Chapter 72 Court Summons
The door was closed, Cui Jing leaned against the door and slowly slid down to the ground, her legs were pressed against the cold ceramic tiles, but she let out a sigh of relief.
The haze in my heart dissipated a little.
At the hospital, Fan Ci'en confronted the doctor after the X-ray. The doctor wanted to shave a piece of her hair for disinfection, but she refused. Zhang Ye tried to persuade her earnestly.
"too ugly."
"Look at her eyes first! Look at her eyes first! She can't see clearly." Zhang Ye grabbed the doctor who was about to take care of other emergency patients.
The doctor turned back and examined Fan Ci'en's eyes. Sure enough, the cornea was scratched. "It's not a big deal, it's a shallow scratch. I prescribe some eye drops for two or three days."
If you have the guts, you don't need to use eye drops. Anyway, you're stubborn. Isn't Alpha healthy? There are always a few patients like this who don't listen to doctors' advice.
There are so many weirdos in the emergency room at night. Just a moment ago, the police sent a couple of AA who were domestically abusing each other and a Beta victim who was almost raped. This one got half of his head cut open, saying it was caused by a chair. Alphas are really good physically.
"It must be because of the dragon fruit that the patient sent a few days ago. The shifts have been very busy for several days in a row." The doctor touched the Buddhist beads in his pocket and complained to the outpatient nurse.
Medical practitioners say they are not superstitious, but they are also somewhat involved in metaphysics. Wangzai, Red Bull, mango and dragon fruit are commonly known as the four magic spells. Whoever comes into contact with them will be busy.
The nurse came out with a treatment tray. "The Beta victim was very agitated and refused to cooperate. He insisted on looking for his brother."
"Just let him call."
"His brother is Dr. Jie from the second department of the inpatient department, and he is going to wait for him to come."
"Wait, wait, wait. Just let him wait."
Fan Ci'en was sitting in the lobby with nothing to do. Zhang Ye went to pay the bill and get the medicine. The more she listened, the more familiar the sounds from the ward sounded. She walked over to take a look - the little green tea girl from the daytime.
Green Tea's hair was messy and had scratches on her face, as if she had been slapped a few times, and the blood stains on her nose were not wiped clean.
Fan Ci'en was familiar with this question. He must have been grabbed by the hair and slammed against the ground, causing such injuries, and then hit in the face.
A policeman stopped Fan Ci'en at the door. The victim was almost forcibly marked by the Alpha. He was afraid that the Alpha would irritate the victim. "What are you looking at? Come on, come on."
Fan Ci'en sat back and continued to be bored.
She watched a man in a white coat hurried in, and then Little Green Tea was pushed out, calling out with some reluctance on his face: "Brother."
The white coat looked very unhappy and scolded him in public, "You are disobedient."
The police repeatedly mediated, "Don't scold him, he is the one who..."
Zhang Ye took the medicine anxiously. The noisy medical staff pushed the patient away towards the inpatient department. He took a look, saw nothing, and looked away.
"Miss Little Fan, go back." Zhang Ye rubbed his shoulders, "I'm so sleepy."
"You don't usually go to bed so early."
"You're not allowed to rest after working all night, Sister Fan?" Zhang Ye yawned, looking a little tired.
The two of them were speechless in the car, and Zhang Ye brought up the topic, "Xiao Fan, what are you going to do next?"
"What should I do?" Fan Ci'en looked at his head, which was tied up like a mushroom, in the reflection of the window.
"She hit you with a chair."
"I am willing."
Zhang Ye had been silent to Fan Ci'en countless times, and for the first time she felt this kind of speechless state where she had so much to complain about but nowhere to vent. She seemed to have become a love-brained person.
"Are you really..." Are you serious?
"What do you know?" Before Zhang Ye could say anything more, Fan Ci'en said something shocking.
"She kisses really well."
Zhang Ye couldn't help but sigh. He made the greedy person's body so... He looked at Fan Ci'en through the front mirror. Under the funny-bandaged hair was a face of lust, but she was addicted to sex. This kind of appearance would make people think of some depravity of debauchery. One look was heartless, one look was absurd.
Can someone like Sister Xiao Fan really love?
If she were affectionate, even the sky would be affectionate.
Zhang Ye smiled and said jokingly, "Why don't we just make it a done deal? Will the Zhai family completely break up with the Fan family over this? Uncle Fan only has you as his daughter, and he has become less and less patient with you in recent years."
Fan Ci'en was silent.
No? Are you really considering the feasibility? Zhang Ye felt that she was still the same devil. She had to get whatever she wanted. She couldn't move when she saw a cake that suited her taste, not to mention that the cake could run.
"Your stuff has arrived." Zhang Ye's phone lit up for a moment and the screen was turned off.
He sent Fan Ci'en to her nearby small villa and said, "I won't go up."
