Tang and Song Law Firm

Because their eyes met, Shen Bining immediately sensed the change in Tang Hui's gaze after saying that name.

His gaze shifted from curiosity and inquiry to shock and anger, and finally to indifference and disgust.

This was the first time Shen Bining had been stared at like that by a stranger. For a few moments, she even felt that Tang Hui wanted to stand up, bend down, and grab her by the neck.

His alluring peach blossom eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred and disgust, whether directed at Zhou Nianhua or at her, it was unclear.

Shen Bining had no doubt that Tang Hui had used all his strength and lifelong upbringing to restrain his impulse and not lay a hand on her, a woman.

The resentment and anger in Tang Hui's eyes were clearly telling her why, after so many years, she wanted him to remember that person and that event again.

Some people and some things are taboo in a person's heart, buried layer by layer, and cannot be mentioned or touched, otherwise the outer protective film will fall off at any time, revealing the bloody and festering wound inside.

Those wounds are lifelong; they've never truly healed.

The two remained locked in a standoff for an unknown period of time, long enough that Shen Bining felt deeply guilty, realizing that her actions had profoundly hurt Tang Hui.

"How about we just forget about it, pretend we didn't finish our work, apologize to Tang, and leave?"

The thought flashed through Shen Bining's mind instantly. After hesitating for two seconds, she gritted her teeth and decided to give up today's task.

However, before Shen Bining could speak, Tang Hui's voice rang out again.

Unlike his previous gentle and pleasant voice, his voice was icy cold, as if it could freeze you. "I don't know Zhou Nianhua. You've got the wrong person."

He suppressed his anger, but his deep-seated hatred was still expressed through his voice.

As if finding a way out, Shen Bining immediately stood up and continued along with Tang Hui's words.

"Perhaps I've got the wrong person. I'm sorry to have taken up your precious time. Goodbye."

She got up to leave, deciding to play along with Tang Hui's act, pretending she had never been there and that he didn't know her.

Since it's a painful memory, and the person involved doesn't want to bring it up again, she, as a doctor, should respect that; this is one of the principles of their end-of-life care services.

Shen Bining nodded apologetically to Tang Hui and walked towards the door.

*

"Hello, everybody, are you having a good time at work?"

It was almost ten o'clock when Song Ziyi, dressed in the latest Armani suit, finally arrived late. He carried coffee prepared for his employees in both hands and greeted them enthusiastically but in a flamboyant manner.

Song Ziyi is the kind of person whose appearance and inner self are very different. He is gentle and handsome, and with his identity as a lawyer, anyone who doesn't know him well will think he is a gentle and refined professional elite when they see him for the first time.

He's definitely the type that girls would love.

But once you get to know Song Ziyi, you realize how intimidating his face and lawyer identity really are.

Because in private he's a bit of a brooding, quirky, and somewhat loudmouthed person. In short, he doesn't resemble a professional, elite lawyer at all.

What's most surprising is that he and Tang Hui are completely different in personality, like night and day. In most people's eyes, they should be the kind of people who can't stand each other and think the other is an idiot.

But the two of them had a very good relationship, so good that if Song Ziyi didn't have a girlfriend he had been in love with for many years, many people would mistakenly think that he and Tang Hui were a couple.

However, Song Ziyi was only acting crazy in private. When it came to real cases, he was more professional than anyone else and had excellent business skills. Even someone as arrogant and conceited as Tang Hui respected him.

Of course, Tang Hui would never admit it.

Not only will they not admit it, they'll also criticize it relentlessly.

Tang Hui and Song Ziyi were alumni of the same university in the United States. Song Ziyi was three years older than Tang Hui, and they had always been very close.

While in the United States, the two interned at a very prestigious law firm and fought several high-profile cases together.

They were not only renowned in the local Chinese community, but even the most arrogant white lawyers praised these two talented and hardworking young people.

Just when everyone thought the two promising young men would stay in the United States and make a name for themselves, they suddenly resigned from their jobs as lawyers and returned to China.

Back in H City, the two like-minded friends opened a law firm together. They were already well-educated and had a proven track record, and with the help of their wealthy friend, the firm flourished in less than a year, making a fortune.

The law firm is quite large, with about twenty people in total, including the boss, senior lawyers, and various employees. Apart from a couple of senior lawyers who are veterans with many years of experience, the rest are all young people.

The workplace requirements of today's young people are naturally different, which is why they prefer Song Ziyi as their boss.

