Jiang Qingyue has two people to thank in her life: one is her biological mother, who found her three fathers and left a lot of mess; the other is Su Lin.
Three years ago, she approached him to fight for her inheritance. He was a public interest lawyer with coin dependence, but his family background was shockingly tough.
After settling the trouble, he returned the gift and said coldly and distantly: "Ms. Jiang, don't contact me again in the future."
She sneered: "Okay, who cares?"
But she still contacted him, who made him the top elite barrister in Linggang now, and she just needed it.
After the dust settled, she handed over the check and said nonchalantly: "Lawyer Su, from now on, just send a message for such small matters."
But he has been haunted ever since.
When she cleared the relationship, he caught her and said, "Next time you say something bad about me, don't let me hear it."
She brought porridge casually, and his eyes lit up: "How do you know I like to eat here?"
She allowed him to come in, but he pushed further: "Worried about me catching a cold? Give me the door lock code."
Until that night, he blocked her by the hotel fountain, his breath hot: "Come back with me, or I'll stay. You can't choose, I'll help you sober up."
Jiang Qingyue laughed angrily: "Su Lin, you are indeed sick."
He replied to her: "Yes, I got sick three years ago."
Intention: try something different
