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"Hey, I heard from Xiao Luo that you took on the Du Hualong case?"
Ji Zheyuan patted him on the shoulder. "It's all thanks to you. You come back and get it sorted out right away. Once this lawsuit is over, our firm will be set for a while."
Shen Du took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. "I skimmed through the case files last night. This case won't be easy; the chances of mediation are slim. I advise you to prepare yourself mentally; it's going to be a long battle."
Ji Zheyuan let out a long sigh. "I thought having you back would lighten my load, but it turns out to be even more intense. It’s tough for us—when we have no cases, we worry about finding clients; when we have cases, we worry about the outcomes."
Shen Du chuckled. "You should think of it this way: once this case is done, you'll have enough for your wedding fund. Doesn’t that give you some motivation?"
"What motivation?" Ji Zheyuan grumbled. "I’m working every day, and my fiancée is about to run off with someone else."
"Is there an issue with Xiaolin?"
Song Xiaolin was Ji Zheyuan's girlfriend, who ran a children's dance school in Shanghai. They had been together for nearly five years. Although she was only a year younger than Ji Zheyuan, that was not insignificant for a girl.
Both families were pushing for marriage, but their law firm had hit a rough patch, making wedding preparations complicated and overwhelming. Ji Zheyuan was swamped with work and had no time to plan the wedding, which led to mounting pressure from Xiaolin's family.
Ji Zheyuan sighed deeply. "Last night I sent her flowers and gifts just to smooth things over. Once this Du Hualong case is wrapped up, I need to take a proper break—at least get the wedding sorted out first."
Shen Du smiled and said, "I’ll give you a generous envelope then."
Ji Zheyuan's gaze casually drifted and landed on the pen in front of Shen Du's computer.
"Wow," he exclaimed as he picked it up for a closer look. "A Montblanc? And a limited edition from their hundredth anniversary! Who gave it to you?"
Shen Du raised an eyebrow. "What if I bought it for myself?"
"Come on," Ji Zheyuan said with a knowing look. "When have you ever shown interest in such flashy things?"
Shen Du chuckled lightly. "You know me well; it was a gift from a young lady."
Hearing the words "young lady," Ji Zheyuan immediately perked up. "How young? Who would give you such an extravagant gift?"
Shen Du stood up to pour himself a glass of water and placed it in front of Ji Zheyuan. "Do you remember General Manager Yao Zhandong?"
Ji Zheyuan thought for a moment before recalling, "Oh right, the wealthy real estate tycoon you represented in his divorce case in Huaibei?"
"That's him," Shen Du confirmed. "It's his daughter who sent me the gift. I helped her out a bit in Huaibei, and she wanted to thank me."
Ji Zheyuan slammed his hand on the table and pointed at him excitedly. "So that's why you were gone for half a month! You left me with all your work while enjoying the company of beautiful women!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Shen Du frowned slightly. "The girl just graduated high school; she's still just a kid."
"Ah, I thought this iron tree of yours was finally going to bloom."
Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Shen Du glanced at him and asked, "You seem quite free. Have you finished writing the complaint?"
"Could you not bring up things that don't matter?" Ji Zheyuan replied, holding a fountain pen and examining it for a while. "How about you just give me this pen? I happen to need it to sign with the client this afternoon. Just imagine how impressive it would look when I whip it out."
Shen Du snatched the pen from his hand. "Dream on."
Ji Zheyuan was taken aback. "Aren't you the one who doesn't like such flashy things?"
"Who said I don't use them?" Shen Du retorted, removing the cap and, right in front of Ji Zheyuan, wrote two large characters on the paper with flourish.
Ji Zheyuan could only return to his work on the complaint in silence.
Shen Du looked at the fountain pen in his hand, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A thoughtful gift from a young lady—how could he just give it away?
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