Chapter 82 Chapter 82 "Ms. Lin, your husband is a lawyer...
Qin Yi's eyes, which had only been slightly red just now, felt a little warm, and the fear in his heart disappeared. "Ms. Lin."
She felt like crying for no reason.
Lin Qianyuan looked at her arm, which still had a red mark on it, and sighed softly, "I really don't want to do it myself."
She said this in a very soft voice, as if she was talking to herself. Her brows knitted together as she finished, "Dirty."
A bottle in her hand fell to the ground and almost hit the man's foot. The man instinctively dodged, and his cell phone fell. He bent down and picked it up.
The man recognized Lin Qianyuan's identity the first time he saw her and didn't dare to provoke her easily, but he still felt angry in his heart, especially in the current situation.
He was disdainful. Seeing Qin Yiyu trying to reach out her hand, he grabbed it and glared at her fiercely. "I pushed you whenever I wanted to. If you did something wrong, what's wrong with me pushing you a few times? What's your opinion?"
Lin Qianyuan looked at him coldly and hit his arm violently with the remaining mineral water bottle in her hand. He pulled it back in pain, but she was not going to let him go. She continued to poke the area near his collarbone with the bottle, one after another, forcing him to retreat.
She was so strong that the man couldn't help but scream and tried to snatch the thing from her hand in frustration.
Lin Qianyuan quickly stopped what he was doing and smiled, "I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on a piece of junk. I can just push it away if I want to. What's your opinion?"
"Lin Qianyuan," Yang Yicheng said, completely tearing his face apart, "Who do you think you are?"
He just received a call. His work was not shortlisted for this year's Oil Painting Society Exhibition. Compared with previous years, the list of painters has not changed much. They are all familiar names in the circle, but how could she be included and occupy a place?
Yang Yicheng was a little annoyed and habitually wanted to raise his hand to punch the person in front of him.
Lin Qianyuan sensed something and blocked it with his hand. Then he quickly grabbed his hair, his eyebrows drooping, but his expression was indifferent. "You can't keep your hands still, right?"
The man's scalp was tightened by her pulling, and he screamed loudly. The staff around were attracted by the sound and automatically gathered together in groups of three or four.
At 10:30 in the morning, Pei Lanqing came out of the detention center after meeting with the client. On his way back to the law firm, he received a call from Uncle Chen. Surprised, he pulled over to the side of the road and answered the call.
Uncle Chen lowered the car window and looked outside frequently. When he heard the phone being connected, he immediately said, "Lan Qing, something has suddenly happened to Miss Lin."
Uncle Chen was a little anxious, "Can you come over now?"
Pei Lanqing paused and asked a few simple questions. He didn't hesitate, "I'll be there right away."
Inside the police station.
Qin Yi looked down at Lin Qianyuan's wrist, wanting to touch it but not daring to, anxiously asked, "Ms. Lin, why is your hand injured and bleeding?"
Her eyes suddenly turned red, but she desperately held back her tears. She looked up and politely asked, "Mr. Policeman, do you have any wet wipes?" After that, she looked in Yang Yicheng's direction and said angrily, "My boss is clearly not at fault. He was the one who started it. If you insist on pursuing this, I'll just stay here alone. This is none of my boss's business."
"It's none of her business?" Yang Yicheng covered his head, his eyes still black. He raised his hand and pointed at Lin Qianyuan, "Comrade police officer, she was the one who did it. I'm going to sue her."
Qin Yi stood up, his momentum unyielding, "Why do you want to sue Miss Lin?"
Seeing this, the young policeman put down the pen he was taking notes from, stood up and patted the table, "Everyone, be quiet. This is the police station, not the vegetable market downstairs from your house."
The person sitting silently on the side made some movement, looked at him calmly with no warmth in his eyes, then looked at the hand he was using to slap the table, as if he thought he was not quiet either.
The police officer's expression paused, and she was about to say something when the glass door not far from her was opened.
Someone comes in.