Admittedly, Tang Hui is highly capable, hardworking, and most importantly, handsome. The young male lawyers admire him greatly and secretly idolize him; not to mention the girls, who often get together to swoon over him.

However, their feelings for Tang Hui only went as far as admiration and infatuation; they didn't dare to go any further.

To them, Tang Hui seemed to be forever standing on a cloud, something for ordinary people like them to look up at but not to approach.

In fact, Tang Hui had discussed the employees' attitudes towards him quite a bit in private with Song Ziyi, and he also felt frustrated.

He was by no means the arrogant and rude person who kept people at arm's length; he also wanted to get close to his employees.

However, his outstanding qualities and aloof personality meant that he wouldn't have many friends. Even though his employees knew he was a good boss, they still didn't dare to be disrespectful in front of him.

After listening to Tang Hui's complaints, Song Ziyi couldn't help but retort, "Brother, you never smile. You always have a cold face, like someone owes you lawyer fees. Who would dare to get close to you? Learn from your brother. I have a bright smile, a sunny personality, am cheerful and talkative, have a good temper, a sweet tongue, and lots of jokes. Of course, everyone loves me."

Tang Hui glanced coldly at Song Ziyi and commented incisively, "A repressed pervert, shameless."

Song Ziyi: ...Damn it, why are you making personal attacks? Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation.

Song Ziyi was not exaggerating at all; he was well-liked wherever he went.

At the law firm, he could get along well with all the employees, treating them like brothers and sisters; outside, he had many friends. Even many of the clients who came to him for litigation became his friends after the case was over, often going out for meals and drinks together.

Those customers would even send him WeChat greetings during holidays.

Song Ziyi is not only easygoing and approachable, but his work style is also modeled after Western countries. He gives his employees absolute respect and freedom, and never uses rigid company rules to restrict anyone.

In his words, as long as you can complete the tasks I assign you well, then any other details are insignificant. You can be late or leave early, you can eat takeout, chat on WeChat, or play games during work hours, as long as it doesn't affect your work.

If you do your job well, everything is fine; but if you don't, I'm sorry, my little temple doesn't support idlers. No matter how hard you try, it's all useless in my eyes. Let's part ways amicably.

But young people these days love this kind of thing. In Song Ziyi's almost "free-range" work mode, the firm's employees rarely disappoint him.

Everyone conscientiously does their job, hoping to stay here. After all, this law firm offers high salaries and its corporate culture is quite appealing to contemporary young people.

Moreover, the two bosses are quite different: one is witty and flamboyant, and the other is even better looking than a celebrity.

*

Song Ziyi, carrying the energy-boosting coffee he bought for his employees, swaggered into the office, expecting the group of foodies to rush over as usual, snatching the delicious coffee from his hand while exchanging a few banter with him.

To his surprise, no one paid any attention to him.

Song Ziyi looked closely and saw that his subordinates were gathered in twos and threes, talking incoherently.

They were so engrossed in their discussion, their faces beaming with excitement, that no one noticed his arrival.

This unusual situation stunned Song Ziyi. After a moment, he walked towards the employees and raised his voice.

"You guys were discussing the case, didn't even notice I was here. As your boss, I'm very pleased to see everyone working so hard on their own initiative."

As he made these jokes, he walked over to the group.

Only then did the employees notice their boss's presence. They all looked up, dozens of eyes fixed on Song Ziyi, each with a fanatical gaze, and a few even sporting eerie smiles.

Song Ziyi gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine. A scream was about to escape his throat, but he managed to choke it back down.

Good heavens, are these people collectively infected with some kind of virus? Their expressions and eyes are terrifying. Song Ziyi felt a sense of being watched and inexplicably thought of those zombie movies.

At that moment, he felt as if he were surrounded by a group of zombies, and his tender flesh was the most delicious food for these zombies.

Song Ziyi involuntarily took a half step back and cried out in terror, "What are you doing? Don't come any closer!"

Her voice trembled with fear, and her expression was terrified and pitiful, like a helpless girl being targeted by a group of thugs.

Ye Zhongxuan took the lead, strode forward and grabbed Song Ziyi, leading him into the crowd, while mysteriously saying, "I have something to ask you."

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Let's talk this out. Don't get physical." Song Ziyi rolled his eyes. Ye Zhongxuan's words just now made him realize what kind of trouble these people had gotten into again.

They must be looking for something to gossip about.

Moreover, it's highly likely that it's related to the Tang Dynasty.

Song Ziyi was pulled into the crowd, and everyone quickly surrounded him, asking him a barrage of questions.