Chapter 32 Lin Chaoyue silently turned her face...

Lin Chaoyue went upstairs with her little face puffed out, but when she came downstairs, she looked dejected, and the flesh on her cheeks had sunken.

"Pei Lu didn't approve it?"

Not only was it not approved, but she was also deeply hurt. Lin Chaoyue was extremely depressed and nodded with a long face: "It wasn't approved."

Wen Ya had interned before and had seen many people who were fired but refused to leave the law firm, but this was the first time she had seen someone who wanted to resign but was not approved.

She didn't have much experience in comforting people in this situation, so after thinking for a while, she said, "Lawyer Pei probably values ​​you highly and thinks you're the best candidate for his assistant. Good luck, I believe in you!"

She's heard this a lot lately.

The first two times I listened to it, I found it novel and my mind was still somewhat active. But after listening to it this time, she just slumped onto the table, took a deep breath with utter despair, and exhaled sadly.

"Let me have some peace and quiet."

"Okay, okay, be quiet, I'll go get back to work."

Wen Ya still had work to do, so she turned around and went back to her workstation, but returned a short while later.

But I'm not looking for her.

Instead, she looked for Yang Song, who was sitting nearby.

Wen Ya and Yang Song are now work partners, and they have been assigned to work on the same project.

They knew Lin Chaoyue was in a bad mood, so they deliberately lowered their voices when talking about work. But Lin Chaoyue was irritable, and her perceptions were amplified several times over. She could even hear the small fan on the next table, let alone the two adults talking next to her.

Lin Chaoyue sat up, propping herself up on her elbows, and looked at the two of them with one hand supporting her cheek.

"Did we disturb you?" Wen Ya asked.

"No, you guys do your work, I'm just listening to distract myself." Otherwise, her mind is too chaotic.

"Oh, okay."

Lin Chaoyue said she would listen, but Wen Ya and Yang Song both thought she was just changing her posture and spacing out.

On her first day at work, Lin Chaoyue brazenly slept on her desk, and her image of slacking off was deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Everyone in the institute assumed she was a complete slacker, and that she either got in through connections or she got in by sheer luck.

When people heard that she had passed the national bar exam during her undergraduate studies, no one believed it. When they heard that she had recently passed the New York State bar exam, they thought it was even more absurd.

Just treat it as a rumor.

Yang Song continued, "Some comments that weren't immediately deleted online have been downloaded, printed, and notarized, but there are still some crucial pieces of content that we need to sue the platform to obtain."

Wen Ya directly rejected the suggestion: "Yan Lu means that we need to get the evidence of that blogger's rumors in the next few days. We don't have that much time. That stupid blogger seems to think that the bookstore owner is an old man and that he won't do anything to him. He neither reconciles nor cooperates. I called him six times today. Except for the first one answered by his assistant, the rest were hung up."

"I heard the old man was so angry that he's still in the hospital. It's just a rumor. Even if the lawsuit is successful, the blogger will at most have to apologize and pay compensation. It's really infuriating."

Lin Chaoyue listened for a long time and finally understood.

It was a rumor spread casually by an online book blogger, who said that a bookstore in Ningcheng West District was selling pirated books and always trying to sell nostalgia by holding pretentious offline book clubs.

The boss is old and didn't use the internet before, so he didn't know about this. But last month, when he held an offline book club, a big fan of the blogger caused trouble and said some very extreme things, which made the boss so angry that he ended up in the hospital.

The boss's family contacted the blogger, but the blogger refused to apologize. The police couldn't do much either, so the family had to hire a lawyer, which is why they contacted them.

The case wasn't big, and after Yan Hong learned about it, she assigned the preliminary groundwork to Wen Ya and Yang Song.

Lin Chaoyue belatedly realized: "Wen Ya, do you work in litigation?"

Law firms generally offer two types of services: litigation services, which mainly involve handling cases that require litigation, and non-litigation services. For example, Pei Shuwen's team primarily works as a client in the capital market.

With Pei Shuwen's prestigious reputation as a backer, Juntian Liangmu has a large number of non-litigation cases. Most of the newly hired assistant lawyers are not sure about their future career path, and most of them are doing this.

She had no choice.

She assumed everyone was like her.

“Yes.” When this was mentioned, Wen Ya scratched her head a little embarrassedly: “When I was a kid, I watched a lot of legal dramas and I really wanted to go to court. I just didn’t expect these cases to be so infuriating, and there was nothing I could do about them.”

