The Prosecutor Is Accustomed To Waiting For A Rabbit To Hit A Stump - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

It’s a common saying that the best day of the week is Friday!

Finish the last day, and you have Saturday.

More importantly, after the day off in lieu last Sunday, the Qingming Festival holiday starts this week—Saturday, Sunday, plus Monday—a three-day mini-break.

Lin Fan had just woken up when she saw the migrant workers’ group chat filled with messages, truly the daily refrain: “How is it going? What’s the status? Have you found the person? Has the enforcement been carried out?”

Some of the (elder brothers/leaders) were even chatting amongst themselves, asking if they were going home for Qingming to sweep the ancestral graves.

Most replies were no, the travel expenses were too high.

One even asked if the person going back could help bring some things, saying that although working delivery recently was tough, they earned a little more and wanted to buy some clothes for their child and take them back.

Lin Fan sighed. This matter weighed on her like a rock, dampening the joy of the upcoming three-day holiday.

Society truly seemed unfair. People like Zhang He could sit at home and make money from money, while Old Liu and his group worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk, their physical labor yielding meager income.

Judging by this alone, their lives were worlds apart, seeming to mock the notion of ‘diligence leading to wealth,’ suggesting instead ‘capital leading to wealth.’

Thinking of this, Lin Fan pulled out her phone and typed two names into her memo app: one was Zhang He, and the other was Old Liu and his group.

She thought: After I conclude Old Liu’s case, I’ll have to thoroughly discuss Zhang He with Director Cheng.

She got dressed and headed out.

As soon as her foot stepped out, she heard a sound. She looked intently and saw an eco-friendly shopping bag hanging on her doorknob.

Inside were five kiwifruits and a small note.

Thank you.

The signature was 1102.

An action met with a response. A casual good deed received thanks in return.

Lin Fan’s eyes curved into a smile looking at the kiwifruits.

She wrapped the kiwifruits in tissue and put them in her bag.

Lin Fan thought for a moment, found a small packet of nuts she had bought earlier from the cupboard, dropped it into the shopping bag, and left a few characters written flamboyantly beneath the original note.

Good neighbors are better than distant relatives. You’re welcome. 1103.

She then hung the bag on her neighbor’s doorknob in the same manner, pressed the elevator button, and headed to work.

At the unit, she teased Ying Chaoyang a few times.

Only after making Ying Chaoyang blush furiously did she let the big, awkward guy off the hook. “Xiao Ning is the prettiest flower in our second group. If you dare treat her badly, you know Chen Qian’s mouth; he’ll skin you alive. He’s extremely protective. Alright, want a kiwi? Here’s one for you.”

Lin Fan had exactly five kiwifruits. She would keep two for herself, and give one each to Ying Chaoyang, Chen Qian, and Zhou Ning—a perfect distribution.

After receiving litigants in the morning, Lin Fan returned to her office and peeled a kiwi to eat. It tasted pretty good.

Zhou Ning came in to transfer the reimbursement money approved for Lin Fan’s last business trip. Seeing the kiwi, she smiled and said, “Sister Fan, your quality of life is great. We’re lucky to get a taste.”

“Huh?” Lin Fan blinked. “What?”

Zhou Ning pointed at the kiwi. “That’s a Gold Kiwi, fifteen yuan each. It’s not cheap.”

Lin Fan glanced at the half-eaten kiwi in her hand. She had just consumed 7 yuan and 5 jiao in one second. Good heavens.

“That expensive? Why?”

Lin Fan’s family background was actually quite wealthy, but her parents enforced a “stingy policy” on her, strictly controlling her allowance from childhood. After graduating from university and starting work, she stopped taking a single penny from her parents. At the time, Yan Han was still a graduate student, and Lin Fan had been receiving her living allowance, continuing to receive it up to now.

Therefore, compared to Yan Han, Lin Fan’s consumer habits were extremely simple.

Although consuming 7 yuan and 5 jiao didn’t physically pain her, she truly couldn’t understand why a single kiwi could cost 15 yuan. This was far removed from her simple consumer philosophy.

Zhou Ning shook her head. “I don’t know, but look, the flesh is yellow, different from regular kiwis.”

“Good heavens,” Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

“By the way, a judicial aid fund has been approved for you. Remember to go and collect it.”

“Got it, thanks for the trouble.”

The approved judicial aid was the money for the case involving Little Sweetheart Cheng Wen Nuan’s grandmother.

In the afternoon, the entire court had a meeting. As soon as the meeting ended, Lin Fan rushed out of the venue, not bothering to request a unit car. She drove her own car to deliver the money.

On the road, she received a call from her cousin, who sounded as delicate as ever. “The holiday starts tomorrow, right? Clear your schedule tonight. I’ll take you out.”

Hearing the invitation, Lin Fan almost fainted. “I’m not going.”

“Last time was an accident. This time is completely proper.”

“I don’t believe you. How proper can you be? You almost got me killed last time. That was a disciplinary violation. If the unit found out, a reprimand would be inevitable.”

