Chapter 22：Law (1/2)
Qian Meigui's father was a lawyer back in the day. Song Rui only told her that her father—Qian Shanyuan—worked as a representative for scientists and was well-known for editing contracts and consulting with patients, families, and speaking with corporate.
He was someone that paralegals and judges trembled around because he was good at defending people, and bringing justice.
Qian Meigui felt excited. She could not believe that she had the opportunity to follow in her father's footsteps. When she went into University, Song Rui encouraged her to study in Business Marketing, but she could not help but gravitate towards law. Without him knowing, she took several classes in business law and criminology.
She spent the entire afternoon taking conference calls with lawyers and with bio technicians about the product to obtain as much information to use for the case.
When employees began to turn the lights off their cubicles, Qian Meigui decided it was time to go home.
Qian Meigui decided to walk home as she wanted to feel the ice-cold breeze bite her skin. She felt more awake. I am following my father's footsteps, she thought.
She smiled to herself as she walked passed Song Entertainment. The company was a building full of advertising posters of models, actors, and up-coming influencers. They promoted their films with massive monitors that displayed trailers and teasers about future releases.
Qian Meigui exhaled, a breath of cold wind escaped her body against the night. She glanced up at the monitors and wondered what Song Sheng was doing, hoping that no one was giving him a rough time settling in.
The family disowned Song Rui, and out of retaliation, he established a company of his own. But Song Rui was meant to be a scientist, whereas his family only focused on the Entertainment Industry.
She recalled the lines and curves of muscle. Qian Meigui gasped at her thoughts and proceeded her walk home. She knew that their relationship still needed more work, but she could not help but wonder how they could go back to the days when they were inseparable.
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Song Sheng arrived home late at night and welcomed by darkness; he could not help but take out a cigarette. He turned on the lights and found the apartment to look more homey and lively than it looked over the past two weeks, but he felt alone.
He had grown accustomed to keeping himself busy for the last two years, but now that he was back in his country, his city, he could not help but feel like he was missing something.
He glanced at his Italian leather sofa, remembering that Qian Meigui slept the night before. He sat and ran his fingers through the soft leather, his hand meeting cold. He decided to call an old friend, Rong Ming. After a few moments, the call answered.