What Comes Around Goes Around

Chapter 32

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That night, Cheng Yao brought Megatron back home in fear, while Qian Heng staggered to the toilet with a suffocated expression on his face.

He then spent almost half the night in the toilet without saying a word. During that half of the night, Cheng Yao never turned off the faucet when she heard the bathroom, the sound of splashing seemed to be tears that could not be shed in Qian Heng's heart...

He just rushed his hands all night.

The next day, Cheng Yao got up early on purpose, and kindly gave Qian Heng her L'Occitane hand cream as a tribute, and secretly put it in his file bag. She always felt that Qian Heng needed it more than herself...

Not only his hands that have been washed in the middle of the night need to be cared for and moisturized, this verbena-flavored hand cream hopes to wipe away Qian Heng's shadow that his hands have been indirectly polluted by feces, so that his hands at least become smelly. Sounds good shit...

Because of what Megatron did, Cheng Yao wisely didn't let him come out and dance in the living room in the morning. She prepared a sumptuous breakfast for Qian Heng, hoping that Qian Heng could forget about what happened last night.

Breakfast was obviously to Qian Heng's appetite. Although he had a sullen face, he ate it without any leftovers.

Wiping his mouth, he finally glanced at Cheng Yao: "Where's the suit I wore last night?"

"Throw it away!" Cheng Yao laughed, his face was covered with doglegs, "The boss told me to throw it away, I will definitely throw it away, how can such a polluted thing appear in the boss's eyes?" pollute your sight?! This is absolutely not allowed!"

"Then you pick it up."

Cheng Yao:? ?

Qian Heng wiped his hands gracefully: "I feel now that what you said also makes sense."

"what?"

"The social economy is currently in a downturn, and supplies are quite scarce. As a high-income group standing at the top 5% of the pyramid, I should lead by example and not waste money."

Cheng Yao's face was full of question marks: "So?"

"So, dry-clean my clothes and salvage them. I think they can still be used. After all, if you touch something dirty, it doesn't mean it becomes something dirty." Qian Heng coughed, and then continued naturally, "It's like some sexual assault victims who have been assaulted, but it's not their fault, and they don't become unclean because of being assaulted, are you right?"

What is this all about? Isn't it just washing clothes, can it still involve sexual assault

"According to this logic, although my hands have touched something that shouldn't be touched, they are not dirty, and I can continue to use them after washing them."

What Qian Heng said was not so much for Cheng Yao, but for himself.

From his expression and tone, he can clearly feel the struggle and pain in his heart. It seems that last night he really thought about the issue of whether he can still use his hands, but since he convinced himself...

Cheng Yao couldn't help teasing: "Then boss, why did you use your left hand for breakfast just now? I don't think you are left-handed. When you used your left hand to hold the eggs, I saw that your hands were trembling and the eggs fell. How many times..."

Qian Heng gave Cheng Yao a cold look: "At first I couldn't think of what to eat tonight, but now I've figured it out."

"What to eat?"

“I think the dog meat hot pot is pretty good.”

"..."

Cheng Yao thought, that's fine, that's fine, I shut up: "I am indeed responsible for this matter." She blinked and said sincerely, "So to express my apologies, boss, let me treat you to dinner tonight, just right Just got paid!"

As a result, Qian Heng didn't show any sympathy for Cheng Yao's intentions. He attacked, "Is your salary really enough for me?"

Cheng Yao rubbed her hands together and looked at Qian Heng expectantly: "Maybe it's not enough, I'm just a poor newcomer in law..."

"Then do you want me to give you more bonuses?"

Waiting for this is the sentence! Cheng Yao nodded vigorously.

Before she could say "Okay", she was dealt a devastating blow by Qian Heng.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "It's a beautiful thought."

"..."

"Look at the balance of your bank card more, and you will be able to wake up."

No matter how much Qian Heng despises her salary, Cheng Yao gritted her teeth and ordered a high-end Michelin restaurant with the attitude of repaying her gratitude. I really have been looking for an opportunity to thank Qian Heng.

Although Qian Heng looked down on Cheng Yao's dinner party in his tone, he also acquiesced in Cheng Yao's dinner tonight.

Because of getting up early, Cheng Yao also got the honor of going to Junheng with Qian Heng's Bentley today, but Qian Heng pulled over and stopped the car when he was still some distance away from Junheng.

"Go down."

"Huh? It's not here yet..."

Qian Heng's tone was full of reason: "Do you still want me to take you to the underground garage?"

"Could it be that boss, are you going somewhere else? Not directly to the office?"

"Of course I'm going to the institute, but it's not appropriate for you to go in my car." Qian Heng said seriously, "If your colleagues in the institute see you get out of my car, there will be some scandalous rumors , would ruin my reputation and taste."

"..."

Qian Heng raised his chin and pointed to the car door: "So go down. Be conscious."

"..."

In the end, Cheng Yao had no choice but to get out of the car and watched Qian Heng's Bentley buttocks fly away in front of her eyes, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes.

"Cheng Yao!"

While Cheng Yao was still slandering Qian Heng in her heart, Bao Rui's voice came from behind her. When Cheng Yao turned her head, she saw Bao Rui walking towards her with a limp and a broken body.

Cheng Yao's heart skipped a beat, but don't let Bao Rui see her coming by Qian Heng's car. In case of a misunderstanding, why isn't Qian Heng going to kill himself

In the end, good things didn't work out, Bao Rui patted Cheng Yao's shoulder: "How did I see you get off Qian Par's car just now?"

