“Yunyi, Lawyer He is looking for you.”
Song Yunyi quickly wrapped up what she was working on and knocked on Lawyer He’s office door.
She was her supervising attorney, a stern middle-aged woman.
Lawyer He gestured for Song Yunyi to sit down and handed her the documents. Her voice was steady and firm: “In a bit, you’ll come with me to meet the client. The day after tomorrow, you’ll serve as a paralegal during the trial and be responsible for taking notes.”
Song Yunyi nodded, took the documents, and lowered her head to read them carefully. Her gaze swept over every word with the precision of a scalpel, committing the relevant information to memory.
Seeing how well-behaved she was, Lawyer He offered a reminder: “This is a case that Aurora took on. Aurora had to go abroad unexpectedly, so I’m taking over the rest. It’s a divorce case—there are plenty of family secrets among the wealthy. When you get there, don’t look around. Just take notes quietly.”
Song Yunyi: “Understood, Lawyer He.”
Only then did Lawyer He relax a little.
The client came from a top-tier wealthy family. Both her parents were prominent businessmen who frequently appeared in financial newspapers. Even someone as seasoned as Lawyer He felt somewhat uneasy.
When she took on the case, the client had only one request: to have a lawyer around her own age accompany her.
Otherwise, Lawyer He would never have let Song Yunyi participate.
The Jingshui District villa was one of the most famous luxury residences in the area, with extremely strict access control. The client must have given prior notice, because they passed through without any obstruction.
They rang the doorbell.
The door opened quickly, and a tall, imposing man stepped out.
Song Yunyi recognized him at a glance and instinctively took a step back.
Why him of all people?
Feng Cheng was wearing a black shirt today, without a tie.
The collar was open, and beneath his smooth neck, his fair collarbone was faintly visible, with a small red mole barely discernible. His phoenix eyes hung lazily, his expression somewhat weary.
It was clearly a suit-and-tie outfit, yet he somehow wore it with a careless, roguish flair.
Lawyer He extended her hand nervously: “Hello, President Feng. My surname is He, I’m a lawyer from Mingju. I have an appointment with Miss Chi today.”
Looking at her hand, Feng Cheng narrowed his long eyes slightly and gave it a perfunctory brush with his own.
His gaze swept past Lawyer He and finally settled on Song Yunyi. His deep, husky voice came slowly: “And this is…”
“She’s an intern lawyer at our firm, named Song Yunyi.” Lawyer He quickly interjected.
“Oh, so you’re Lawyer Song. I’ve heard so much about you.”
That line again.
Did he have some kind of call-back quota to fill?
Feng Cheng leaned down slightly and waved his hand in front of her face. His tone was unreadable: “Lawyer Song is so aloof?”
“No, no. It’s a pleasure to meet you, President Feng.” Song Yunyi put on a professional smile and placed her hand in his.
His long, slightly calloused fingertips brushed across her soft palm, and he released it in less than half a second.
Song Yunyi awkwardly tucked her hand behind her back, trying to ignore that strange feeling.
But that spring dream had been all too vivid, and she couldn’t help stealing a glance at him.
The last time she’d seen him, she’d thought he was putting on airs. Combined with the rumors, she’d viewed him through a prejudiced lens and figured he was just average.
Now, seeing him up close.
She realized this young heir was absolutely devastatingly handsome.
His eyelashes were like crow feathers, each one distinct. His eyelids were so thin you could see the faint blood vessels. His lip shape was perfect—a classic smile curve that was simply mouthwatering.
His intoxicating phoenix eyes were naturally full of allure. A single casual glance could leave you dizzy.
Just like now.
“Lawyer Song’s stare is quite intimidating. It’s rather frightening.” Feng Cheng’s voice drifted over, snapping her out of her wandering thoughts.
Song Yunyi’s ears flushed red. She quickly turned her face away and said stiffly, “My apologies, President Feng. I was just thinking about the case.”
She was inwardly mortified.
What on earth was she just doing?!
“Is that so?” Feng Cheng raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. He turned and walked inside. “Come in.”
Lawyer He wiped the cold sweat from her brow and pulled Song Yunyi aside, warning her in a low voice: “I know you young people like handsome men, but the Feng family’s young heir is not someone you can aspire to. Just complete this case quietly—it’s better for everyone!”
Song Yunyi nodded obediently without arguing.
But then Feng Cheng, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped. He turned and seemed to cast a cold glance at Lawyer He. When he spoke again, his voice was somewhat icy: “What would you like to drink?”
