Chapter 21 How did Attorney Song resolve this last night?

He suddenly asked, "What does this mean?"

Mrs. Feng was in so much pain from being choked that she tried to appease him, saying, "I... I was just teaching her a lesson for you... Who told her to ruin our cooperation?"

"I hope this is the last time. If you dare to do it again, I'll make you taste what it's like to get beaten up," Song Yanzhi warned coldly, throwing her to the ground.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Madam Feng lay sprawled on the ground, clutching her neck and gasping for breath. After a while, she asked incredulously:

"Is Attorney Song trying to help her?"

"She's now one of my lawyers, so you'd better not get your hands on her." He said coldly, extinguished his cigarette, stood up, and left.

Madam Feng slammed her fist on the ground in anger, her face dark and brooding. She could forgive not sleeping with him tonight, but she never expected him to defend that woman—

Ha, would I be afraid of his warning?

She was determined to teach that woman a lesson she wouldn't dare to pursue the lawsuit!

On his way home, Song Yanzhi suddenly felt an inexplicable heat in his body, as if a ball of fire was gathering in his lower abdomen, beyond his control.

Could there be something wrong with the glass of red wine I just drank?

His eyes darkened; he was the kind of person who always held grudges—he picked up his phone and dialed a number, then gave the following instructions after the call connected:

"Go and teach someone a lesson."

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When he got home, he suddenly saw light coming from under the door. He unlocked the door with his fingerprint and opened it, and sure enough, he saw her in the living room playing fetch with the dog.

Nan Xia turned back to look at him, frowning. He's back so soon? She should have known better than to come feed the dogs—

She indifferently withdrew her gaze and explained coldly, "I only came because I couldn't bear to see the mine owner go hungry."

“Mine owner, come here…” Song Yanzhi deliberately called it by its new name.

Zhizhi squatted on the ground, her big, sky-blue eyes staring at him without moving for a long time, showing absolutely no interest in that name.

"See? It doesn't like that name. Don't change it. It sounds awful." He said in a deep voice, then called out again, "Zhizhi, come here."

Upon hearing the name, the dog immediately stood up, wagging its big tail and hopping and skipping towards him. It wanted to pounce on him but didn't dare, and could only keep circling around its male owner.

Song Yanzhi never let it pounce on him.

Nanxia looked at the dog, rubbing her forehead with one hand, feeling frustrated. She had been calling its new name repeatedly, but the dog just wouldn't respond.

It's very obedient when you call it 'Zhizhi'.

Song Yanzhi rubbed the dog's head a few times, then looked at the woman and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Let's go back to eat, I'm leaving." She went to the sofa to get her handbag, and when she walked to his side, he suddenly grabbed her arm.

Song Yanzhi suppressed the heat in his body, but seeing her seemed to intensify that impulse.

"Let's eat here, there are still dumplings in the fridge."

"No need, I just came to feed Zhizhi."

Does this man have schizophrenia? He was just plotting with others to scheme against me, and now he's inviting me to dinner?

Nan Xia removed his hand, coldly finished speaking, and was about to leave when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. With just a gentle tug, she uncontrollably crashed into his arms!

She raised her hand and slapped him in the chest. "What are you doing?"

Song Yanzhi looked down at her, his eyes swirling with desire. "Attorney Nan has teased me so many times, how about we do her a favor tonight?"

Why would he say that for no reason?

Nan Xia carefully scanned him from head to toe, only then noticing that his skin was slightly red. Could it be that someone...? She couldn't help but laugh. Which woman did this?

This man is a walking embodiment of male hormones; it's normal to want to sleep with him.

"Hmph, you've bullied me, and you want me to be your antidote? Dream on, go soak yourself in cold water." Didn't he know she was on her period?

Could it be that he wants her to use…? Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the hand he was holding…

"Name your price." Song Yanzhi knew she liked money.

Nan Xia kicked him angrily. Did he think she was a hostess at a nightclub, and he was going to ask for a price? If she agreed, wouldn't he start treating her like a prostitute?

No one should be inferior to him.

"Take care of it yourself."

Nan Xia shook off his hand and left quickly. Didn't he like his gentle assistant? He could have just called her over!

The following morning.

Neither of them went to Ruifeng; both were at their respective law firms dealing with other cases.

In Nanxia's office, General Manager Feng sat diagonally opposite her on the sofa, asking her with some concern:

"Does Attorney Nan have a chance of winning this case? After all, this group belongs to my wife's family. I can choose not to fight her for the assets, but the group must belong to me."

"Mr. Feng, your wife must have always looked down on you, right?" she asked.

After a moment of silence and a grim expression, General Manager Feng spoke frankly:

“I’m just a poor guy from a small city. When I married into her family, I had nothing but my education. She’s a rich heiress. Even if I make her family’s business thrive, even if I serve them tea and water every day and wash her parents’ feet, in their eyes… I’m still lowly.”

“Then I suggest you fight to the end if you’re going to fight. Don’t you want to get revenge? Even if you only want the company, your wife has plenty of connections to destroy you as long as she has money.” Nan Xia said to him again.

Upon hearing her words, Mr. Feng clenched his fist, as if making a firm decision. "Then I'll listen to you!"

"Does your wife have any other men?" she asked again.

"...Yes, there are plenty." His expression darkened further. Even if she was keeping men, he could only turn a blind eye.

"Has the group designated a successor?" Nan Xia asked again.

“Yes, her father had already made a will, it was his daughter…” Mr. Feng said, frowning.

"In that case, you can take advantage of the present to undertake a few more projects, transfer the money to a safe account, and keep the group in a loss-making state. After your divorce, you can then acquire it for yourself."

"When that time comes, your wife's family will definitely come begging to you, and that's when you can vent your anger." Nanxia gave him a dirty trick.

This underhanded trick could also leave Mrs. Feng with a huge debt—

Looking at this woman, Mr. Feng had only heard that she was very capable before, but after getting to know her, he was truly impressed.

After chatting with Mr. Feng, Nan Xia went to the break room to make coffee and saw Song Yanzhi there as well. The two exchanged a glance, and she walked over, smiling as she asked:

"How did Attorney Song resolve this last night?"

"So you want to know?" He asked calmly, standing by the coffee machine, brewing himself a cup. The ones his assistant and secretary had made weren't to his taste.

Nanxia walked up to him and suddenly nudged his arm. "Yes, I do."

"Didn't you recommend a gentle and obedient assistant to me?" Song Yanzhi raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.

Upon hearing his words, Nan Xia's expression stiffened slightly. Had he really called his assistant over last night?

"Is Attorney Nan regretting not staying last night?"

He had one hand in his pocket, and lazily poured the freshly brewed coffee into a cup with the other, without even looking at her, his tone so nonchalant.