The Divorce Lawyer Is Very Hard To Flirt With - Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Beautiful Like an Angel

The day of the Bar Exam Objective Test was crisp and clear.

As the entry permit for the legal profession, the bar exam is the first hurdle, regardless of whether one aims to be a lawyer, judge, or prosecutor.

As a notoriously difficult exam with a low passing rate, the bar exam has evolved with the times. It changed from the previous two-day format with all objective and subjective questions on one paper to a new one: passing the objective test first is required to take the subjective test, and only passing both counts as truly passing.

In the early morning, as Song Xidan was about to leave for the exam hall, her phone vibrated. It was a WeChat message from Ying Zhi’an, concise and to the point: “Waiting for you downstairs. I’ll drive you to the exam hall.”

Song Xidan’s parents had long returned from their trip, but ever since the last conflict, Song’s father had been keeping a closer eye on Song’s mother, afraid she would be triggered by seeing Song Xidan again. He simply rented a small room outside and took Song’s mother to work with him daily.

Therefore, Song Xidan had assumed no one would be taking her to the exam today. She was surprised that Ying Zhi’an came.

Her heart leaped with surprise. She quickly checked her admission ticket and stationery and scampered downstairs like a puppy that had been waiting for its owner for a long time.

Ying Zhi’an’s car was parked by the roadside. Today, she wasn’t wearing a professional suit but a fitted qipao in dark green brocade with an elaborate floral pattern. The neckline was fastened with a jade knot button, outlining a slender and straight neck.

Her hair was meticulously pinned up with a translucent white jade hairpin at the back of her head, exposing her clean forehead and sharp jawline. The smooth, flowing fabric fit her figure just right, highlighting a subtle and elegant silhouette.

Paired with her rational and distant eyes, it vividly brought out the unique cool charm and scholarly elegance of an Eastern woman.

Hu Fei had judged Ying Zhi’an to be like a woman in an ancient painting of court ladies, a keen observation indeed.

Wearing the qipao today, Ying Zhi’an was especially elegant.

Song Xidan was mesmerized, frozen outside the car door.

Ying Zhi’an turned her head, saw her, and her lips seemed to curve up ever so slightly, gesturing for her to get in: “What are you staring at? Hurry up and get in; the road might be congested.”

Song Xidan snapped out of it, hurriedly opened the door, and got into the passenger seat. The car still held that faint, elegant fragrance, which immediately enveloped her with her movements, making her heart pound even faster.

“Sister Zhi’an, you today…” Song Xidan couldn’t help but speak, but didn’t know how to describe it.

“What about me?” Ying Zhi’an smoothly started the car, looking straight ahead, her tone as casual as discussing the weather. “Didn’t you say ‘Success upon Arrival in Qipao’? It’s for good luck.”

She paused, then added lightly, “For you, and for myself.”

Song Xidan instantly understood. In recent years, some families often send off test-takers wearing qipaos outside exam halls to convey good wishes.

Ying Zhi’an’s formality today, this deliberate attire, was for her.

The thought filled her heart with a massive, bittersweet, yet sweetly warm current. Her nose instantly felt a little sore, her eyes moist, but her smile grew even sweeter!

“Thank you, Sister Zhi’an!”

Her voice naturally conveyed her feelings, sounding as if it were laced with honey, making Ying Zhi’an couldn’t help but smile.

The car drove toward the exam center. While waiting for a green light, Ying Zhi’an glanced at a message that had just popped up on her phone, telling Song Xidan as if reporting: “It’s from Cai Ya.”

She quickly read it, let out a soft sigh, and her tone carried a complex sense of emotion: “The verdict for the Li Wenwen case is out.”

Song Xidan, who was attempting one last effort by reviewing her wrong-answer book, immediately looked over nervously.

“Guilty of abuse, sentenced to two years and three months in prison,” Ying Zhi’an’s voice was steady, showing no obvious emotion. “The court partially adopted our arguments on ‘substantive family relationship’ and ‘serious consequences of mental abuse.’ Although the sentence might be lower than public expectation, it is already a noteworthy precedent under the current legal framework.”

Song Xidan was stunned. “Two years and three months… is indeed below expectations.”

Hearing this result, her heart was heavy with mixed feelings. Compared to a lost young life, the result seemed too light, but being involved, she understood the difficulty of the legal battle behind this outcome.

Ying Zhi’an didn’t want to affect Song Xidan’s mood, quickly adding: “Cai Ya also said there’s a lot of discussion about this case online, and many comments are very supportive, encouraging Yu Juanmei. You have more than ten minutes until the exam center; you can take a look.”

Song Xidan nodded, reading the comments and saying to Ying Zhi’an: “Many people are saying, ‘Mom, you worked hard, you are her hero,’ ‘Thank you for not giving up, you saw justice for her sister,’ ‘Auntie, you must live well for your daughter, see all the sights she didn’t get to see’ … Everyone probably hopes Auntie Yu can live well!”

“To be honest, I was also worried that once Yu Juanmei resolved this burden, she might lose hope because she no longer had a goal to sustain her. I’ve met many clients who were only holding on by a thread of determination. Once the case is concluded and that drive is gone, they collapse,” Ying Zhi’an thought for a moment. “When you’re done with the exam, let’s go see her off together. She’s preparing to move back to her hometown.”

