Chapter Ten

Lu Fucheng never expected that the lawyer's letter would be sent to his home. Usually, disputes related to work are first resolved by the company, and even if a lawsuit is filed, the procedures require the letter to be sent to the office. After Lu Fucheng returned home and saw Song Bai hand him things with a worried and cautious expression, his heart ached.

Song Bai clearly knows what kind of person Lu Fucheng is. In Lu Fucheng's mind, besides Song Bai and his family, the only thing left is work. He is currently in the prime of his career, why would he do such a despicable thing with a clear conscience? Song Bai feels distressed and her eyes are getting red.

It's alright, it's alright, don't worry too much. Lu Fucheng gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Song Bai's eyes with his thumb. The biggest reason he didn't want Song Bai to know was that Lu Fucheng just couldn't bear to see Song Bai sad.

Lu Fucheng let out a sigh, then went to the kitchen to finish cooking the dish that Song Bai had started but left unfinished. After cleaning up, he called Song Bai to come and eat. From the looks of it, Lu Fucheng seemed to be the one who was not troubled by anything.

Ah Bai, it's time for dinner. Land Fu Cheng forcefully dug Song Bai out of the couch and led him to wash his hands, saying, You're making me more nervous than receiving a lawyer's letter with your behavior. His words carried a tone of teasing and doting.

Song Bai sat by the dining table, unable to move his chopsticks, Is it really that serious?

Lu Fucheng shook his head and said, 'It's alright, I'll ask a good lawyer through my friend. I'm not afraid of being investigated, so don't worry.'

Song Bai frowned and bit the end of his chopsticks, deeply worried in his heart.

It's really okay, Shanghai is so big, I'm not afraid of not finding work. And I still have savings in my hands, so I can even open a studio. Lu Fucheng picked up a piece of yam with his chopsticks and fed it to Song Bai, saying, Then I'll have plenty of time to be with you every day.

Song Bai finally showed a relaxed smile, and when those little tiger teeth appeared, Luo Fucheng's heart felt sweet.

But Song Bai is already so grown up that he has his own ideas. He secretly searched the internet for the terms and penalties mentioned in the lawyer's letter and was shocked. If these charges are implemented, they could face not only a huge fine but also a prison sentence if it's serious enough.

Especially bosses like Feng Zhengqi who are wealthy and well-connected, as long as they hold tight to what they have in their hands and refuse to let go, they can easily capture someone like Lu Fucheng.

On the second day of work, Song Bai was completely out of it. When baking the first batch of cakes, he even forgot to put on gloves and burned his fingertips, causing blisters to form before noon.

What he didn't expect was that Ji Suiyun came over for the first time at noon, as if to accompany a client to pick up the employee welfare vouchers after having a simple lunch. Seeing Song Baixin's absent-minded and haggard face, Ji Suiyun asked casually, What happened?

Song Bai had contacted Ji Suiyun a few times and knew that his social status was extraordinary. The huge difference in status and environment made Song Bai feel somewhat distant and estranged from him, and even a little fearful upon deeper contemplation. However, after spending some time together, Song Bai noticed that Ji Suiyun was very polite and gracious. Though his demeanor exuded nobility and superiority, he was very amiable in his interactions with others.

So Song Bai still told Lufucheng a little bit about his matter.

Ji Suiyun slightly frowned, 'This is really too much.'

Song Bai saw that he didn't mind the state of her home and felt grateful in her heart, 'I really don't know how to help him.'

In that case, let's go out and take a walk later. If you have any concerns, let me know. Our company has a pretty good team of lawyers, and Mr. Lu, the designer, has a good character and can definitely help.

Song Baitou felt for the first time that he could do something for Lu Fucheng. He said hello to Li Yang and left.

Ji Suiyun took him to a very serene tea house, which seemed to be a private club with only a few tables of customers. The decoration was extremely elegant, with several blue and white porcelain bottles displayed in glass cabinets, and the plaques stating that they were actually authentic.