Lin Fan sighed. Luckily, she had run faster than a rabbit and escaped Yan Han’s extravagant and decadent activities, preserving her own sunny and upright self.

Yan Han, sitting at the desk her aunt had arranged for her, felt deeply embarrassed talking about the previous incident where they went to a bar and she hired a male escort. “I was young and naive then, and the arrangement was improper. Trust me one more time. It’s settled; I’ll pick you up after work, we’ll grab dinner, and then go have some fun~”

With that, she hung up the phone without giving Lin Fan a chance to refuse.

Gazing at her beautiful reflection on the phone screen, Yan Han elegantly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Just then, Lin Fan’s mother walked by in the hallway, immediately spotting her lazy, delicate appearance. She cleared her throat at the doorway and glared at Yan Han.

Yan Han instantly put down her phone and sat bolt upright facing the computer. “Good afternoon, General Manager Lin.”

“You’re at work, be serious.”

“Yes!” Yan Han replied quickly and firmly.

As soon as Lin Fan’s mother left, Yan Han also picked up her expensive handbag and quietly slipped out of the company.

She had plans with her sister tonight and needed to look presentable. Her hairstyle was limp; she needed a touch-up.

On the other side, considering Little Sweetheart Wen Nuan’s grandmother’s health and Cheng Wen Nuan being a minor, the money was eventually deposited into her grandmother’s bank account. Lin Fan picked up Cheng Wen Nuan and went to the hospital to coax her grandmother into signing the papers.

Afterward, Lin Fan still felt uneasy and instructed Cheng Wen Nuan, “Little Sweetheart, I trust you to keep this money safe. I’ll come to see you again after your grandma is discharged. Call me if you need anything. If the money runs out, I’ll ask Mother China for more for you, okay?”

Cheng Wen Nuan nodded, then shook her head. “Sister Lin, once Grandma is better, I won’t need Mother China’s money anymore. Sister Gu said she would sponsor me through university, and once I grow up, I’ll repay her. So, thank you, Sister Lin. I already have enough.”

Looking at the little sweetheart’s pure, clear eyes, Lin Fan patted her head, feeling a mix of emotions, and finally could only utter two words: “Such a good girl.”

While riding the elevator, she thought that so many people in the world feel “not enough,” always wanting more, thinking that would make them happier.

But a girl like Little Sweetheart Cheng Wen Nuan, who lacks everything yet says she has enough, was like a winter jasmine growing out of barren, cracked soil, bringing an especially moving joy.

And standing next to that winter jasmine, the cold and beautiful prosecutor seemed to be looking up, casting a glance at Lin Fan, the passerby. That glance was like a flash of light, emanating brilliance.

Actually… this prosecutor isn’t as cold and indifferent as she looks. It was the same during that incident with the little girl meeting a stranger online; her heart burns brightly, a stark contrast to her exterior.

Lin Fan reluctantly pouted.

But… why does she dislike me for no reason?

This question remained unanswered.

The first floor arrived. The elevator door opened, Lin Fan stepped out, and drove back to the unit.

Gu Ye was in the elevator opposite Lin Fan. As the elevator door was about to close, she saw the little rabbit in her uniform bounce out of the other elevator.

Her heart fluttered, and the elevator door shut.

Gu Ye’s hand, which had subconsciously moved toward the door-open button, paused and retracted.

Her expression remained the same, but there was an imperceptible emotion hidden in her eyes.

Today, the teacher in Cheng Wen Nuan’s class group had assigned homework: students were required to memorize a passage, record a video, and send it to the group. It seemed the school was holding a recitation contest soon.

Gu Ye rushed over as soon as she finished work.

Cheng Wen Nuan was massaging her grandmother, her tiny hands lacking strength. But following the doctor’s orders, massage was essential for bedridden patients. Cheng Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, using all her might.

Gu Ye saw her making that grimacing face as she entered the room.

“I’ll do it.”

“Sister Gu!” Cheng Wen Nuan called out excitedly.

Gu Ye smiled and stroked the little girl’s cheek. “You need to record the video soon. Have you memorized the passage?”

Cheng Wen Nuan frowned. “Sister Lin just came to give us money, so I didn’t have time to memorize it yet.”

Gu Ye massaged the calf of Cheng Wen Nuan’s sleeping grandmother and asked, “Again?”

Cheng Wen Nuan nodded obediently. “The first time was 50,000, and today wasn’t as much. Sister Lin said it was the aid fund for Grandma’s case from Mother China. The first time was the money from Mother China for my schooling.”

Gu Ye understood immediately. Her expression softened, no longer as unapproachable as she was at work. She smoothly helped Lin Fan maintain the kind lie. “That’s right. So, Wen Nuan must study hard. When you grow up and have the ability, pass on this love from Mother China.”

Cheng Wen Nuan tightened her small face, her innocent eyes filled with seriousness and determination. “I will definitely do it!”

Despite the hardships in her young life, no shadow had fallen on her heart. The detailed love from many adults had meticulously brushed away the dust of misfortune.

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