“Okay!” Song Xidan scrolled through her phone again. “One comment says, although the law is cold, pushing it forward even a little bit is exchanged by the pain of countless victims and the persistence of countless victims’ families.”

Ying Zhi’an replied: “Although the result is not perfect, many people are paying attention and thinking, so it’s not too bad.”

Song Xidan scrolled through the sincere and sharp comments, as if seeing a broad and benevolent tapestry of humanity. At this moment, she understood the significance of Ying Zhi’an’s “individual cases driving the rule of law.”

The warm comments from netizens were like a glimmer of light after a cold verdict.

Countless netizens, aren’t they the world!

“We’re here,” Ying Zhi’an parked the car. “Your task today is the exam. Concentrate on answering the questions.”

“Mhm,” Song Xidan nodded vigorously.

Outside the bar exam venue, people were bustling, full of nervous, expectant candidates and their accompanying family members.

Song Xidan took a deep breath. Before entering the exam hall, she turned to say goodbye to Ying Zhi’an.

Amidst the crowd, Ying Zhi’an’s beauty stood out strikingly.

She quietly watched Song Xidan, her gaze serene and gentle. Seeing Song Xidan wave to her, she nodded slightly and mouthed silently: “Good luck.”

There was no fervent gesture, no unnecessary words, just standing quietly like that, but Song Xidan’s heart was instantly filled, and all her tension and anxiety were soothed.

Such was Ying Zhi’an! Beautiful like an angel. Song Xidan nodded hard, returning a brilliant smile, then turned and walked resolutely toward the exam hall entrance.

She was not taking the exam to be worthy of anyone, but to pursue the broader future that Ying Zhi’an had pointed out to her, a future that belonged to her.

And she knew and firmly believed that the person she loved would be waiting for her ahead!

After finishing the objective test, Zhu Yun emerged with the flow of people, her face drooping and looking dejected.

Ying Zhi’an had been waiting at the entrance. Her gaze focused on the flood of candidates, searching for Song Xidan’s figure, and then she spotted Zhu Yun.

Ying Zhi’an was about to greet her when she saw Luo Qingcheng quickly walking out and taking Zhu Yun’s arm.

After seeing who it was, Zhu Yun’s mouth opened and closed non-stop, apparently complaining to Luo Qingcheng about the exam she had just finished. And Luo Qingcheng! This male lawyer, usually impeccably dressed in a suit, stern, and accustomed to an elite lifestyle, actually naturally took Zhu Yun’s bag and slung it over his shoulder!

After Zhu Yun finished her blabbering, Luo Qingcheng said something too, then unconsciously looked around.

He happened to make eye contact with Ying Zhi’an, who was leaning against her car not far away.

Luo Qingcheng clearly hadn’t expected to run into Ying Zhi’an there. His expression instantly froze, a rare hint of panic flashing across his face.

The next second, almost reflexively, he immediately dragged the still-confused Zhu Yun and quickly walked away in the opposite direction, swiftly disappearing into the crowd.

Ying Zhi’an chuckled. That sense of fleeing was too obvious!

Luo Qingcheng? Picking up Zhu Yun? This combination!

Ying Zhi’an’s beautiful eyebrows arched slightly. She was just about to call Luo Qingcheng.

Just then, Song Xidan also came out of the exam hall, her face carrying the fatigue and a hint of relaxation after the test. She spotted Ying Zhi’an immediately and quickly jogged over: “Sister Zhi’an!”

Ying Zhi’an didn’t make the call, giving all her attention to Song Xidan. She asked her first, “How was the exam?”

“It was alright. I feel like I performed normally,” Song Xidan smiled, noticing that Ying Zhi’an seemed to have been looking at something just now. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Ying Zhi’an smiled faintly. “I saw Zhu Yun and Director Luo. I was a little surprised. Let’s go.”

“Mhm.”

In the car, Ying Zhi’an naturally said to Song Xidan: “Let’s have dinner together tonight. Invite Zhu Yun. We’ll celebrate you finishing this stage of the exam.”

Saying this, she directly used the car’s Bluetooth to call Zhu Yun.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered. Zhu Yun’s voice came through, clearly strained to sound composed: “Hello… hello? Zhi’an, what’s up?”

“Zhu Yun, let’s have dinner with Xidan after the exam. My treat,” Ying Zhi’an’s tone was normal.

“Ah? Din… dinner?” Zhu Yun clearly paused on the other end, and there seemed to be an extremely low, muffled male cough in the background. “Uh… I… I might have something…”

“Invite him along, too.”

“Him? Who? Zhi’an, what are you talking about?” Zhu Yun played dumb.

“Luo Qingcheng,” Ying Zhi’an interrupted her directly. “He probably hasn’t eaten either.”

“…”

There was a deadly silence on the other end for several seconds, followed by Zhu Yun’s almost cracking reply, “Director Luo?! He… how could he be with me!”

Ying Zhi’an’s desire to tease had been satisfied, so she smiled and said: “Zhu Yun, stop acting. I saw him pick you up.”

“…”

Another deadly silence on the other end for several seconds. Zhu Yun gave a forced laugh: “Haha… Hahaha… Well, about dinner? Good… good idea! You pick the place! I’ll be there on time!”

She then quickly hung up the phone.

Song Xidan listened, dumbfounded. “Sister Yun and Director Luo? Those two?”

Ying Zhi’an smiled. “You’ll know soon enough.”