The domineering president fell in love with the horrified me

Early winter has arrived, and the December wind is blowing.

Beethoven chose to resign from the bank where he had worked for six years. The young man who once had dreams now had nothing. Spring came in a blink of an eye. He took his resume and knocked on the doors of law firms one by one, his heart full of longing and hope for the future. However, he received ruthless rejection and cold ridicule again and again - "Intern lawyer? We don't need one here!", "We are full here!", "Do you have any cases?", "What kind of industry do your parents work in?", "I'm sorry, you can't get a salary during the internship, please take care of your social security yourself!" These cold words pierced Beethoven's heart like a cold knife.

The calendar pages turned one by one, but nothing was found.

Beethoven finally knocked on the last closed door. If he was not even welcome here, then what was the point of all his efforts over the years? The receptionist picked up his resume and gently knocked on the door of the director's office.

This marked the beginning of Beethoven’s long and tortuous journey as a lawyer.

First interview, second interview, third interview... With the test again and again, he was exploited during the internship, worked overtime maliciously, and his salary was reduced. Bei Duofen chose to endure and persist. One year passed, two years passed, and he gritted his teeth and survived the most difficult road. Finally, after three years, Best gradually grew from an assistant lawyer who was ignored to an excellent independent practicing lawyer. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of the omnipresent difficulties.

Until one day, when Beethoven heard the news that his old friend Bei Minmin's daughter had just been born, he could only silently wish her the best in his heart.

Not long after, Xingda Real Estate Company went bankrupt and was involved in a series of legal disputes.

When a whale falls, all things are born.

It was originally thought that Beethoven's peak of life was coming, but who would have thought that this would bring him the biggest challenge in his career. This time, he represented the plaintiff, and the opponent was Bei Siruo, the legal representative of Xingda Real Estate, who was Bei Minmin's husband. This lawsuit should have been a winless one, but it was not known whether it was due to Beethoven's luck or some other reason, but it was successfully reversed, as if fate was playing a game of chess to compensate him for his previous losses. Although the defendant hired the best local lawyer team to struggle hard to win the first lawsuit, but the struggle was as ridiculous as a clown. The god of fate finally stood on Beethoven's side and pulled the scales of victory in his direction.

"Beethoven, can we talk about my husband's case in private?" This was the first time Beethoven received a call from Bei Minmin after five years. He listened to Bettina's patient and detailed narration, nodded cautiously, and then hung up the phone. On the day of the trial, Bei Minmin silently observed Beethoven in the courtroom, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

However, Bei Duofen's choice was the same as a few years ago, striving to win the lawsuit. In the first trial, Bei Minmin's husband Bei Ruosi's legal team was defeated. The subsequent appeals, even the retrial and protests, all ended in failure. Until the final compulsory execution, Bei Ruosi could no longer bear the domino effect and jumped into the river with his three-year-old daughter to seek relief. After this battle, Bei Duofen's huge success made him famous and became a well-known lawyer in S City.

At the lively and festive celebration dinner, Beethoven was shocked to learn that the head of Xingda Real Estate Company had committed suicide. As the wine glass swayed gently and laughter echoed in his ears, Beethoven pretended to be calm, but the bitterness and helplessness in his heart were probably only felt by himself.

"Going back to the original time is just like looking for a sword on a boat. You will still make the same choice!" Long Batian watched the tragedy silently, then slowly extended a helping hand, gently lifted up the soul hanging above the river, and held the remnant soul of Xiuying in his palm. "Come back! My love - Xiuying!" Long Batian looked at the remnant soul in his hand with heartache.

After Bei Ruosi's death, Bei Minmin moved out of the mansion and lived a hard life alone.

What Bei Minmin didn't know was that Bei Duofen often visited her and took care of her barbecue business, even using his personal connections. Bei Minmin also knew that Bei Duofen often came to her stall to consume, but Bei Duofen didn't know.

Perhaps all this was just Beethoven's wishful thinking. On September 8, the day before his sixth attempt at the judicial examination, Beethoven had gone mad and died in the last darkness before dawn.

Wait until autumn comes September th

After my flowers bloom, all other flowers die

The fragrance of the sky permeates Chang'an

Full of gold armor

After reading Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum Poem after Failure", he was afraid of the failure brought by the sixth exam, afraid of not being able to get out of that shadow, so he chose to be a deserter. When he let go of that breath, his heroic spirit was gone, his talent was forcibly deprived by heaven, the wings of his dream were ruthlessly cut off, and the defeated army collapsed like a mountain, and in an instant, it collapsed thousands of miles. Beethoven jumped directly from the rooftop. Feeling the blood slowly overflowing from his body, clinging to the cold ground below him, his body gradually losing heat, so cold! So cold! Colder than that rainstorm, Beethoven stared at the ant in front of him with wide eyes, carrying rice grains several times heavier than himself and moving forward with difficulty.

"Minmin... Minmin... Minmin..." Beethoven murmured the name of his beloved. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably. A tear slid down from the corner of his eye. His eyes were open, and the pupils that symbolized light gradually dimmed, and his eyes became unfocused as if he was relieved.

Passersby passing by seemed not to notice him lying on the ground with his eyes open. Everything before them was just the last fantasy of this poor failed creature, Beethoven, before he died.

In the luxurious high-rise, Bei Minmin, who was coaxing her baby in swaddling clothes, looked out the dark window with a feeling, frowned slightly and shook her head, then leaned on her husband's shoulder with a sweet face...

The domineering president fell in love with the 3-year-old me, that’s it.