"Miss Qi, congratulations."
Helian Yi walked over with a smile.
"Lawyer Helian, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have won this case."
Qi Baotan sniffled, speaking earnestly and sincerely, "Thank you."
Helian Yi had heard many clients express their gratitude, but only this girl’s thanks felt genuinely heartfelt.
"It’s what I should do as a lawyer."
Helian Yi’s gaze landed on Shen You’an, raising an eyebrow, "We meet again."
She had been the bodyguard accompanying Feng Yueyang that day; unexpectedly, she also knew Qi Baotan.
Was Spring City really this small?
Shen You’an nodded lightly, "Lawyer Helian."
Although curious about this person, Helian Yi wasn’t one to pry into others’ privacy, so she simply nodded, "You all chat, I have other matters to attend to, I’ll be going now."
With those words, she turned and left, taking a phone call as she walked away.
It seemed Lawyer Helian’s reputation had soared in Spring City after this case, leaving her increasingly busy.
"An’an..." Qi Baotan casually looped her arm through hers, flashing a sweet smile.
"Can I call you that?"
Shen You’an smiled and nodded.
Qi Baotan’s grin nearly stretched to the back of her ears.
"Let me treat you to a meal."
"What do you like to eat?"
As Shen You’an was about to leave, she felt a gaze settle on her.
Turning back, Shen You’an saw Jiang Han standing not too far away, quietly watching her.
When Jiang Han noticed her looking over, he pressed his lips together, hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped closer.
"It’s you?" Qi Baotan immediately recognized Jiang Han.
The cool guy with a guitar whom she had encountered at the elevator entrance of Other Shore Entertainment the other day.
Shen You’an raised an eyebrow, "Didn’t think you’d attend the hearing too."
Jiang Han, in his previous life, had been a victim under the coercion of Cai Xiang. In this life, though spared from harm, he’d still been disgusted firsthand. Witnessing Cai Xiang’s downfall now brought him a sense of relief.
Jiang Han gave a faint "Hmm," and said, "Justice served."
Deep in his calm eyes, waves of revulsion quietly stirred.
"I have a saying for you both: Everything past is prologue, everything future is worth anticipating."
Qi Baotan and Jiang Han’s eyes trembled simultaneously, followed by radiant and liberated smiles that bloomed like sunflowers under the sun, brimming with vibrant energy.
Yesterday cannot be changed, tomorrow remains full of promise, and today must not be wasted.
"Come on, my treat," Shen You’an declared boldly with a wave of her hand, leading the two of them to feast heartily.
Fisherman’s Joy was a trendy restaurant requiring reservations in advance.
To celebrate Shen You’an, Chong Ming had lavishly booked a private room a day earlier.
At noon, when the three arrived, the restaurant was packed.
A row of waiting customers was seated on benches outside.
Shen You’an showed the reservation number Chong Ming had sent her to the server at the entrance.
The server glanced at it, "Please wait a moment."
Turning aside to make a phone call, he returned and said stiffly, "Apologies, your reservation has been canceled. If you’d like to dine, you’ll need to queue again."
With that, he pointed to the line of waiting customers nearby.
Shen You’an raised an eyebrow, speaking calmly, "Canceled?"
Her simple three words inexplicably made the server feel a sudden unease.
It was unnerving, but orders were orders from the manager—he didn’t dare defy them.
"That’s right, canceled. Please queue again."
Judging by their ordinary attire, all three seemed inconsequential and unlikely to cause a stir.
The server paid little attention to them.
This restaurant was extraordinarily popular online, perpetually crowded, with reservation slots even becoming a hot commodity.
It frequently hosted influencers and bloggers, broadcasting their visits live to huge audiences.
Impeccably dressed in designer labels, these internet celebrities boasted millions of followers, commanding plenty of attention.
Having seen so many influencers come and go, the server wasn’t impressed by these three plainly dressed individuals, and considered them irrelevant.
"An’an, let it go. Let’s find somewhere else to eat," Qi Baotan whispered.
She had worked part-time in restaurants before and knew that employees in big establishments often judged customers by appearances.
Shen You’an smiled faintly and said gently, "Tan’er, when people bully you, backing down will only embolden them."
Qi Baotan thought it over; the words made sense, but...
Shen You’an lifted her chin slightly, her gaze icy, "Get your manager to see me."
She didn’t want to make things difficult for the server; he was just an employee doing his job. The real person in charge was the manager.
The server, seeing her firmness, couldn’t help but warn, "What exactly do you intend to do?"