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

"You're quite a joke, coming up with such a lie. Besides, what does having a wife who needs dialysis have to do with you selling fake paintings?"

The woman surnamed Zhen remained completely unmoved, casually fiddling with her dazzlingly painted nails. "Now you know how to kneel and beg for mercy? You were so arrogant in front of me the other day, and you even hurt my wrist. Just wait and see if you end up in court!"

“Miss Zhen, I didn’t hurt your wrist. You hurt it yourself that day by accident…”

Fatty Song's face was deathly pale as he hurriedly tried to clarify, "I...I really didn't mean to be mean to you. I was just...I was in such a hurry that day, but I didn't cause your injury."

"You're talking nonsense!" the woman stomped her foot.

She hugged Jiang Yan Hui sweetly and said coquettishly, "Yan Hui, look at you, you're still turning around and biting back, you're really unrepentant!"

Siyi stood in the middle of the four people and subconsciously glanced at the woman surnamed Zhen.

His gaze shifted slightly and landed on Jiang Yan Hui again. Jiang Yan Hui was still looking at him with that lazy, half-smiling gaze.

Her heart sank; she knew perfectly well that he was just waiting for her to admit defeat.

Her hands clenched unconsciously. She looked away and saw her client kneeling there, a grown man, as others had already said.

He had plenty of money, yet he abandoned even his dignity.

She thought that what Fatty Song had just said must be true, and that the plaintiff was obviously arrogant.

However, these things were not within her control; she was a lawyer.

If it's a matter of official business, she can't do anything about Fatty Song's request.

"Mr. Song, please get up." Unable to remain indifferent after all, she bent down to help Fatty Song up, then, after a moment's thought, asked, "Are there any security cameras in this store?"

"The surveillance cameras broke down a while ago and haven't been fixed yet..."

It really is like when it rains it pours!

Siyi sighed heavily.

Finally, she looked up at the woman beside Jiang Yan and said, "Ms. Zhen, it's not convenient for us to say anything today. How about this, we have an appointment with a lawyer tomorrow, and we can talk then..."

"Can't you understand human language?"

The woman coldly interrupted her, "I said there will be no out-of-court settlement. Aren't you this fat man's lawyer? Then go back and wait to lose the case!"

Siyi took a deep breath and nodded, "In that case, okay."

She turned to Fatty Song and said, "Mr. Song, please contact me if you need anything. I'll be going now."

It's not that she can't afford to lose the lawsuit, it's just that she absolutely cannot bow down and admit defeat to someone like Jiang Yanhui.

"Attorney Ye... Attorney Ye..."

Let's settle out of court.

Fatty Song was in a hurry to catch up with Siyi.

Suddenly, a deep male voice slowly interrupted.

Everyone paused, and Siyi instinctively turned her head, only to see the woman's meticulously manicured eyebrows suddenly furrow—

"Yan Hui, what are you saying? I won't settle out of court, that fat bastard..."

“I said—an out-of-court settlement.”

Jiang Yanhui had already put away his lazy smile, and his gaze toward his female companion slowly turned cold. However, Siyi clearly saw a complex light in his eyes as he swept toward Fatty Song, a mixture of envy, sympathy, and bewilderment.

She hadn't had time to see it clearly yet.

He had already brushed the woman's hand away and walked straight out of the art shop.

"Attorney Ye, thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

After Jiang Yan left with that woman, Fatty Song practically knelt down before Siyi again, which made Siyi feel a little embarrassed.

“Mr. Song, please don’t do this. This is actually none of my business. It’s just that the parties involved are willing to settle out of court. I will arrange for a lawyer to help you with all the formalities.”

"No, no, thank you so much, really..."

"Alright, Mr. Song, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

She walked to the door, then suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to Fatty Song, "Actually, this painting isn't really suitable to hang here, Mr. Song. Why don't you consider changing it?"

"I know I know."

Fatty Song nodded hurriedly, "Attorney Ye, I've learned my lesson. I'll have someone remove it immediately. Thank you, Attorney Ye, thank you so much."

As Siyi got into the car, Jiang Yan's last concise sentence kept echoing in her mind.

She had always thought that even if this wasn't a coincidence, Jiang Yan would definitely take advantage of the situation.

From the very beginning, wasn't the way he looked at her a clear reminder that what he wanted was for her to give in?

But she didn't say anything, and he suddenly turned his gun around.

Why is it?

Is it really just a laughable sudden pang of conscience?

Siyi reached out and pressed her temples, secretly laughing at herself for being so naive. Could someone like him possibly have any conscience?

Perhaps he's just bored, or maybe he doesn't want his new lover to end up in court...

No matter what the reason, it can't be a reason for him to have a change of heart!

Because someone like him has no heart at all.

She took a deep breath, shook her head vigorously, and decided to stop thinking about everything related to that man. Anyway, this matter could be resolved satisfactorily.

She started the engine and slowly reversed the car out of the rearview mirror, but as soon as the car turned out, she saw two figures, one large and one small, in the mirror.

The car window was open the whole time. There were no cars at the entrance to the parking lot. It was empty except for the sound of my own car engine, buzzing like countless bees buzzing around my ears.

Siyi didn't know why, but she instinctively stepped on the brake and turned off the car. Suddenly, the sounds outside became exceptionally clear—

"...Tell your brother why you cried, okay?"

"Mommy...I can't find Mommy..."

Siyi gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, her dark eyes wide open, because she really wanted to see if the man squatting in front of the little girl was Jiang Yanhui.

But that unparalleled handsome face was so clearly reflected in his rearview mirror, and that magnetic voice was like a fine wine that had been aged for years.

So familiar, yet so strange.

When had she ever seen Jiang Yanhui like this before?

He actually reached out to wipe away a little girl's tears, "Can't find your mom? Do you remember her phone number? Let me call her for you, okay?"

"Baby, baby... Mommy's here, Mommy's here."

Soon a woman's voice came from afar. Siyi watched as Jiang Yan stood up, until the woman rushed in front of them, picked up her daughter, and thanked him repeatedly.

He remained as approachable as ever, with no trace of the coldness and aloofness in his eyes.

Finally, she reached out and ruffled the little girl's hair, gently saying, "You can't be so naughty next time; you have to stay close to Mommy."

…………

Siyi was almost dumbfounded.

She felt she must be hallucinating.

It must be a hallucination.

That man just now... was he... was he Jiang Yan Hui?

Is he the Jiang Yanhui I know?

Her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but press her hand to her chest.

His dark eyes remained fixed on the rearview mirror, watching him until he got into the car.

The expensive sports car made a turn and drove straight out of the parking lot.

But her thoughts remained unsettled for a long time...