"Really? How confident are you?" she asked.
Tang Song pondered for a moment and said, "The chances of winning are very slim, the other party has all their paperwork in order; there’s simply no way to beat them."
"Then why do you still take on this case?"
Normally, he wouldn’t take such cases, and even if he did, it wouldn’t be him personally handling them.
He had many lawyers working for him, any one of whom was highly skilled; he himself was a master among masters, dealing with major cases that could earn him tens of millions in a single go.
The reason he took this minor case was because of the location, where she lived.
He thought, by taking the case, he might get to see her; he didn’t expect to actually encounter her.
"As lawyers, we can’t refuse a client without a special circumstance. Besides, as a lawyer, one should experience different kinds of cases. Even with a small chance of victory, one must give their all; you never know, you might learn a lot from it."
Mo Ran nodded constantly as she listened, "Right, that’s how it should be. You’re so impressive, no wonder you’ve opened your own law firm at such a young age."
Tang Song smiled faintly, saying nothing.
He wasn’t that impressive; if he were, he wouldn’t have let Gu Yixuan take her away from him time and again.
After chatting for a bit longer, Tang Song noticed Mo Ran’s awkwardness and offered to leave on his own; he couldn’t be too hasty, or he would scare her.
After seeing off Tang Song, Mo Ran felt a tinge of melancholy. Why did fate make her meet him again? There was clearly no possibility between them, yet they kept meeting each other again and again.
Is it just to torment them intentionally?
Perhaps the connection between them was not yet at its end, or maybe, it was just a simple encounter.
The next day, Mo Ran still didn’t go to work. During lunchtime, someone rang the doorbell; she went to open the door, and it was Tang Song.
He smiled at her and said, "I just made a visit to Old Li’s house, and I got hungry on the way out. Thinking you must be having lunch, I decided to come over and mooch a meal. You wouldn’t turn me away, would you?"
"Why would I? I was just starting to eat. If you don’t mind, please join me," Mo Ran said, stepping aside to let him in.
Tang Song entered the house, clearly less formal than the day before, as if he was in his own place. He first checked the food on the living room table, then went to the kitchen to fetch a set of chopsticks and a bowl. This update is available on N0veI.Fiɾe.net
Seeing his self-reliance, Mo Ran just let him be.
After serving himself some rice, he sat down opposite her and commented on the two dishes and a soup, "You’ve made quite a feast; it looks delicious."