Lawyer He quickly spoke up: “We wouldn’t dare trouble you.”
Feng Cheng’s gaze swept past Song Yunyi, and he turned away: “I don’t repeat myself.”
At Lawyer He’s prompting look, Song Yunyi spoke up: “President Feng, plain water is fine.”
“We don’t have it.”
Song Yunyi hesitated: “Then… bottled water?”
“Don’t have that either.”
Song Yunyi: “…”
Was he deliberately trying to make things difficult for her?
But Feng Cheng seemed to have just asked casually, with no intention of actually serving them. He left before Song Yunyi could speak again.
Song Yunyi barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Five minutes later.
Feng Cheng came back to the reception area. Seeing there was still no movement from upstairs, his face darkened. He dialed a number with his damp fingers and said in a cold, low tone: “You have one minute. Get down here.”
The person on the other end whimpered a few times, her voice thick with tears: “I’m not coming down. I don’t feel well, I don’t want to see anyone. I’m not going over there, no matter what!”
Song Yunyi only realized after reading the materials that she knew the party involved.
The party was Feng Cheng’s cousin, two years younger than him.
Whatever Feng Cheng said, footsteps soon echoed from upstairs.
Chi Sheng was one year older than Song Yunyi, 24 this year.
Last year, she had a falling out with her family over an arranged marriage. In a fit of anger, she ran away from home. To force her to come back, her family froze all her cards.
After her WeChat balance ran out, penniless, she was kicked out by her landlord. A group of delinquent youths, seeing her alone, tried to assault her—it was a young man who saved her.
The young man was very good to her. Not only did he help her find a new place to rent, he was attentive to her every need in daily life, guiding her out of her grief.
He noticed she didn’t know how to cook, so he came over every day to make her meals, washing the dishes after she finished eating before leaving—thoughtful and knowing exactly where to draw the line.
Chi Sheng naturally fell hopelessly in love with him.
Within a month of dating, he coaxed her into getting a marriage certificate.
Less than half a month after getting married, his true colors emerged. Hidden beneath his gentle, well-mannered mask was a master of disguise—a demon.
He started making Chi Sheng go out to work.
But Chi Sheng had never endured hardship. She finally found a job, but after being scolded by her boss once, she quit on the spot.
When the man couldn’t get money from her, he started being violent.
Chi Sheng couldn’t take it anymore and filed for divorce.
At times like this, the demon seemed to leave his body. He would kneel before her, endlessly repentant, slapping himself in the face over and over, successfully softening Chi Sheng’s heart.
The man was skilled at the tactic of one slap, then a sweet date.
Whenever Chi Sheng was at her breaking point, he would cook a table full of dishes, then casually reveal the scars he’d gotten saving her, keeping Chi Sheng hovering at the edge of agony—unable to drown, yet unable to climb out.
Day after day, this wore her down until she was barely human.
Until she discovered that the man had a wife back in his hometown—a woman who had given birth to his son at just sixteen.
The conflict exploded completely.
Chi Sheng left a divorce agreement behind and walked away resolutely.
But enemies of the Chi family’s business discovered Chi Sheng’s marriage, found the man, and told him just how wealthy the Chi family was, and how much he could gain from it.
No one knows what the man said to his hometown wife, but the two formed a united front and posted online that a certain chaebol heiress had inserted herself into someone else’s marriage, knowingly being the third party—all to force her to compromise.
Involving a chaebol instantly set off a frenzy.
The Chi family’s PR team stepped in and quickly took down the trending topic.
But this move didn’t solve the problem—it only triggered backlash from netizens, who flocked to the hometown wife’s side, rallying against corporate power.
For days, the Chi company’s social media accounts were flooded with abuse. The public square was a mess, and the company’s stock price was falling.
The Chi family explained that the two were legally married and there was no third-party involvement, but the hometown wife somehow produced a fake marriage certificate and their son’s birth certificate, which sent netizens into a frenzy, their keyboards clacking furiously.
Some even went to the Chi Group headquarters to throw rotten eggs.
After Aurora took over the case, she quickly gathered evidence and directly sued the man. The court date was set for the day after tomorrow.
One piece of evidence had lacked authenticity and was rejected by Aurora. Lawyer He had made several visits over the past few days to where the hometown wife previously lived, finally filling in the gaps in the evidence.
So they had come this time to review the evidence once more.
Chi Sheng wore a large pair of sunglasses. After sitting down, she grabbed a stuffed toy and hugged it, speaking listlessly: “Do I have to appear in court?”