The policeman saw who was coming and was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously stood up straighter and then greeted him in a familiar tone, "Lawyer Pei."
Pei Lanqing nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Lin Qianyuan. Noticing the wound on her hand, he looked at her and quickly looked away.
Pei Lanqing's expression wasn't good at all, but rather darkened. "I'll take care of her affairs."
Qin Yi was stunned when he heard this, with a look of surprise on his face. He then moved closer to Lin Qianyuan and asked softly, "Ms. Lin, is your husband a lawyer?"
Lin Qianyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he lowered his head to look at his hands, "Hmm."
Yang Yicheng, who was standing nearby, also noticed the wedding ring on Pei Lanqing's hand and shouted, "This isn't fair. They're a family, so he must be..."
Pei Lan glanced at him. He had seen this kind of people before, not to mention that he had just left the detention center. His expression was indifferent, but with an irresistible pressure. "What are you arguing about?"
Yang Yicheng couldn't stand this kind of look. After a few seconds, his voice gradually lowered and he fell silent for a while.
Pei Lanqing pulled out a chair and sat across from the police officer. "Currently, there's no law or regulation explicitly prohibiting lawyers from representing or defending their own relatives or friends. If you have any objections, you can file a complaint with the Bar Association. My name is Pei Lanqing."
The police officer looked in that direction and saw that the man had finally calmed down. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned the computer screen around. "Lawyer Pei, this is the on-site video."
He frowned. "It looks like a fight, which violates public security regulations. Generally speaking, both parties agree to mediate privately, but this person..."
The police pointed at Yang Yicheng in the surveillance video and said, "He refused to accept mediation and insisted that the other party pay the price."
Pei Lanqing watched the entire video in silence, then turned to look at Lin Qianyuan's hand and asked, "Don't accept mediation?"
He circled a paused portion of the surveillance video, where blood was clearly visible on Lin Qianyuan's hand. He nodded, "It just so happens that I don't think this is a fight, but rather a conflict caused by one-sided provocation. My client simply took action to stop and protect herself from unlawful assault. Her actions were entirely defensive, and she had no intention of engaging in a fight. The law doesn't require victims to remain absolutely passive when facing violence."
"This..." The police looked at it carefully again and found that after Lin Qianyuan grabbed the man's hair, the two disappeared briefly in the picture. When they reappeared, there was blood on Lin Qianyuan's hands.
According to the oral statement just now, the man said that the woman pulled her head and banged it against the picture frame, but hitting the picture frame did not cut her hand, so it could only be that she was cut by something before pulling her hair.
She once blocked the man's attack with her hands.
Yang Yicheng's eyes were darkening at this moment, and he didn't even bother to cover his head tightly. He waved his hands and shouted to clarify, "I didn't hurt her there. How could I hurt her with my bare hands?"
Pei Lanqing's expression changed when he heard this. "Unarmed? There were clearly so many broken glass fragments at the scene. These could have been used as tools at any time. How could he have said unarmed?"
"I...I really didn't take it," he said, then he remembered something and tried to explain: "I just picked up the phone. Those fragments had nothing to do with me."
Yang Yicheng was a little anxious and turned to look at the other side. "Comrade police officer, please say something for me. I swear that everything I said just now is the truth. There is absolutely no falsehood. This really has nothing to do with me."
The policeman looked embarrassed, wondering what you were doing before and why you are saying this now.
Pei Lanqing continued to look at him indifferently, his tone calm, "You violently assaulted someone in public without reason, causing personal injury. According to Article 43 of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, this constitutes an illegal act. I will make a preliminary calculation of the losses suffered by the parties involved later. You have the right to disagree, and we will pursue all legal responsibilities in accordance with the law."
"Wait." Yang Yicheng's face turned extremely pale in an instant. "I don't want to check the injuries. I want to mediate."
When Qin saw the embarrassed look of him with the bag on his head and shaking his head, he felt very angry. He still wanted Miss Lin to compensate him with a large sum of money, or meet him in court. How could he have the nerve to do that?