Fan Ci'en was still a little sleepy when she got out of the car. Zhang Ye thought she had just fallen asleep. He treated her as a secretary like a playmate assistant. Fan Ci'en also paid him a salary every month. They signed a labor contract in a formal manner, including five insurances and one housing fund, 13 months salary, and year-end bonus. In the blink of an eye, it has been almost seven years.
Zhang Ye sighed.
Fan Ci'en got out of the car, and Zhang Ye reminded her, "Be careful."
"Do you have an appointment later?" Fan Ci'en asked while standing outside.
"No, I haven't. Why do you ask?"
"Your phone is on, I think you have news." Fan Ci'en closed the car door while holding the eye drops. Zhang Ye would not pay attention. He would ask questions when he felt guilty after telling a lie.
Why do you say that?
Why do you ask?
There is a high probability that he is lying by asking this question.
Fan Ci'en didn't care. His mind was full of little cakes and the greasy smell of cream.
"Okay, Uncle Fan asked me to keep a close eye on you recently." Zhang Ye sighed.
……
Early in the morning, Cui Jing walked past a huge pumpkin balloon with a skeleton lying on it, looking down at the office workers commuting to and fro. A few days after Halloween, Halloween decorations were still left on the streets.
Today is the last day of Qin Sheng's vacation. The two agreed to get up early and have breakfast. Cui Jing has something important to do today. She has to go to the People's Court to file for divorce.
This is a big deal. Cui Jing specially mentioned it to Mrs. Chen, otherwise she would be kept in the dark and Cui Jing felt that she would probably be angry to death.
Compared with the previous meeting, this time Cui Jing saw Qin Sheng across the street at a glance.
Wearing the plaid brushed shirt that I bought for her, which was of great texture, and carrying a vegetable-tanned leather luxury bag that was not very cost-effective, Sa said that she couldn't carry it out in the rain, and she was more delicate than the young masters and young ladies.
She must have been bored from waiting, so she squatted on the ground, her long braid almost touching the ground, and held the bag in her arms. Her well-built frame was bent together, and when she was alone she always looked a little colder and sharper, as if she was dormant.
He was so completely cut off from the crowd that Cui Jing felt that the contrast was too...standing out.
"You look a lot richer this way."
"I have to thank my boss." When Qin Sheng learned that she was finally going to get a divorce, he felt relieved for several days.
Cui Jing walked side by side with her. Thinking about the strange feeling before, she observed the people passing by.
People on the street are tall, short, fat and thin. Men are all different just by looking at the ups and downs of their hair, not to mention their faces. Most women with dyed hair have a half-faded yellow tone, and there are more layered pudding-like hair. Some women with perfect makeup also have perfect hair.
With the comparison, Cui Jing realized that something was wrong in the past.
In the past, so many people with similar body shapes, tall and thin with plain taste in clothes and memoryless faces, seemed like a whole country that had moved to Korea. This does not conform to China's national conditions.
What's more, if one has regular features and a good figure, one would be outstanding enough, and it is impossible for one to be mediocre. To put it bluntly: each ugly person is ugly in his own way.
This world...is it her illusion? It's even more real.
Court.
Cui Jing submitted the documents, and the staff told her: "The lawsuit will be reviewed by the case filing hall. It will be approved for filing only if it meets the requirements. After that, it will be transferred to the case filing court and the civil court in turn."
"The civil court will issue a summons to Alpha only after the case is accepted. You're waiting for three months to come? There are a lot of people getting divorced right now, so you're right to come early. By the time you're in line, it will almost be the three-month deadline under the new ABO law."
The staff put her documents away, with some evidence of separation at the top.
Although she didn't understand why the couple split up and why an Alpha and a Beta wanted to divorce, she couldn't muster any interest in it. She had seen a lot of material these days, and gossip was forced into her ears and mouth, until she was full and vomited.
I also privately lamented with my colleagues how well they looked together.
"A rare couple with high looks."
"It's a pity that we're getting divorced."
It was after the 15th that Zhai Yang received the summons from the People's Court, which was three months away from the August 15th time limit of the "New ABO Law".
He was kept busy by the series of reports. First, the Inspection Bureau accepted an anonymous report, then the fire department came to inspect, and the news of their on-site investigation was posted online.
The previous fight between Zhai Yang and Fan Ci'en was unilaterally misinterpreted as assault. After the public relations work was done, it was brought up again this time. There was already a lot of unfavorable public opinion about Alpha on the Internet, and now it has become an even bigger target. The public relations department has been working around the clock for several days.
Everyone knew that they were being screwed. The company was not clean to begin with, and if the water was too clear, there would be no fish. Zhai Yang had to make arrangements and put obstacles in the way of Fan Ci'en.
It's not too much of a hassle, just annoying.
Zhai Yang opened it calmly, thinking it was another report, but when he looked at the case, he saw: divorce dispute.
He loosened his tie.
The assistant seemed to see a question mark slowly rising above Mr. Zhai’s head.