Lin Chaoyue rested her chin on her hand and casually said, "Why prosecute me for spreading rumors instead of for disturbing public order?"

"ah?"

Wen Ya was very surprised.

Lin Chaoyue thought she hadn't understood.

She repeated it again, and even silently memorized the legal provisions on spreading rumors and provoking trouble, to support the argument that prosecuting for provoking trouble was also a good option.

Yang Song picked up the legal statutes at hand, and Chao Wenya nodded. Lin Chaoyue was not only right, but almost word for word.

Yang Song's expression gradually became subtle, and he couldn't help but ask, "How do you remember it so clearly?"

“I took this exam when I was an undergraduate,” Lin Chaoyue said matter-of-factly. “Back then, the teacher highlighted this as an important point, saying it would definitely be on the exam.”

Undergraduate degree?

Yang Song counted on his fingers.

That happened several years ago.

Moreover, memorizing exam highlights and memorizing legal provisions word for word are two different things...

The two people in front of them both felt something was off, but neither of them had time to dwell on it too much, because Lin Chaoyue had indeed provided them with a new perspective.

If it's just that blogger spreading rumors online, then it definitely has nothing to do with provoking trouble.

Unfortunately, the blogger's fans, using his name, caused trouble offline, not only verbally abusing people but also smashing things. The bookstore owner is still in the hospital because of the anger...

Yang Song and Wen Ya exchanged a glance, feeling that there was hope for this.

"Let me ask Yan Lü," Yang Song typed rapidly.

Wen Ya was angry about this for several days, but she's finally calmed down now.

But she still complained about it: "These days, these bloggers and big V's, relying on their fans, don't treat people like human beings. They dare to say anything for a little traffic. Recently, there was a beauty big V, Liu Liu Jiang, who was waging a propaganda war against a very famous medical beauty company. She was really good at throwing mud at people, and even a company of that size was greatly affected."

"What was it called again... something about a creature, it was also commissioned to our institute, and I heard that Pei Lu personally took over the case..."

“Simei Biotechnology,” Lin Chaoyue blurted out.

"Yes, this is it, you know it? I heard this company is quite famous in the medical aesthetics industry, and it lost a lot of customers because of this incident. That's how consumers are, they don't care whether those negative news stories are true or false."

"It's said online that the boss of Simei Biotechnology got sick because of this and hasn't shown up for a long time."

"Get ill?"

"Yes, that's what everyone says online."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chaoyue's heart sank. She instinctively reached for her phone, but after searching the entire table without finding it, she belatedly realized that her phone was with Pei Shuwen. She then turned to open the computer and browse the web.

She didn't hear a word of what Wen Ya said after that.

I only remembered the word 'sick'.

Ms. Zhong has always been decisive and efficient. I have never seen her sick, and I rarely even see her tired.

With her fingers scrolling the mouse wheel non-stop, Lin Chaoyue easily spotted the four large characters 'Simei Biotechnology' in the most prominent position in the entertainment section.

On the left is a business photo of Ms. Zhong wearing an elegant suit.

On the right is Liu Liu Jiang. She is wearing a cartoon mask, has her hair in pigtails, and looks quite young.

The two photos are incongruous, presenting a stark contrast: a career-driven female boss versus a female college graduate who has only been out of school for a few years. Liu Liu Jiang is portrayed as the vulnerable party by onlookers, who simultaneously influence the direction of public opinion.

The more she looked, the more shocked and angry she became.

slander!

It's all slander!

The moment she switched to the webpage, she sent a message to Ms. Zhong, who was pinned to the top of her chat list.

She received a reply much faster than she had expected.

But none of the three voice messages were a reply from Zhong Ling.

"Yueyue, you saw the news online too? Your mother is fine here, your aunt is here, don't worry."

“I heard your mother sent you to Shuwen’s law firm. Your brother Shuwen is excellent and has a good personality. Learn from him. Your aunt will come to see you when she returns to China.”

"Auntie's busy now, you stay here and behave yourself... Oh, sis, please don't pull out the needle..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Mom seems to be really sick.

Lin Chaoyue was genuinely flustered this time; her legs even went weak when she stood up.

Just as she was about to go upstairs to get her phone, another message popped up in the chat box. This time it was from her aunt using her own WeChat account.

She quickly clicked on it; it was a photo.

On a sofa in a private hospital, Zhong Ling was receiving an IV drip in one hand while working with the other.

He still looked very energetic, and not a single strand of his hair was messy.