As she was thinking, Qin Yi noticed out of the corner of her eye that Lin Qianyuan seemed to be staring at Pei Lanqing. She gave up the idea of talking to her and secretly worried about her injured hand.
Pei Lanqing turned slightly to the side and noticed the people around him staring at him. He smiled at her very faintly and asked for her opinion, "Do you agree to mediation?"
Lin Qianyuan nodded, "Okay."
Pei Lanqing looked down at her hands, then immediately put his thoughts aside and started to handle the paperwork for her.
After they finished the formalities and got in the car, he dared to hold her wrist, wiped the blood off with a wet tissue, and couldn't help asking her, "Does it hurt?"
I just watched the surveillance video and could roughly guess what the cause of the injury was. Now I have received some confirmation. Glass fragments cannot cause such an effect. The wound is long and thin, and looks more like a blade.
"Lin Qianyuan," Pei Lanqing frowned, not knowing how to start. The phone in his coat pocket rang a few times. He picked it up and listened for a moment, his brows furrowed. "Wait a moment, I'll be right back."
He hung up the phone.
Lin Qianyuan also pulled his hand away from his grasp, turned around and opened the car door, "I still have some work to deal with, so I'm leaving first."
Before Pei Lanqing could say anything, the door was closed. He watched her get into the car, his words still on his lips.
The car left quickly. He picked up his phone and sent a message to Qin Yi, asking her to help take care of Lin Qianyuan's wound.
This time the injury was on the right wrist bone, and the bleeding looked severe.
Qin Yi replied that she had received the message, and the other party replied with a thank you. She was deeply moved and thought that there was no need to be so polite.
A pair of eyes glanced at him, and Qin Yi immediately put away his mobile phone, opened the backpack he was carrying, took out iodine and gauze, and simply cleaned and bandaged the wound.
Lin Qianyuan was usually taciturn. He lowered his head and watched her finish the job. Then he withdrew his hand and looked out the car window silently.
The scene of the art fair.
Several staff members had been busy since morning and accidentally caught a glimpse of Qin Yi. They gathered around him and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Qin Yi shook his head, "It's okay."
Several people patted their chests and said, "That's good, that's good, we were all watching, no one was secretly recording the video."
After they finished speaking, they couldn't help but complain to her, "This guy is usually arrogant and has a bad temper. He always likes to make moves on people. He has a high status in the circle, so we dare not say anything. We just put up with it. We are all trying to make a living. We didn't expect to meet someone even more powerful today and destroy his prestige."
"How is Miss Lin's hand? Is it seriously injured?"
"It shouldn't be a big deal," Qin Yizhao smiled at them and pointed at Lin Qianyuan's figure upstairs, "I'll go over first."
"Well, okay." A few people were still whispering there, pouring out their grievances.
Qin Yi went upstairs and soon finished his work. He followed Lin Qianyuan out and asked, "Ms. Lin, are you going home now?"
Lin Qianyuan said calmly, "No reply."
Qin Yi paused as he opened the car door for her and asked, "So how are you going to have lunch today?"
She usually goes to her house to cook.
Lin Qianyuan got into the car and adjusted the hem of her skirt. "No, I'm not going to eat. I'm going back to the small building."
"Okay." Qin Yi sat in the passenger seat.
Lin Qianyuan stayed in the attic of the small building for the whole afternoon. In the evening, Qin Yi discussed with Wu Ma for a while and decided to go and knock on the door. She raised her voice slightly and called out, "Miss Lin."
The wind chimes on the attic door jingled a few times, "Come in."
Qin Yi pushed the door open and went in, seeing Lin Qianyuan sitting alone in front of an empty easel, as if he was daydreaming.
She hesitated for a few seconds and then asked, "Are you planning on staying for dinner tonight?"
Lin Qianyuan glanced at her, but before she could speak, Qin Yi inexplicably connected something and spoke cautiously, "Ms. Lin, are you trying to avoid going home?"
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