He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Jiang Yan scoffed, her tone dismissive, "Do I need to follow you?"

"Then what are you doing here?"

"If you can come, why can't I?"

He leisurely admired the paintings on the wall and casually said, "I'm here to collect art."

Siyi couldn't help but sneer, crossing her arms and retorting sharply, "You think you can collect art? Don't think you're really an emperor just because you're wearing a dragon robe."

Jiang Yan could tell that she was scolding him, but he showed no signs of being angry.

He still smiled flippantly, not forgetting to press the point, "What are you calling me? If I'm not an emperor, then I'm a eunuch, right?"

"You said it yourself, I never said you looked like a eunuch!"

She deliberately made her smile look malicious, emphasizing the last two words, while inwardly she couldn't help but feel a surge of malice.

I really hope that you, Jiang Yan, are a eunuch!

"You're secretly calling me a eunuch, aren't you?"

Jiang Yanhui seemed to have the ability to read minds, looking at her knowingly. His handsome face slowly moved closer, and the two of them were pressed together in an extremely ambiguous position. Siyi subconsciously wanted to lean back, but he quickly reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms. His deep voice carried a chillingly wicked quality, "Baby, don't you know whether I'm a man or not?"

"Jiang Yan, you—"

"Yan Hui, what are you doing here?"

Siyi hadn't even had a chance to utter the word "shameless" yet.

Suddenly, a woman's voice interrupted, calling his name in a sweet, almost dripping tone.

Siyi's heart skipped a beat, and she pushed him away forcefully. Jiang Yanhui also released her slender waist in the process.

"Just taking a look around. How's it going? Has everyone arrived yet?"

As he spoke, he reached out, and the graceful woman immediately leaned into his arms, looking coquettish. "He said there was a traffic jam, and we'll be there in five more minutes."

She paused, then let out a very aggrieved snort, "This time I'm going to bankrupt this gallery! This painting is clearly a fake, yet they dare to hang it up and embarrass themselves. I was just telling the truth, and that fat bastard almost tried to kill me..."

Siyi was standing at the very edge, originally intending to turn and leave, but before she could turn around, upon hearing the woman's words, she felt her eye twitch violently and instinctively looked up in the direction Jiang Yan had returned—

Sure enough, the woman clinging to him had a white gauze wrapped around her wrist. There was no mistake; the person who had argued with this fat Song must be this woman.

She felt a flock of crows fly overhead, and her temples throbbed violently.

What a twist of fate!

It seems that her hopes for an out-of-court settlement are almost certainly dashed.

"Miss Zhen?"

Fatty Song finished his work and came to find Siyi, but unexpectedly he saw the plaintiff who had argued with him in his shop that day.

His face lit up with joy, thinking it was all thanks to Siyi, and he quickly went to greet her—

"Attorney Ye, I didn't expect you to be so efficient. Is it really possible to reach an out-of-court settlement?"

"Mr. Song, actually I don't know."

Siyi considered for a moment before speaking, "I am your lawyer. Meeting the plaintiff requires the other party's consent, and I don't have her contact information."

"Attorney Ye, this..."

Just as Fatty Song was about to say something, the woman clinging to Jiang Yanhui sneered and interrupted, "Who do we have here? So this is the lawyer you hired, is that it?"

Her gaze swept unabashedly over Siyi, scrutinizing her from head to toe, a contemptuous smile always on her face. "Still thinking about an out-of-court settlement? Let me tell you, dream on! I've arranged for an expert to come over in a bit. He'll definitely find out this painting is a fake, you fatso, you'll be going to jail!"

Fatty Song's expression changed drastically. He turned to look at Siyi, "Attorney Ye, this matter... didn't you say you could help me settle this out of court? I really don't want to make a big fuss, what do you think..."

"Mr. Song, please don't be anxious."

Siyi kept her composure. Putting aside personal relationships, she maintained a professional demeanor and looked at the woman clinging to Jiang Yan Hui, saying, "Ms. Zhen? I apologize for this abrupt meeting. I am Mr. Song's lawyer. If possible, could you please discuss your losses? Perhaps we could consider an out-of-court settlement?"

"You and my lawyer should talk."

That woman surnamed Zhen was as arrogant as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

She reached out and tugged at her long hair. "But I can tell you, it's impossible! I'm here to eradicate these kinds of charlatans and fakes from society, you know? His painting is a forgery, it's fake, and he hangs it here all day long to deceive the public. He should be arrested and imprisoned."

Siyi's breath hitched, but her eyes subconsciously swept towards Jiang Yanhui beside her.

His wicked, alluring eyes, gleaming with iridescent light, were fixed on her face the entire time, until she turned around.

His eyes flashed, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Siyi felt her heart skip two beats.

Their eyes met, and Siyi could glean so much information from them—

He was waiting for himself to admit defeat.

She knew perfectly well that, regardless of whether it was a coincidence or not, Jiang Yan was just waiting for her to bow down and admit defeat.

She subconsciously clenched her hands at her sides and slowly regulated her breathing. "In that case, let's proceed with the formalities."

She raised an eyebrow and turned to Fatty Song nonchalantly, saying, "Boss Song, I'm just your lawyer. If they really refuse to settle out of court, there's nothing I can do. But if it really goes to court, it will be based on evidence. My professional advice is—if they bring in experts to assess the case, I think you should also bring in an expert."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

She doesn't mind losing the lawsuit, but she will never bow down to Jiang Yanhui.

Besides, whether it's a fake or not has little to do with her; she only wants to handle assault cases.

"Attorney Ye, I'm begging you!"

Suddenly, there was a thud behind her, and Siyi was frozen in place as soon as she turned around.

She instinctively turned around and, sure enough, saw that Fatty Song had already knelt down—

"I beg you, it's my fault, but we can't go to court. You can offer any compensation you want. Let's settle out of court, okay? My whole family depends on this gallery for a living, and I have a wife who needs dialysis all the time... I can't get into legal trouble..."