Aunt: Don't worry, your mom was just too busy and forgot to eat, so she has a little low blood sugar. It's nothing serious.

My aunt never lies to me.

But Lin Chaoyue was still inexplicably worried.

Driven by her sixth sense, she went upstairs anyway; she wanted to call her mother.

Pei Shuwen was still in a meeting, while Lin Chaoyue stood outside the meeting room pacing back and forth.

She was torn between waiting there or coming back later.

Feng Xiao suddenly walked up to her with a stack of documents in his arms.

"Lin Chaoyue, what are you doing standing here?"

Feng Xiao has a neat short haircut and wears high heels, exuding a powerful aura wherever she goes.

Lin Chaoyue knew she was Zhao Huai'an's person; she had met her a few times before. Each time, she could see the shadow of Ms. Zhong in Feng Xiao, so upon hearing the voice, Lin Chaoyue unconsciously stood up straight: "We are waiting for Pei Lu."

"Are you just going to stand here and wait like an idiot? He has a long agenda today, and you won't be able to see him before dinner. Come with me, I'll tell you about your new job."

Lin Chaoyue didn't actually understand what she meant, but she still followed her against her will.

"What new job?"

Zhao Huai'an went abroad for vacation.

Feng Xiao has been using his office recently.

Feng Xiao pushed open the door and unceremoniously went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water: "Weren't you going on a business trip with Pei Shuwen? You don't know anything and just went there to be a mascot? After all these years of schooling, you still have to relearn the basics. You need to work harder."

She really does look like Ms. Zhong.

Even their tone of voice is very similar.

Lin Chaoyue could throw a tantrum in front of Pei Shuwen, but when facing Feng Xiao, who was exactly like Ms. Zhong, Lin Chaoyue was incredibly obedient: "I've been trying hard lately."

While speaking, Lin Chaoyue glanced at Feng Xiao's phone twice.

When Feng Xiao heard that her phone had been confiscated, she proactively handed it over, saying, "Want to use it? Here you go."

"No need, no need, let's talk about work first."

Lin Chaoyue did have that thought just now, but she swore she only thought about it for a moment. She didn't expect Feng Xiao to have such strong insight. She only glanced at her once and she knew what she was thinking.

That's amazing.

"Curious how I guessed it?"

Lin Chaoyue blinked.

Feng Xiao chuckled and said seriously, "People who work on this floor can read minds. I bet you want to borrow my phone to call home. Am I right?"

Lin Chaoyue's eyes widened this time.

How did you know?

"Never mind how I know, just be more serious about your work from now on and stop slacking off. Pei Shuwen's guesses are much more accurate than mine."

"he?"

"What? You don't believe me?"

"I believe you." Lin Chaoyue nodded resignedly.

Having been tricked by Pei Shuwen so many times, why wouldn't she believe him?

That's good too; she can skip the roundabout way of speaking.

Pei Shuwen had just finished a meeting when Lin Chaoyue slipped into his office.

While still processing the work Feng Xiao had poured into her mind that afternoon, she reached out to Pei Shuwen: "Give me back my phone. My mother is sick. I want to make a call and ask her."

"Need not."

"What do you mean, 'not needed'?"

Just as Lin Chaoyue was about to complain about how heartless he was, Pei Shuwen's video conference was already connected.

"Shu Wen, Yueyue."

"..." Lin Chaoyue: "Mom?"

Zhong Ling coughed twice. The background noise was a bit noisy for the first few seconds, but it quickly quieted down.

Lin Chaoyue: "Are you sick? Is it serious? My aunt said you have low blood sugar..."

But people with low blood sugar shouldn't cough, right?

But her voice sounded the same as usual, and her complexion was also okay.

Lin Chaoyue finally felt a little relieved.

Zhong Ling had been exhausted lately, and upon hearing her daughter's voice, she softened considerably: "Mom's fine. How's work going? Have you caused any trouble for Brother Shuwen?"

Other things are fine.

Lin Chaoyue felt a little guilty about talking about this.

She had just submitted her resignation that morning and even gave a passionate speech about being content to be a couch potato. Pei Shuwen's memory shouldn't be that bad; she wouldn't have forgotten so quickly.

If he were to file a complaint at this juncture, Ms. Zhong would be so angry she'd get sick...

Lin Chaoyue silently moved her face out of the camera's view for two seconds, looking at Pei Shuwen with pleading eyes, her hands silently clasped together in prayer, her fingers hidden underneath almost leaving afterimages.

Don't say it, don't say it.

Please don't tell.