Cheng Yao immediately prepared to explain and clarify: "I have nothing to do with Qian par..."

"You are so miserable!" As soon as Cheng Yao spoke, Bao Rui sighed sympathetically, "Did Qian Par ask you to deliver materials at his door early in the morning?"

"Hey?"

"Otherwise, how could I give you a ride?"

Now it was Yao who humbly asked for advice: "The pair dropped me off the car earlier, what do you think is the explanation?"

Bao Rui glanced at Cheng Yao with an expression of "it's hard to say", and pointed his hand towards a freshly baked bakery not far away: "Didn't I ask you to get out of the car and buy him breakfast?"

"..."

Cheng Yao wanted Qian Heng to listen to him and see what kind of image he had in the minds of his colleagues. If you ride in the same car with him, you won't be misunderstood, okay

Because of the ride, Cheng Yao was not late today, she and Bao Rui chatted all the way into Junheng.

However, almost as soon as he sat down, he received an internal call and was called into the office by Qian Heng.

Cheng Yao walked into the office tremblingly, thinking in her heart, she is not late today...

"Cheng Yao, there is no need to follow up on Dong Shan's case."

"why?!"

This was beyond Cheng Yao's expectation. She bit her lip and went through the situation of Dong Shan's case in her mind: "Boss, may I ask where I am not good enough in this case?"

Even if you are kicked out of the case, you have to die to understand that if you make a mistake, you can correct it in time next time.

"No, you did a good job in this case." Qian Heng took a sip of coffee, "It's not your problem."

"Then why is this case not being followed up? Could it be that Dong Shan withdrew the lawsuit? Did he reconcile with Jiang Wenxiu and not get a divorce? This should be impossible..."

"Dong Shan is dead."

Cheng Yao looked at Qian Heng blankly. Are you sure this is not a joke? ? ? It's not the famous Detective Conan, one person will die in one episode, why the other party died in the Bai Xingmeng case, and his own client died in the Dong Shan case...

Could it be that although Dong Shan had cheated on her, but when he dreamed back at midnight, he thought of his bad wife, felt guilty, was entangled in pain between his original partner and his mistress, and regretted not doing it at the beginning, so he chose to commit suicide

"Your Lenovo chicken wings can stop for a while." Qian Heng glanced at Cheng Yao, and threw a document to her, "Dong Shan's death was completely accidental, there was a car accident, the truck was overloaded, and it rolled over while turning , crushed his car, and died on the spot. What happened in the early hours of this morning, he was rushing to the airport for a business trip, and I just received a call from his assistant, here is the death certificate that was faxed just now."

Looking at the death certificate in front of him, Cheng Yao was at a loss. It happened so suddenly. Yesterday, Dong Shan was still discussing the case with her, looking forward to the future of love after leaving marriage. Today...

Maybe sometimes life is really more dramatic than any screenwriter. Human beings are really too small in the face of natural and man-made disasters. You really don’t know which one will come first, accident or tomorrow.

"During the divorce proceedings, if one of the parties dies, the proceedings will be terminated." Qian Heng's expression remained calm, "So we don't need to follow up on this case. As for Dong Shan, the goal he has always wanted to achieve is considered half achieved. He The marriage relationship with Jiang Wenxiu has indeed come to an end, but in the form of death."

Although Dong Shan was at fault in the marriage, Cheng Yao still felt a little depressed and blocked after such a living person died.

Perhaps Dong Shan would never have imagined that he ended his marriage with Jiang Wenxiu in this way, right

It's ironic, but somehow it seems like a fateful punishment.

"Dong Shan's memorial service was just an hour later, and Dong Shan's assistant notified us of the time and place. As a lawyer, let's send him on his last journey too."

Cheng Yao was a little surprised. The car accident happened in the early hours of this morning. Why did the memorial service be held this morning? According to the custom, the memorial service is usually held three days after the death of the person. Dong Shan’s memorial service was a bit rushed .

What also puzzled Cheng Yao was: "Boss, you have an appointment with a potential client this morning to discuss entrusting an agency. This client is in an inheritance dispute, and it is the one who claims to have 2.5 billion yuan in bid..."

"Help me communicate with the client and try to reschedule the appointment. If the client is unwilling, I can only apologize and cancel the appointment." Qian Heng's tone was very indifferent. If Cheng Yao didn't know, if someone else just listened to his tone, I'm afraid I thought he was just canceling a reservation for a one-hundred-yuan restaurant.

Clients involved in disputes over RMB 2.5 billion are sought-after wherever they go. Moreover, these wealthy clients often cannot accept the negligence of others. If the lawyer changes the appointment at the appointed time, even if the circumstances are justifiable, the other party may be unhappy.

Although Qian Heng is excellent, it is not without other lawyers who can compete with him. Cheng Yao knew very well that Qian Heng's decision was very likely to push this 2.5 billion target client to other lawyers.

In Qian Heng's mind, is Dong Shan's memorial service more important than the lawyer's fee of the 2.5 billion target representative

Just as Cheng Yao was thinking, Qian Heng glanced at her again: "You go with me and wipe off your lipstick, it's too flamboyant, it's not suitable."

"I didn't wear lipstick..." Cheng Yao left Qian Heng's office, feeling a little wronged, "This is the original lip color. I just put on a lip balm without color!"

Straight men really can't tell whether a woman is wearing makeup or not. Does it mean that makeup is necessary for beautiful lips and white teeth? !

Cheng Yao thought, how angry!