Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Chapter 17

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"Fu Jian, you're 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 negotiate with you."

Fu Zhihuan reached out to take the assistant's file, opened it casually, glanced at it, then closed the file, and handed it back, "You don't need to read any more, this case has been determined to be prosecuted."

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

"It's not necessary."

"They said the victim's family had forgiven him."

"Let's save this sentence and say it to the judge after the court session."

Fu Zhihuan paused his steps, raised his eyes, and his tone didn't sound too fluctuating, but there was no doubt about it: "Intentional murder, there is established evidence, the prisoner is not in special circumstances, and he did not voluntarily surrender after the murder. What do you think of this matter?" Is there any room for discussion?"

"Prosecutor Fu."

But at this moment, suddenly there was a female voice with a strong accent.

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

Fu Zhihuan paused, looked up at the person in front of him, and didn't speak.

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly, then approached with her high heels, reached out and took out a black card from her bag, and stuffed it into Fu Zhihuan's pocket: "Look, it's just a matter of your words anyway, everyone No loss."

"Snapped"

Fu Zhihuan held the woman's hand, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a deep chill in the dark eyes.

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

After a long time, he let out a low laugh, and said every word very lightly, but it made people feel like he was on his back: "Madam, it seems that you didn't do your homework well before you came?"

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

Fu Zhihuan let go, then bent down to pick up the black card that fell on the ground, and slowly handed it back to the woman: "Instead of worrying about me, why don't you save the money and hire a defense lawyer."

After finishing speaking, he walked straight into the office without taking another look.

Only then did the woman come to her senses, she gritted her teeth, her whole face flushed red: "Mr. Fu, don't blame me for not reminding you! Do you know who I am?"

"Feel sorry."

Fu Zhihuan paused, raised his eyelids, and said softly: "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 wasn't until she left the vice president's office that Wen Ruan remembered who this person was.

Although Wen Ruan was well-known in the lawyer circle for being proficient in criminal cases, when he first became a full-time lawyer from a trainee lawyer, the sources of cases he could get in this area were really limited.

Because many people are worried about entrusting criminal defense to such a fledgling girl.

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

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

Wen Ruan won that case.

Later, someone told Wen Ruan that this lawyer named He Ziqin had been around for the past few years and specialized in commercial cases.

Perhaps because of the wide network of contacts in the family, there is no shortage of cases and sought after after becoming a full-time trainee. Recently, she has been called "the most outstanding young female lawyer".

However, the second time I saw He Ziqin was in the courtroom of the "Lu Kechen manslaughter case" three years ago.

But... why would a lawyer who specializes in commercial cases suddenly go to take a criminal case that must be lost

"Hi, ma'am, what do you want to ask?"

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

Wen Ruan subconsciously glanced in the direction of the voice, and walked a little slower.

The middle-aged woman sitting in the rest area seemed frightened by the question.

Her expression looked flustered, she sat up straight awkwardly, put her hands together on her thighs, and stammered, "I, I'll wait for a while."

"Okay, then you can call me anytime if you need anything."

The lady at the front desk nodded, and after politely saying this, she turned around and walked towards the colleague who was not far away. By the way, she shrugged her shoulders and made a helpless expression—

"What's the matter with that woman over there? It's been half an hour just sitting and drinking water in the lounge area of the lobby."

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

"Forget it, forget about her."

The woman lowered her head, her back was straight, and she didn't even lean on the seat. Although he was motionless, his calf was trembling slightly, as if he was quite nervous.

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

"Wait a moment, lady—"

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

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 and imperceptible voice, then turned around and left.

"What are you doing here?"

Qin Sushan held a water glass, stood not far away and shouted. Seeing that the rest area was empty, she casually said, "Hey, that woman left just now?"

Wen Ruan turned around: "Do you know her?"

Qin Sushan shook her head, then took a sip of tea with her head down, and walked slowly towards her work area, "I saw her sitting there when I delivered the documents just now, she looked preoccupied, and didn't ask questions. explain."

As she said that, she raised her thumb and nodded her colleague, "We were betting just now on what kind of things this aunt will ask."

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

"how do you know?"

Wen Ruan recalled for a moment, and then said slowly, "Isn't there a handbag in her hand? I just took a closer look, and it contained some vegetables and meat. There is a LOGE from the supermarket on the handbag, which is near us. It seems that there is no such supermarket, so she must have found it here from a relatively far away place."

"She has a bandage on her left middle finger. She doesn't look very old, but her hands look extremely rough. It should be because of washing and cooking all year round, and the skin on her hands is irritated by laundry detergent and detergent. And today It’s a weekday, but she still comes here 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 find a lawyer because they filed for divorce, and most of them are hesitant."

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

Wen Ruan laughed and stretched her waist, "When she saw me, her expression changed slightly. So it's probably because she watched yesterday's program and knew that our office is using this matter to promote it. So I found it on a whim.”

Qin Sushan laughed: "I didn't expect to see you for three years, and you still haven't forgotten your old job?"

