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Li Nian, a recently emerging lawyer, had previously collaborated with my family.
Song Xue and I drove to the law firm, and just as we arrived at the parking lot, a Cadillac pulled up beside us. Two men got out of the car, and the one in front was Li Nian. Beside him stood a handsome man with striking features, deep-set eyes, and a smile that felt both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. He strolled forward leisurely, his casual black trench coat accentuating his long legs.
"Lawyer Li!" Song Xue called out.
The two men turned their heads, and I quickly withdrew my gaze from the handsome man, smiling as I said, "Hello, Lawyer Li."
Li Nian strode towards me and gestured to the man beside him. "Chu Ming, come meet Miss Mu."
Chu Ming.
My fingers tightened subtly at my side. Li Nian assumed I didn't know Chu Ming and made a formal introduction, mentioning that Chu Ming was his friend.
"Miss Mu, nice to meet you," Chu Ming said politely, extending his hand. His fingers were long and well-defined.
I gently shook his hand in return. "Nice to meet you too."
Chu Ming smiled slightly. "Long time no see."
His expression was courteous as he spoke, but his grip was firm enough to cause me discomfort.
He turned to Li Nian with an air of nonchalance and said, "Miss Mu and I were high school alumni."
Inside the law firm, I briefly explained the situation and handed Li Nian the backup of the Surveillance USB Drive. "Lawyer Li, we would like you to sue all the media outlets that published the news and follow up on the incident involving Cheng An Su Wan Qing."
Chu Ming glanced at the news for a moment before placing the tablet on the table. He pointed at an image displayed on it. "The person who took this photo of her kneeling must have been standing nearby."
I leaned in to examine the picture; Su Wanqing's profile was clear, capturing her pleading expression and slightly reddened eyes. It was evident that such a close-up could only be taken from a short distance away.
But if it was a close-up shot, Su Wanqing couldn't possibly be unaware.
"The photographer is in cahoots with that woman," Chu Ming's clear voice rang in my ears, accompanied by his warm breath.
I slightly lifted my gaze.
To analyze the images, Chu Ming leaned closer from across the table, almost pressing his head against mine. His eyes were lowered, and his eyelashes were astonishingly long.
As he leaned forward, the unbuttoned shirt fell open slightly, revealing a glimpse of his well-defined chest.
"…The news broke an hour after the incident, which indicates prior preparation. Miss Mu should have sensed something was off; that's why she called a lawyer," he continued.
I reluctantly pulled my gaze away from his chest, staring at Chu Ming in surprise.
He had guessed all my thoughts.
Indeed, when I deviated from the plot in the book and Su Wanqing insisted on seeing me perform a tragic scene, I realized it might be a trap. The rapid news coverage just an hour after the incident further confirmed this suspicion.
Li Nian finished reviewing the surveillance footage and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Miss Mu; I will send a lawyer's letter to the relevant media."
We quickly discussed our countermeasures.
"Thank you, Lawyer Li," I said.
"You're welcome."
Song Xue and I planned to leave when suddenly a voice came from behind us: "Next month is my father's birthday; you'll come, right?"
I turned around to meet Chu Ming's deep gaze.
His ambiguous look made my heart skip a beat. I tried to appear calm and replied steadily, "Of course."
He smiled slightly, his voice husky as he said, "I look forward to seeing you again."
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