Chapter 461 Ambiguous Relationship with a Man
Chen Yuwei's smile widened, "No matter how bad she is, she's irreplaceable in Young Master Zhou's heart, isn't she?"
Zhou Mubin looked at her, and they smiled at each other.
Having reached a consensus, both of them could go back and report.
Zhou Mu was overjoyed and went to the Zhou Family Ancestral Hall to thank his ancestors.
Zhou Mubin was speechless, but he let her be.
The surgery scheduled for Monday proceeded as planned and went smoothly. Xibei also provided him with a special heart medication that is not sold to the public and is only available internally.
Xie Nanzhi and Xi Bei both came to visit Zhou's mother. When Zhou Mubin saw them off, Xie Nanzhi asked curiously, "Are you really with Miss Chen?"
Xibei quickly moved closer, leaning forward slightly, her tone exceptionally gentle, "Yes, we both know that you've had Cui Xiao in your heart for the past five years, and you've never truly let go. But one can't live in the past forever. Five years have passed, and there's been no news at all. If you could truly be with Miss Chen and live a stable life, that would be..."
Xibei paused, carefully choosing her words, not directly saying the words "let go," but her hesitant expression had already conveyed her meaning clearly.
Zhou Mubin felt as if something had gently squeezed his heart; a slight pain spread through his blood vessels, and even his breathing slowed down.
He was silent for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and finally he managed to squeeze out a faint "hmm" from his throat.
Without offering any further explanation, he deliberately avoided their gazes, focusing instead on his own blurry reflection on the elevator door.
Xie Nanzhi and Xi Bei exchanged a glance. She patted his shoulder heavily. "It's been five years. You should have let go of yourself long ago. We're genuinely happy for you. If you have the chance, invite Miss Chen out for a meal."
The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and the elevator was empty. The two waved and stepped into the elevator. Xibei even gave a "good luck" gesture a second before the elevator doors closed.
The elevator doors closed completely, and the numbers started to drop. Only then did a crack appear in the calm on Zhou Mubin's face.
He looked up at the window at the end of the corridor. In the night, the lights of the port city blurred into a warm halo, and his heart ached.
The image of Cui Xiao from back then uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.
I wonder if she's doing well now.
Have you completely forgotten him?
But why can't he?
Five years have passed, and her face has not become blurred; on the contrary, it has become clearer.
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A few days later, Zhou Mubin focused all his attention on the law firm again.
When I arrived at the office early in the morning, I pushed my thermos to the corner of the desk.
Since Cui Xiao left five years ago, Zhou Mubin has dismissed Sun Lu. His original purpose in keeping Sun Lu was to retain Cui Xiao. Now that she's gone, there's no need for Sun Lu to stay.
Over the years, Zhou Mubin has had no assistant, nor has he been in the mood to find one.
What's the use of searching high and low if no one can compare to her?
After a busy morning, just before lunchtime, a travel-worn figure knocked on the office door.
The man's collar was wrinkled with sweat, and the black file folder in his hand was clenched so tightly that the edges were curled. "Attorney Zhou, you must help me."
The man's voice carried the soft, gentle accent characteristic of Shanghai, but it was distorted by his haste. Before Zhou Mubin could get up, he pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling out a stack of documents from his file bag and slamming them on the table. "I drove all night from Shanghai. If I had been any later, my daughter would have been taken away by her mother."
Zhou Mubin handed over a tissue, his gaze sweeping over the photocopy of the marriage certificate and the bank statement on the table.
The man wiped the sweat from his brow, his Adam's apple bobbing. "My wife and I have been married for six years, and our daughter just turned four. About two weeks ago, I discovered some chat history on her phone, showing her inappropriate interactions with another man..."
He suddenly lowered his voice and pulled out several printed chat screenshots from the bottom of the file bag. "Look, these are all evidence. But before I could even ask her, she directly filed for divorce and then transferred all the two houses and savings under our names. She even tampered with the trust fund that my mother left to my daughter."
A photo of a little girl fell out of the file folder. The child, with pigtails, was holding an ice cream and smiling. The man hurriedly picked it up, his fingertips gently tracing the edge of the photo. His voice suddenly choked with emotion, "She's now saying I'm always away on business and neglect my family. She wants to fight me for custody and says I won't get a single penny of her property. Attorney Zhou, I'm not trying to argue with her. I'm just afraid my daughter will suffer with her. And that money includes my parents' retirement savings."
Sunlight illuminated the man's reddened eyes as Zhou Mubin tapped the transfer records on the bank statement with his fingertips.
Just as he was about to speak, the man suddenly grabbed his wrist with a tight grip. "I've heard that you're the best lawyer in the industry, with no losing cases. I'm willing to pay any amount of money as long as I can get my daughter back and the property she's entitled to."
Having practiced law for sixteen years, he had long since become numb to the mundane details of divorce cases, especially those disputes that relied solely on the parties' side of the story, which he usually delegated to other lawyers.
But seeing the panic in the man's eyes, he swallowed hard and blurted out, "I'll take this case."
The man looked up abruptly, the bloodshot in his eyes even more pronounced, and his voice trembled, "R-really?"
"Let's clarify the details first."
Zhou Mubin took out his notebook, his pen pausing on the paper. "Were the transfers made in several installments? When did they take place? Do you have any clues about the recipient's account holder information? Are the chat logs complete? Are there any words related to asset transfer?"
Seeing the man's stunned expression, he added, his tone more somber than before, "And the children, who is responsible for picking them up and dropping them off at school? What are their eating habits like? Does your wife spend a lot of time with the children? These things need to be verified. In a custody battle, evidence of parental involvement is crucial."
The man then realized what was happening, nodded quickly, and pulled out more detailed documents from the file folder, speaking rapidly about the overlooked details.
Looking at the information provided by the man, Zhou Mubin's attention lingered on a company name.
He muttered to himself, "Your wife works at Mingda Technology?"
The man asked curiously, "Do you know Mingda Technology?"
Zhou Mubin nodded and then shook his head.
Mingda Technology, a Shanghai-listed company, was a Class II enterprise five years ago, but in just five years it has become a Class I enterprise in China.
Zhou Mubin remembered this company after he overheard Zhou Weicheng mention it once.
Zhou Mubin said, "Go back and gather as much evidence as possible about your wife's infidelity. I'll pack my things and head to Shanghai tomorrow."
The man was extremely grateful. "Thank you so much, Attorney Zhou."
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