The Prosecutor Is Accustomed To Waiting For A Rabbit To Hit A Stump - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Lin Fan returned to her office, her stomach rumbling.

The office door was ajar. As Lin Fan reached out to push it open, Chen Qian’s voice called from the office across the hall. “Silly Lin, come here.”

Lin Fan resisted the urge to snap back and walked over. “What do you want, Smarty Chen?”

Chen Qian was sitting idly in his chair, looking Lin Fan up and down. “Not bad, still in one piece. Why don’t you transfer the migrant worker case to me? After all, my ability is superior to yours. For the sake of the collective honor, helping is my duty.”

“News travels so fast,” Lin Fan mumbled.

Zhou Ning happened to return from getting water and nodded upon hearing the comment. “Sister Fan, maybe you should give it to Brother Qian. After all, he has thick skin and a poisonous mouth.”

Lin Fan shook her head, clapping her hands together dismissively. “It costs too much to hire him. I can handle it myself.”

With that, she turned to go back to her office. She hadn’t eaten breakfast and was starving! She needed to quickly grab the cookies she had abandoned in her drawer and tear open the package.

She wouldn’t let those little cookies see the light of day! They were all going into her stomach!

But Chen Qian wasn’t done with her. “Don’t overdo it.”

Lin Fan rolled her eyes at him, ignoring him.

She wasn’t overdoing it. She felt she could handle the case perfectly well.

My cookies, I’m coming!

She quickly turned and went back to her office.

Lin Fan sat down at her desk, reaching for the cookies, when she suddenly noticed a dark green sticky note on her desk.

It was her own sticky note.

But there was writing on it, and it was definitely not her handwriting: cautious, humble, respectful, flexible, sincere, broad-minded, and simple/unassuming.

Stuffing a cookie into her mouth, she stared at the beautiful handwriting and fell into contemplation.

Emmm… The handwriting is beautiful, but… What does this mean?

Who wrote it? Was it for me? Couldn’t they have just used plain language?

So mysterious, so baffling…

The academically challenged Lin Fan almost felt like she was back in her high school years, the pain of being dominated by classical Chinese still unforgettable!

The cookie filled her stomach a bit.

Lin Fan asked Ying Chaoyang, who was sitting opposite her, “Did anyone come into the office this morning?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Lin Fan nodded, then looked down at the writing on the sticky note again. It was written with an ordinary black ballpoint pen, yet the characters were so elegant.

Lin Fan picked up the ordinary ballpoint pen and spun it deftly.

In high school, she was terrible at studying but a master at pen spinning.

The pen darted back and forth between her fingertips like a nimble sprite, leaving a streak of shadows.

She spun the pen for a moment, recalling her high school technique. Compared to now, it was clear she was out of practice; it was somewhat rusty.

Lin Fan picked up her phone and started searching for the phrase on Baidu.

After entering the tongue-twisting phrase, the search results led her to the Tao Te Ching.

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