Wen Ruan is proficient in the field of criminal defense. In many cases he has been in contact with, he can accurately predict which direction the other party will accuse. Therefore, his observation ability is higher than that of ordinary people.

"But you didn't need to worry about it just now. Now a lot of people go to lawyers to consult and say they want a divorce. In the end, they either regret it or can't get in touch with them. Most of their efforts are in vain."

Qin Sushan sighed, and rubbed her teacup, "While in charge of the divorce case, they all complained, saying that they couldn't wait for a commission for a month, and felt like changing careers."

This is the case with the profession of lawyers. Outsiders look good, but in fact, like every field, there are three, six, nine, etc. layers.

Most people may not be able to wait for a case in a few months, and with a meager monthly salary, they have to socialize and find connections to broaden their contacts.

When Wen Ruan came back this time, he probably had some non-complaint work on hand.

At the end of the day, I almost always sit in the office to answer phone calls or answer inquiries or write paperwork contracts.

It wasn't until it was almost time to get off work that I remembered the thing I promised Fu Zhihuan in the morning.

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

Simon

Name: Jiang Zishen

Class 3 (4) of Jiangcheng Primary School: Located on the third floor of the teaching building

Class teacher: Teacher Qin

Remarks: Jiang Zichen is introverted, his mother passed away due to dystocia, and his father was seriously injured and hospitalized, so he is still in danger, so try not to mention his parents in front of him.

Then at the end of the message, a photo is attached.

"Jiang Zichen, is there no parent coming to your parent meeting this time?"

In the long aisle of the teaching building, some children lie on the window and watch their parents take their seats in the classroom, some stand at the door of the stairs and wait anxiously for their parents, and some chat together in groups of three .

Jiang Zishen didn't answer the questions of the peers next to him, but sat quietly in the corridor next to the wall, and spread his homework on the ground.

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

A child approached him, giggling and booing.

These words seemed to touch Jiang Zichen's back in an instant. He put down the pen in his hand, picked up the schoolbag next to him, and threw it in the direction of those who were booing.

A group of people dispersed quickly, the schoolbag was thrown away, and the books inside were scattered on the ground.

The child yelled, "Jiang Zichen lost his temper and hit someone!"

Jiang Zichen pursed his lips tightly, knelt down, endured his emotions, and then went to pick up the textbooks on the floor without saying a word.

And at this moment, the always white and slender hand came into his sight, then gently held a book in front of him, and helped him pick it up.

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

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

Perfect smile.

Full marks for tone.

Scenario full marks.

Wen Ruan was very satisfied with his appearance.

Be there when your child needs her most.

Gentle, considerate, with a sweet smile, the type that children like at first glance.

She even specially changed to a warm orange lipstick, in order to make herself look more cordial and sweet.

However-

"Are you Aunt Wen?"

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

Aunt

Call me auntie

Wen Ruan's smiling face froze, and the corners of her lips moved. After a while, she took a deep breath, showed a very standard smile, gritted her teeth and said word by word: "Call me Sister Wen, thank you."

The group of children who had dispersed just now saw Wen Ruan, and approached again with curiosity on their faces, and asked, "Auntie, are you Jiang Zichen's mother?"

...

What's the meaning

Wen Ruan took a deep breath, and repeatedly reminded herself in her heart, "Tongyan Wuji, don't argue with a group of children", then stood up and laughed: "Hey, you kids really know how to joke, I'm..."

"I'm not joking, auntie! I'm asking a question!" The child interrupted Wen Ruan, and explained it in a fair manner.

Shout again

"..."

Wen Ruan wanted to kill someone.

If I knew I had to face these things, I should have rejected Fu Zhihuan ruthlessly this morning.

Wen Ruan suppressed her temper again and again, repeating in her heart—

"Children need to be influenced by love"

"Don't be angry with children"

"Children don't need to be beaten"

Finally, the anger subsided faintly.

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

Jiang Zishen rested his head, his bangs covered his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if holding back something.

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

Wen Ruan's heart suddenly softened.

A child who lost his mother must be very sad to hear such words.

So Wen Ruan stretched out his hand, patted Jiang Zichen'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's maternal instincts suddenly overflowed, and she was even ready to welcome Jiang Zishen into her arms and cry loudly.

But who knows—

"Actually, I'm not very sad. The main reason is that you stepped on my shoes, and I feel a little pain."

"…sorry."

When I walked into the classroom, the parents' meeting hadn't started yet, but the parents had almost arrived.

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

Wen Ruan seemed to be a bit out of tune with everyone else.

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

"It's Jiang Zichen's parent."

"Why so young? It looks like he should be in his twenties?"

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

"Wen Ruan?"

Wen Ruan froze for a moment, then raised her head.

Standing in the direction of the voice was a man wearing a clean white shirt and holding a stack of textbooks in his hands.

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

The surrounding parents immediately got up and greeted eagerly: "Hello, Teacher Qin."

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

Wen Ruan froze for a moment.

Qin Ziran looked at Wen Ruan, like a spring breeze full of tenderness, as if there was a warm smile in his eyes.

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

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

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

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