They all told me , the responsibility of lawyers is to deliver justice."
He laughed helplessly, and put down the steaming teacup in his hand: "People who stick to this idea are not suitable for this industry."
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, and after a long silence, she said slowly: "At that time, you told me that if you always aspire to be a hero with a sense of justice, you are not suitable for living in the legal profession. I couldn't understand this sentence back then. "
"Then what happened later? Why do you think about it?"
Wen Ruan looked at the cup of tea in front of him, but didn't pick it up. After a long time, he chuckled lightly, "My father bought a company according to normal procedures a year ago."
"Most of the employees in that company are old employees, and they can't adapt to the new technology and new environment in their middle age. , The first thing the senior management did was lay off staff.”
Wen Ruan turned his head and looked out the window.
The law firm is located in a high-rise building. Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the continuous flow of vehicles on the road and the crowded people on the sidewalk.
She pursed her lower lip and said lightly: "Most of the people who have been laid off are supporting their entire families with meager wages. And right now, after they lose their jobs, they have no way to adapt to the new environment and find a new job. For them, layoffs are It is equivalent to cutting off all the means of survival."
Professor Su listened quietly: "And then?"
"Some people repeatedly approached the higher-ups to try to plead for mercy, running around and begging for help. Some people sat at the door of the company with their wives and children, holding signs and crying. Many of them rented cheap apartments in remote places and raised Looking at their elderly parents and children who are still studying. For them, layoffs are like a bolt from the blue. But for the company, it is a helpless way out."
When Wen Ruan said this, she paused slightly, "Then I suddenly discovered that there is nothing absolutely fair in this world. No one can have absolute justice, and everyone lives for themselves. It's just that I pamper myself and never If you don’t understand this, you think everything should be as beautiful as it should be.”
Professor Su was silent for a long time without speaking. After a brief case, he suddenly laughed softly, with some exclamation in his tone: "I didn't expect you, a young lady with a golden spoon in her mouth, to understand this."
Wen Ruan smiled silently, then stood up and bowed to Professor Su in front of him: "I am very grateful for your teaching."
It took her three years to understand what Professor Su said.
I also understand that if I can't get rid of Wen's protection, then all my achievements and glory are illusions based on capital.
Wen Ruan is very grateful to Professor Su for giving him this opportunity.
"but-"
Professor Su suddenly dragged out his tone. He moved his body closer to the sofa, and said in a meaningful tone, "Over the years, there is someone who wants to see you more than me."
Wen Ruan froze for a moment: "Who?"
Professor Su didn't answer, but just raised his head and raised his chin towards the small cubicle in the office.
Still so mysterious
For some reason, Wen Ruan felt that her heart seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and a vague sense of unease surged.
She hesitated for a while, then slowly stood up and walked towards the cubicle.
Wen Ruan stretched out his hand and put it on the doorknob.
"crunch"
The door slowly opens—
There was a boy sitting on the sofa in the cubicle, still wearing a school uniform.
The boy lowered his head, crossed his hands complicatedly, and pinched his fingers constantly, looking quite anxious.
Wen Ruan's hand to push the door stiffened.
The boy also heard the movement and raised his head in response.
He saw Wen Ruan in front of him at a glance, then pulled the corner of his mouth and pulled out a dry smile, his tone sounded a bit bitter: "Sister Wen Ruan."
Wen Ruan recognized this face.
Three years ago, the boy in front of him was standing in the defendant's seat, which suddenly caused a lot of media attention on the topic of school violence.
And I am his defense lawyer.
He was the defendant in that juvenile homicide case, Lu Kechen.
The author has something to say: the second update will be posted later, don't wait, it may turn around.
This chapter draws the first 30 red envelopes.