Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

The slap was powerful, and the burning pain burned all the way to the corner of his lips.

Fu Zhihuan laughed softly, his voice a little hoarse. A few strands of broken hair hung down on his forehead, covering his long and narrow eyes.

He raised his hand lazily, lightly pressed the corner of his mouth with his index finger, and then raised his eyes, a pair of dark eyes clearly reflected Wen Ruan's face, and whispered: "Also Pretty cruel?"

Wen Ruan's drowsiness was all washed away at this moment, she was jolted, and instantly woke up: "It's not that you run to me in the middle of the night to move your feet!"

Wen Ruan looked down at the neatly covered quilt, and immediately understood.

She was not honest in her sleep since she was a child, she had the habit of kicking the quilt, and she always liked to turn over.

…It seems that he really has avenged his own revenge.

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes guiltily: "I'm sorry, I was a little sharp when I slept."

Speaking of this, she paused for a while, propped herself up and raised her face to look at Fu Zhihuan's cheek, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

A delicate and beautiful face approached suddenly, wrapped in the fragrance of shower gel in her hair.

Fu Zhihuan was slightly startled, and his body subconsciously stepped back.

Maybe because she just woke up, Wen Ruan's voice sounded a little coquettish at the moment, and the ending of each word was slightly upturned.

The apex of the heart is like being scratched by a cat's paw.

Fu Zhihuan tilted his head, staggered Wen Ruan's gaze, stood up slowly, and said indifferently, "It's okay."

He remembered that when Wen Ruan took action to catch the trafficker at the train station, his movements were also neat and smooth.

In addition, when Fu Zhihuan approached Wen Ruan just now, he deliberately relaxed his movements, but she was still keenly aware of it.

It seems that the level of vigilance of this eldest lady is surprisingly high.

Fu Zhihuan laughed: "You move quite fast."

Wen Ruan touched his head: "Because my father asked me to learn karate since I was a child."

"Karate?"

This is beyond Fu Zhihuan's expectations.

How could a daughter slave like Wen Fengchen think of sending his daughter to learn these things?

"This..."

"

"What happened?"

"Well, maybe twenty years ago...?"

Wen Ruan laughed, her tone sounded quite relaxed, as if she was mentioning something unrelated to herself: "I was kidnapped, but fortunately the police came in time, so I also I only suffered minor injuries. But my dad got nervous after that. He hired a karate teacher and forced me to learn."

Fu Zhihuan paused: "Twenty years ago?"

"That's right." Wen Ruan recollected and calculated with his fingers, "I was probably just five years old at that time?"

Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, for some reason, an inexplicable irritability suddenly rose in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pinched his brow bone, with a tired tone in his tone: "Go to sleep."

After speaking, she turned around and entered the room.

It is night.

Tongcheng's night sky has no starlight, only the blackness that is overwhelming and seems to pull people into the quagmire, as if to swallow people.

Fu Zhihuan put his arm on the railing of the balcony, took a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it between his lips, and lit it.

Wen Ruan said that twenty years ago…

According to the time, it happened to be the year when my little sister, Fu Yuqing passed away.

A little scarlet spread on Fu Zhihuan's fingertips, and the white smoke gathered into a wisp, slowly rose, and then gradually dissipated.

He snuffed out the light, but did not suppress the irritability 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 has to go to the law firm to see Professor Su today. So Wen Ruan didn't delay, and went out after grooming.

It was nine thirty in the morning when I arrived at the lawyer's destination.

This firm was founded by Professor Su Jingmin.

Professor Su is quite a figure in the legal world of Jiangcheng. He has been in this industry for more than 30 years, with a solid foundation and a rich source 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.

Professor Su appreciated Wen Ruan in every possible way.

Living up to his expectations, Wen Ruan fought very well in several lawsuits after getting his lawyer's license.

Seeing that the connections and sources were gradually stabilized, a case of juvenile manslaughter suddenly disrupted all rhythms.

After the victim's mother committed suicide by jumping off the building, Wen Ruan's mental state also became worse and worse.

She often dreamed of the female student who died in that case, and the mother who committed suicide in despair, standing in front of her and asked hoarsely: "Aren't you supposed to stand for justice? Does the party speak?"

Wen Ruan is a child who grew up in a greenhouse.

Father Wen and Mother Wen will always present the best side to her, and with this identity, it seems that everyone in the world has goodwill towards Wen Ruan.

So she should take it for granted that justice in the world is so natural.

Even though no one thought it 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?"

"Isn't it?"

"Wen Ruan, you have to know that everyone has a different scale for justice. If every lawsuit is handled according to what they think is righteousness, that person is no different from a beast. Therefore, society There is such a thing as law.”

Wen Ruan didn't understand Professor Su's words at that time.

When Wen Ruan disappeared three years ago because of that case, Professor Su was most distressed.

Professor Su is naturally very pleased to learn that she intends to come to his firm this time.

"I'm really glad you came out from three years ago."

Have not seen him for a few years, Professor Su is much older than Wen Ruan remembers, half of his hair is gray, but he still looks very energetic, "I have asked many people about the responsibilities of a lawyer. What. They all told me that the duty of lawyers is to do 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 said slowly after a long silence: "You told me at that time that if you always desire to be a hero full of justice, it is not suitable for you to live in the legal profession. I still can't understand that."

"What happened later? How did 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 like a self-deprecating laugh: "My father bought a company according to normal procedures a year ago."

"Most of the employees of that company are old employees, and they can't adapt to the current new technology and new environment when they are middle-aged. , after my father bought that company, the first thing the top executives did was lay off staff."

Wen Ruan turned her 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.

Jobs. Layoffs are like cutting all life for them.”

Professor Su listened quietly: "Then what?"

"Some people repeatedly approached the upper management to try to intercede, running around and begging for help. There were also people sitting at the door of the company with their wives and children, holding signs and crying. Many of them were in remote areas. The place rents cheap apartments, raises 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 hopeless way to survive.”

Wen Ruan said this, paused slightly, "Then I suddenly realized that there is no absolute justice in this world. No one can have absolute justice, and everyone is for their own sake. Alive. It's just that I'm pampered, I never understand this, and I think everything should be as beautiful as it should be."

Professor Su was silent for a long time and did not speak. After a brief case, he suddenly laughed softly, with a sigh in his tone: "I didn't expect you, the eldest lady with the golden spoon, 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 cannot escape the protection of Wen's, then all my achievements and glory are an illusion based on capital.

Wen Ruan is very grateful to Professor Su for giving him this opportunity.

"But-"

Professor Su suddenly lengthened his tone, he moved his body closer to the sofa, and his tone was meaningful, "Over the years, there is someone who wants to see you more than me."

Wen Ruan was stunned: "Who?"

Professor Su didn't answer, just raised his head and raised his chin towards the cubicle in the office.

Still so mysterious?

I don't know why, Wen Ruan felt that his heart seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and a vague sense of unease surged.

She hesitated for a while, then stood up slowly and walked towards the cubicle.

Wen Ruan stretched out his hand and hit the door handle.

Crunch

The door slowly opens—

There is a boy sitting on the sofa in the cubicle, wearing a school uniform.

The boy lowered his head, crossed his hands in a complicated way, and kept pinching his fingers, looking quite anxious.

Wen Ruan's hand froze as he pushed the door.

The boy also heard the movement and raised his head as if inductively.

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 seat of the accused, which caused a lot of media attention to the topic of school violence.

And he is his defense attorney.

He was the defendant in that juvenile murder case, Lu Kechen.

The author has something to say: the second update will be posted later, don't wait, it may turn the clock.

The first 30 red envelopes will be drawn in this chapter.