DF Chapter 40
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“Yi, I’m handling Song Yi’s compensation case. Who should we give the money to?” Yang Zi leaned on Zhen Yi’s desk and asked.
“Make a public notice. If there are no relatives, then donate it.”
“Alright.” After Yang Zi finished speaking, she cautiously probed, “Yi, are you doing okay?”
“I’m perfectly fine,” Zhen Yi didn’t even lift her head. “Why are you asking that?”
“Boss switched several cases for you…”
“Because recently, clients have been constantly complaining about me.”
“Have you thought about why?”
“Yeah, I have.” Zhen Yi looked up. “They’re all insane!”
Yang Zi gently bit her lip and fell silent. At that moment, assistant lawyer Jiang Jiang knocked on the door, somewhat timidly, “Sister Yi, the boss is asking for you.”
Bian Qian’s office was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, flooded with sunlight. Zhen Yi wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the view, so after sitting down, she gave him a perfunctory smile.
Bian Qian was young and promising, handsome too. Though not trained in law, he was a psychologist with extensive connections and management skills, which allowed him to develop the law firm into a booming business, making it a dream job for many top graduates.
Back when Zhen Yi was in university, he would often come to her grandfather’s house. From her time in school to graduation, he took care of any difficult situation for her. They were closer than siblings. At the firm, he always looked out for her, giving her all the good cases.
He didn’t beat around the bush: “Xiao Yi, you’re the only one in the firm who hasn’t applied for psychological counselling with me.”
“I don’t need it,” Zhen Yi quickly replied. After a moment, she looked at him like he was the one with a problem. “What do you mean? Are you saying Song Yi’s death has left me with psychological trauma? Ridiculous! She wanted to die, so she died. What’s that got to do with me? There are so many people who commit suicide. Am I supposed to get a shadow from each one of them? Am I that emotionally rich?”
Bian Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Actually, after the Tang Shang case, you should have taken a longer break.”
“I don’t need it. I’m fine.”
“Really?” He still spoke gently. “Xiao Yi, yesterday, Jiang Jiang was crying after talking to you. What happened?”
“Nothing. I was just complimenting her for working hard and gathering so much case information.”
“Oh? But your exact words seemed to be: ‘Jiang Jiang, I really admire you. You managed to scrape together so much garbage in just one day.’ Isn’t that right?”
Zhen Yi looked away. “I’m just this sharp. It’s my style.”
“Xiao Yi, in two weeks, you’ve been complained about by five clients.”
“Sorry, my professional skills aren’t good enough.”
“I don’t think that’s the issue. Can I ask, when Mr. Zhu from the sexual harassment case and his girlfriend were waiting for you in the office, and you saw her sitting on his lap, what did you say?”
Zhen Yi pursed her lips. “What did I say? ‘Another one who won’t sit in a chair but insists on rubbing thighs.’ Isn’t that the truth?”
“Don’t you think that comment had an inappropriate implication?”
“No,” Zhen Yi retorted, standing her ground. “If he thought that way, it only shows that he’s not a good guy. He’s got the face of someone who would commit sexual harassment…”
“Okay, let’s not speculate about Mr. Zhu’s character,” Bian Qian raised his hand. “What about Mr. Zhang from the hit-and-run case? At first, he refused to describe the details of the crash. What did you say?”
Zhen Yi sucked in her cheeks, remaining silent.
“What? Too embarrassed to say it?”
Zhen Yi looked down, then turned her gaze to the window, speaking quickly, “I said, ‘If you don’t speak now, are you waiting until you get to prison to let someone open your mouth for you down there?’ Ahem.”
Bian Qian looked at her. “Mr. Zhang said you followed that up with something else. What was it?”
Zhen Yi pouted, refusing to answer.
“Mr. Zhang said he was shocked at the time, and you told him, ‘Don’t look at me so surprised. Yes, it’s exactly what you think, chicken, fish, chrysanthemum, hehe, woo and flowers.’ Mr. Zhang said your words caused him severe mental distress, and,” Bian Qian hesitated for a moment, “he insists he’s not a bottom.”
“Emotional distress?” Zhen Yi was incredulous. “A man with a strong enough mental fortitude to commit a hit-and-run is traumatized by one sentence from me? Besides, if he ends up in prison, he’ll definitely be the top recipient of attention for a long time.”
Bian Qian rubbed his ear and sighed. “Then there’s the district head Li’s son. He needed to go to the bathroom, and you told him to ‘hold it’?”
Zhen Yi exhaled in frustration. “That kid thought money could solve everything and expected the lawyer to handle everything for him. He didn’t answer any questions and asked to go to the bathroom three times in a minute. What attitude is that?”
“I can see your point,” Bian Qian nodded, stroking his chin. “But when he said he couldn’t hold it, what did you say?”
Zhen Yi raised an eyebrow, completely unaware of her mistake. “He provoked me first. You didn’t see his annoying face when he said, ‘I can’t hold it.’”
“No matter what, you shouldn’t have said, ‘If you can’t hold it, I’ll tie a knot for you.’”
Zhen Yi stared at the desk, silent.
“He was so scared that he wet himself right there!”
“Brother, how long has it been since you went online? ‘Scared to pee’ is just an expression.”
“I know, but that kid actually peed himself…”
Zhen Yi was furious, jumping up in frustration: “Kid? He’s been held back three times, is seventeen years old and still in his second year of high school, and he knows how to harass girls. Is that still a kid?”
Silence.
After a while, she slowly sat back down.
Bian Qian: “Are you starting to realize something is off with yourself?”
Zhen Yi turned her head. “No. I didn’t sleep well yesterday, so I’m a bit irritable.”
“Xiao Yi, I’m giving you a month of paid leave. Take the time to adjust. If you don’t want to see a professional, at least talk to someone you trust about what’s going on inside.”
