"Young Master Lin, Lawyer Qian is inside. Should I go and knock on the door?" Steward Yan politely inquired.
"No need, no need, I can do it myself!"
"Then I’ll leave you two alone."
Lin Qiming nodded, obedient like a good child.
As soon as Steward Yan left, he showed his more aggressive side. "Qian Yezhou, stop hiding in there and not making a sound. I know you’re ho!"
Sitting at his desk reading the agreent, Qian Yezhou: ???
"Bang, bang, bang! Open the door for !"
From inside the room, Qian Yezhou’s cool voice erged, "I don’t want to see you."
"You’re obviously speaking out of anger!" Lin Qiming didn’t believe it for a second. "Hey, hey, this is the Yue Bao family’s door. If I were to knock it down, I’d have to stay here and compensate!"
His knocking wasn’t frequent or loud, but his mouth just wouldn’t stop...
Like a small cat lingering at the door, ceaselessly owing and bitterly voicing its dissatisfaction.
Qian Yezhou frowned. After all these years, why did he still cling on so tenaciously once he got a hold of soone?
A sense of unexplained irritation brewing within him, he stood up, strode over, and yanked the door open.
The unsteady Lin Qiming instantly fell forward into the room.
Thump—
He crashed into a warm chest.
Qian Yezhou had removed his suit jacket, revealing the faintly visible, stout lines under his white shirt, which made quite an impact.
Lin Qiming just stared.
Looking up from the collar of the shirt, the sharp and cool-looking man seed even more unapproachable.
His lips were pursed tightly, with a seductive gritted-teeth appearance.
Damn! How did he end up in his arms?
Next ti he’d have to aim better and crash right onto his mouth.
Qian Yezhou, icy cold: "Young Master Lin, please have so self-respect."
"Are your pecs chro-plated or what? They’ve hurt my face," Lin Qiming glared at him, rubbing his sowhat reddened cheek.
That aggrieved yet stubborn look prompted a subconscious frown from Qian Yezhou: "Who asked you to co?"
"The Yue Bao family is my family. Can’t I wander around my own ho without your say-so?"
Lin Qiming was arrogantly proud.
Qian Yezhou’s eyes darkened further, his tone neither warm nor cold: "Fine, I won’t interfere."
Upon hearing the response was off, Lin Qiming quickly gestured with his hands: "No, no, no, good brother, I was wrong. Whenever you want to interfere is fine by !"
His sycophantic words shafully defused Qian Yezhou’s anger.
He really wanted to kick the man out!
Yet eting Lin Qiming’s hopeful gaze, he truly couldn’t bring himself to formulate a word of rejection.
The two of them stood deadlocked at the door for a mont.
Qian Yezhou finally gave in: "Alright, co on in."
"Hehe." Lin Qiming laughed as he walked in, and seeing a pile of docunts on his desk, he remarked, "You’re still busy in the middle of the night?"
"Hm." Qian Yezhou was not in the best of moods.
Lin Qiming chose a comfortable chair to sit in and leisurely poured himself a cup of tea.
Qian Yezhou frowned: "You co knocking on my door in the middle of the night just to perform a tea-drinking act?"
"Of course not!" Lin Qiming drank tea as if it were liquor, boldly stating, "I ca to explain myself to you!"
"Explain what?" Qian Yezhou was sowhat irked. "Are you here to explain why you’ve been sending people to harass my client, or to explain your calculated sche to force out of the legal profession?"
"I didn’t! That was all my brother’s doing."
"The evidence?"
Lin Qiming laughed: "Lawyer Qian, aren’t you getting this backward?"
"What?"
"Isn’t it a principle in your legal world that—’he who asserts must prove’?" Lin Qiming had also read a couple of books on law for love’s sake. "If you suspect , it is naturally up to you to present evidence! Not for to prove my innocence."
"Do you think I don’t have evidence?" Qian Yezhou blurted out.
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