Ji Su Yun skillfully and elegantly poured a cup of tea for Song Bai and said, 'Try it.'

Song Bai was feeling a little uncomfortable in this environment, timidly hesitant to move around, gripping the edge of the cup tightly with his fingers.

Until Ji Suiyun's hand covered Song Bai's hand, Song Bai trembled suddenly and reflexively pulled his hand back, spilling the entire cup of tea onto the huanghuali table surface.

Ji Suiyun furrowed his eyebrows almost imperceptibly and said: I saw that your fingertips seem to have been burned.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ji... I... Song Bai's face turned red and white, although Ji Suiyun's tone was explanatory, there was a hint of displeasure and impatience in his words.

It's fine. Ji Suiyun said calmly, watching as the waiter cleaned the table. He then ordered a pot of low-alcohol clear wine and silver needles.

Song Bai didn't dare to ask too much and could only steer the conversation towards Lu Fucheng's matters.

I suggest that if there is any possibility of using personal connections, ask a few people to approach the party A. Regardless of whether Designer Lu is innocent or not, the cost of having party A withdraw the lawsuit is the lowest. Once the lawsuit starts, regardless of whether we win or not, the cost of early investment and the impact on our image in the later period are too great. It's really not worth it. Ji Suiyun took a sip of tea, with little expression on her face. Oh, by the way, do you know anything about the client's information? Let me see if I have any friends who have dealt with him before, and I can help you ask.

At this moment, Song Bai's gratitude completely overwhelmed the aversion he had just felt towards Ji Suiyun's touch: 'It seems to be a boss surnamed Feng, called...Feng Zhengqi?'

Ji Suiyun looked surprised and exclaimed, 'Feng Zhengqi from Changrong? He's an old classmate of mine!'

At this point, the wine and silver needles were brought over. Instead of saying anything more, Ji Suiyun extended his hand to Song Bai and said, Here, let me treat your hand injury.

No, it's not necessary. I'll go to the clinic outside later... Song Bai thought that it was too strange to ask Ji Suiyun for help, and dealing with wounds in such a refined place would always feel out of place and dirty.

This time, Ji Suiyun didn't say anything and simply pulled Song Bai's hand over. When Song Bai was about to refuse, Ji Suiyun softly said, I'll make an appointment with Feng Zhengqi. Even if he's merciless, he still has to give me face.

Song Bailian thanked him repeatedly, but suddenly felt a prick on his fingertip from a silver needle. He let out a slight hiss and his finger trembled slightly in the hand of Ji Suiyun.

Ji Suiyun apologized, I'm sorry, I hurt you. She had a gentle expression on her face.

Song Bai didn't notice Ji Suiyun's perfunctory and careless attitude, and felt a little embarrassed about his own fragility: 'It's just that I don't have a high tolerance for pain.'

Ji Su Yun nodded and after finishing the treatment of the wound, poured some alcohol on it. It seemed like an accident when he poured too much due to his wrist shaking. Song Bai was unprepared and let out a hiss of pain.

Ji Suiyun put down his wine glass and slowly exhaled. For the first time, his endurance seemed a little inadequate, as this tiny little matter had already caused him to have wandering thoughts in public. He looked down and carefully examined the smooth surface of the cup in his hand for a few moments before saying with a smile, I will contact Feng Zhengqi the day after tomorrow and give you a call with the results.

Song Bai quickly took out his cellphone and asked, 'May I save your contact information?'

Ji Suiyun took his phone and quickly saved her own phone number. Then, without any guilt at all, she searched through Song Bai's contacts. The first one listed was Cheng Cheng, and it appeared that the name was enhanced with the word 'Love' at the front, perhaps to ensure it appeared at the top of the list.

(Note: This is a rough translation as the context and surrounding text are not available.)

Ji Su Yun returned the cellphone to Song Bai and watched as the waiter led him out, coldly laughing under her breath.

“He didn't care about people's feelings, just like stamp collecting, as long as he got it, it was good enough.”