The rain hit the dark glazed tiles of the Shen family's old house, and the sound was as heavy as a drum beating in the distance.
There was only one desk lamp turned on in the study, and the light circled the corner of the mahogany desk dimly. There was a mixed smell of old paper and fine Pu'er in the air, which was so heavy that it made people breathless.
Shen Tinglan sat in the hardwood armchair, with his back straight, like a cold porcelain statue.
She had been sitting here for ten minutes before Shen Zonghan, her adoptive father and the head of the Shen family, took off his reading glasses and raised his eyes from a pile of documents.
"You saw the video." Shen Zonghan's voice did not rise and fall. It was not a question, but a statement.
There wasn't even much anger on his face, just the usual, slightly tired rigor in dealing with troublesome matters.
"What the Lin family means is also what we mean."
He pushed over a document.
The paper is thick, and the letterhead bears the gilt logos of two joint law firms.
"Joint Statement on Mr. Lin Jingming's personal behavior has nothing to do with Miss Shen Tinglan".
Shen Tinglan's eyes fell on the title, and then slid to the text.
The wording is rigorous, the logic is clear, and it is cut cleanly - Lin Jingming's personal behavior was inappropriate, and Ms. Shen Tinglan had no knowledge of it and was deeply harmed by it. The engagement between the two parties was based on a wrong understanding of Mr. Lin Jingming's personality. It is now terminated, and the right to further legal pursuit is reserved.
