“I didn’t even hit her!”
“I could explain the difference between attempted crime and completed crime to you for three hours, but I don’t think you have the time to listen right now.”
Mrs. Zhao did not want to apologize in front of so many people. “She’s my daughter. What’s wrong with disciplining her a little?”
“Before she has any social relationships, she is a lawful citizen of the People’s Republic of China and is protected by national law.”
Mrs. Zhao was already struggling to understand. She completely regrets it now. Before becoming a judge, Tan Siyan had been a lawyer. How could she possibly argue against a lawyer?
“I…” With more and more people gathering around, she clenched her teeth and lowered her voice. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to hit you.”
Song Shuangzhi stood obediently in front of her, about to say “It’s fine.”
But she felt two stern gazes above her. She looked up, and the man looked down.
Their eyes met.
It was as if there was a crackling sound in the air, like electricity snapping.
Song Shuangzhi’s mind went blank for a moment, and she missed the chance to say “It’s fine.”
“And your verbal abuse toward Intern Song.”
“When did you get here? You even heard me scolding her?”
Tan Siyan would not answer such a pointless question.
Mrs. Zhao lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have scolded you either.”
Tan Siyan looked down. “Do you accept her apology?”
Song Shuangzhi blinked her big eyes, like a machine waiting for him to set the program. “…I think… I accept it?”
“No,” Tan Siyan decided for her.
“From this moment on, members of the Song family are prohibited from approaching Ms. Song Shuangzhi for seven days. If there is any further verbal abuse, intimidation, or physical harm, it will be handled according to the Criminal Law…”
Tan Siyan directly pronounced the ruling.
Mrs. Zhao listened in confusion. In short, it meant that if she even tried to speak to Song Shuangzhi alone now, it would be illegal.
“Chief Judge Tan,” Liang Chuchu bit her lip, her heart aching, “you should treat your wound first…”
The wound was on his forehead, with a few drops of blood trailing down along his brow bone. The blood there had not even coagulated yet.
Liang Chuchu stood in front of him and reached behind, brushing aside his sharp strands of hair.
Tan Siyan frowned and stepped back, impatience almost spilling from his eyes.
“Who caused my injury?”
Song Shuangzhi and the others stared at each other in confusion.
Liang Chuchu sneered coldly and pointed viciously at Song Shuangzhi. “It was her!”
“Then you, as the root cause, will be responsible for stopping the bleeding.”
With that, the man grabbed Song Shuangzhi by the collar and led her into the office.
Sweet and sour chicken drumsticks, matcha cookies, apple chips without any additives, and he even took out a jasmine white tea flavored soft candy.
After a moment’s thought, he took two more.
One snack after another was handed to her, and her eyes lit up again and again.
“These are for me?”
“Yes,” Tan Siyan took a sip of coffee and said casually, “Assistant Lin left them here. I was worried they might expire.”
Sure enough, her little paw reached out, grabbed the candy, and stuffed it into her mouth.
A layer of satisfaction appeared on her delicate face.
Tan Siyan was clearly drinking coffee.
Yet he somehow felt as though…
He had drunk iced cola in the height of summer.
Tiny bubbles burst in his mouth.
“Do you have anything you want to ask me?” Tan Siyan sat in his chair.
Song Shuangzhi took a deep breath.
Then she asked, “Does it hurt?”
Tan Siyan had thought she would ask about Song Yuan. Hurt…?
“Here…” she pointed to his forehead. “It still needs to be treated.”
The girl brought out a small medical kit and stood in front of him.
At one meter ninety-three, even sitting down, he was not shorter than her. He lowered his head slightly, exposing the wound to her.
No wonder it hadn’t healed, there were still fragments of the vase inside.
Tan Siyan lowered his gaze. In front of him were her long, slender legs and her extremely slim waist…
She treated the wound very carefully, leaning in a little closer, her thigh pressing against his knee.
Soft, warm, the heat transferring through the fabric. A faint rose fragrance lingered on her, fresh and sweet, seven parts lightness.
“Clink.”
The shard of the vase fell onto the tissue on the table. She picked up the alcohol. “It’s better to put in a couple of stitches.”
Tan Siyan frowned. “You know how to suture?”
“I’m very professional, okay?” In her previous life, she had been a medical student. She had won every suturing competition, and the wounds she stitched were textbook quality.
In this life, she had somehow ended up studying law, completely clueless. Her exam scores were at the bottom, and her mentor even wanted to call her parents.
So annoying!
Anesthesia, stitching, her movements were indeed quick and efficient. Tan Siyan looked at her with an added layer of emotion she couldn’t understand.
After wiping the blood from his temple clean, Song Shuangzhi suddenly grew curious.
“Don’t you usually wear the red-collared black robe? Why are you wearing a black and gold robe today?”
She didn’t understand. “Why do you sometimes wear it and sometimes not?”
Last time, during the divorce case, he hadn’t worn it.
“Civil cases are more relaxed, so it’s usually not worn. Criminal cases require it,” his deep voice was pleasant to hear.
“The red-collared black robe is for our country’s judges. In international courts handling international cases, we sometimes wear black and gold robes.”
No matter which one he wore, he looked incredibly striking.
At one meter ninety-three, he was like a perfect clothes hanger, slim in regular attire, imposing in the wide judicial robe.
Looking at his sharp black hair, she asked again,
“What about wigs? I’ve seen in TV dramas that high judges all wear those white wool wigs.”
She even gestured on her own head, indicating the curly, rather amusing wig.
“Judges in European and American systems do indeed wear robes and wigs. Do you…” Tan Siyan asked, “like them?”
Song Shuangzhi secretly popped another candy into her mouth and nodded with a smile.
It wasn’t that she liked them, but she was definitely curious.
Far away in France, Pierre received a message:
TSY: “Next time in court, bring your ridiculous wig.”
Pierre frowned: “?”
Tan Siyan put his phone away and asked her again, “You really don’t want to ask me?”
…About your father…
“Not asking!” She lowered her head. The desk was covered with dense stacks of documents, and she even covered her eyes.
“As a legal professional, I must uphold fairness. I have to avoid conflicts of interest!”
She kept talking while covering her eyes, stepping backward, when her foot slipped…
And she fell onto his lap.
System: 【Ahhh! Zhizhi!】
【You’ve evolved!】
【You can now create tasks for yourself!】
【Sob, my girl has grown up! You don’t even need me to assign tasks anymore!】
The system cried emotionally in her mind, while Song Shuangzhi froze like a little quail.
As if under a spell.
The… texture of a man’s thigh…
Was it really this…
Hard?
Hot, making her…
Heart tingle, throat tighten…
Already covering her face, Song Shuangzhi buried her head directly into her collar.
Tan Siyan looked at the little snail retreating into its shell, and the corner of his lips curved slightly upward.