Chapter 21.2 - Beauty’s Knife (2)
Just then, someone pushed the door open. Shangguan Yi came in, wiping sweat from his forehead and apologizing, “Sorry, there was traffic on the way.”
“Brother Shangguan!” The girl jumped up and grabbed Shangguan Yi’s arm. “Can I work with Lawyer Shangguan? I can work overtime too!”
When Shangguan Yi saw Xiong Jingjing, his eyes twitched, and he gave a desperate look to Cong Rong and Tan Size, but both were busy tidying papers on the table.
Cong Rong had long wanted to leave. “The star of the show has arrived. Let’s get out of here.”
Tan Size patted his shoulder, “Last one, Shangguan. Make sure you fill out the evaluation form and give it to HR.”
After leaving the meeting room, Cong Rong asked, “So what’s the story with Shangguan’s romantic debts?”
Tan Size shook his head, “It’s not romantic debts. You know who Shangguan likes, don’t you? They’ve been childhood sweethearts, but sadly, one is interested and the other is indifferent.”
Cong Rong looked puzzled. “If you know Shangguan likes someone, why did you bring her to the firm?”
Tan Size said, “That female judge isn’t warm or cold toward Shangguan—probably sentenced him to life imprisonment. I’m making a last-ditch appeal on Shangguan’s behalf, seeing if she gets jealous.”
Cong Rong frowned, “That’s a dirty trick!”
“By the way, I want that big guy, Dazhuang.”
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you compete with me for him?”
“Because the cases I’m handling recently are quite gruesome. He’s still young, and I’m worried he can’t handle it.”
Tan Size thought about it and nodded before walking away.
Near the end of the day, Shangguan Yi came to ask Cong Rong for help.
“How is Xiong Jingjing doing under your supervision?”
Cong Rong didn’t even look up, tossing him some of her recent work schedules. “She looks like a delicate girl. Won’t exposure to this stuff give her nightmares?”
Shangguan Yi rubbed his forehead in frustration, “Then what do we do?”
Suddenly Cong Rong’s mind moved, and she cautiously said, “If a man likes someone, but another woman who likes him shows up, and the two women often interact because of some things, and the man hasn’t clearly rejected the second woman but is ambiguous with her—what do you think that man means?”
Shangguan Yi didn’t understand right away, “Are you indirectly calling me out? I have clearly rejected Xiong Jingjing.”
Cong Rong glanced at him, “I wasn’t talking about you!”
Shangguan Yi thought seriously for a moment, “There are two possibilities. Either the man is a scumbag, or the woman he likes and the woman who likes him are actually the same person.”
Then he stretched out his hand to Cong Rong, “Consultation fee.”
Cong Rong kicked him out of the office and carefully considered Shangguan Yi’s words.
The second possibility was basically ruled out, which meant the first possibility was true—Wen Shaoqing also had the typical male flaw: not turning anyone away.
Thinking this, she started feeling annoyed again.
The result of Lawyer Cong’s annoyance was that after dinner with Zhong Zhen, she didn’t want to go home and instead went to his place to pass the time.
Zhong Zhen, unlike usual, sat down at the computer as soon as he got home to write his thesis. Looking at the messy room, Cong Rong suddenly thought of Wen Shaoqing’s clean and tidy home. She looked at Zhong Zhen and felt that perhaps Wen Shaoqing’s neat aura wasn’t just because he was a doctor—it was part of his nature. Whether or not he was a doctor, he was clean all over: the home, clothes, voice, gaze—everything was clean.
Zhong Zhen had been stuck on a problem for several days and tried consulting Wen Shaoqing on QQ.
After a brief explanation, Wen Shaoqing sent him a line that made Zhong Zhen so happy he almost cried:
“I remember I organized this before. I’ll find it and send it to you.”
Zhong Zhen sent a surprised emoji but soon went offline, then Wen Shaoqing got a text:
“My cousin unplugged the router while cleaning. It’s rebooting now. Teacher Wen, please send me offline messages.”
Cleaning?
Wen Shaoqing frowned, recalling Cong Rong’s polite refusal that morning—so she had plans with Zhong Zhen.
He quickly moved the mouse off a document, closed the folder, and replied: “I can’t find it. Look it up yourself. It must be submitted this week!”
Then he closed the chat window and went offline.
Zhong Zhen stared at the two short lines feeling a chill.
Cong Rong watched him sit at the computer motionless for a long time and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“My boss is hunting me down…”
Cong Rong paused, “What kind of person do you think Wen Shaoqing is?”
Zhong Zhen immediately changed expression. Cong Rong knew from his admiring look what he was about to say, but she cut him off: “Not as a doctor or teacher—what kind of man is he?”
Zhong Zhen was confused, “A man?”
“Yeah…” Cong Rong hinted, “Men have flaws. I bet a lot of people at your hospital like him. Like, does he not turn anyone down?”
Zhong Zhen grinned and waved his hand, “No way. Everyone knows the ‘beauty’s knife’ only treats and saves people or cuts off beautiful distractions. If you dare challenge him, he’ll cut off your illusions with one blow. Lots of people like him at the hospital, but don’t say he accepts everyone—my boss probably hasn’t even glanced at them.”
Now Cong Rong was the confused one. Was this guy the same as the one who flirted with her all the time?
Or was Wen Shaoqing a gentleman by day and a beast by night?
