C19

Chapter 19 - Impossible, Unthinkable

"Fine, since it's a lawsuit, then it's a lawsuit. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Xia Xiaoyu was anxious, he was ready to throw caution to the wind.

"Miss Xia, I'm afraid I cannot accept your case." The lawyer with the black-rimmed glasses grabbed his briefcase and kept his eyes on the card on the desk.

The business card with Gu Lin's name printed on it.

In the law firm of City G, who didn't know the famous lawyer Gu Lin? For a small fry like himself to go against Gu Lin, he was simply overestimating himself. He didn't even know how he died.

"What are you doing?" Xia Xiaoyu's face changed as she scolded softly, "I will pay you double the lawyer's fee, what are you afraid of."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you anymore, I'm sorry …"

"Sigh... Come back here for me … "

"Stop screaming." Ying Yue kept her name card, smiled and said, "It's fine if we leave, but you still won't fight our case."

"I think we should stop fighting. Miss Xia and Ying Yue were still friends in the past, even if we stop being friends in the future, it would not be good if we were to tear off each other. It would not be good to be on good terms with each other, but to be on good terms with each other."

Seeing that Xia Xiaoyu was still holding onto it, Ying Yue snorted coldly and shook her head, "Alright, Xia Xiaoyu, we, the editors, will give you face. Why haven't you gone down the slope yet?"

"Ying Yue, what are you so proud of?" Xia Xiaoyu was still unconvinced, "I'm Sun Yusheng's wife now, and you're still my defeated opponent."

"Losers? Xia Xiaoyu, since you are so smart, go back and guard your husband properly. What do you mean by that, don't be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing out, your husband might be thought of by the shameless fox spirit again, don't you think so? "

Xia Xiaoyu was already speechless. She snorted, grabbed her own bag, and pushed the door open.

"Miss Xia, take care, take care." The editor waved her hand with a smile, but the moment Ying Yue turned around, her expression changed.

"Ying Yue, what's going on? You must know that you are now a golden signboard of our magazine. If you say that Xia Xiaoyu really wants to bite you, what should you do? Are we still going to do this magazine? "

"Editor." Ying Yue turned around and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't bite this hard rock. If you have nothing else to do, I'll follow up on Wu Le Jun's matter, alright?"

"Alright, alright, let's forget about it this time. We have to be careful next time." The editor who heard Ying Yue mention work said in a clear voice, "We have to hurry up on this matter with Wu Le Jun, do you understand?"

"Yes."

Seeing Ying Yue walk out of the meeting room, Little Zhang immediately carried the things she had prepared and walked up to her happily and asked, "Big sister Ying Yue, did you finish them all? You don't know that Xia Xiaoyu's face was …"

"Have you prepared all the information?" Ying Yue looked at her watch and boldly asked.

"It's all ready." Little Zhang immediately replied, "Miss Wu has already organized all of her works. That way, we can thoroughly understand his creative style and gather more evidence that would be beneficial to Miss Wu."

Ying Yue did not reply and immediately left with Little Zhang.

When she arrived at the parking lot, just as she was about to take out the key from her pocket, the first thing she found was Gu Lin's name card, and she couldn't help but smile. She didn't think that her fleeting husband would become her shield against Xia Xiaoyu.

As soon as Ying Yue sat in the car, Lin Chuchu's phone number caught up to her.

Yue'er, you have to take responsibility of me. I had indigestion last night until midnight, and when I arrived at psychological clinic this morning, my stomach started to ache.

"You're still talking about it." Ying Yue turned the steering wheel and slowly drove out of the parking lot. "Because of that phone call from yesterday, Xia Xiaoyu actually brought a lawyer to our magazine early in the morning to sue me. Elder sister, you've caused me quite a bit of trouble."

"And the result?" The result? Compared to comforting Ying Yue's little heart, Lin Chuchu, who had always had a strong desire for victory, was more concerned about the outcome of losing.

"Sister Chuchu, of course Sister Ying Yue won. You don't know how ugly Xia Xiaoyu's expression was when she left." Little Zhang interrupted with a smile.

"I knew that my Yue Er wouldn't dare to lose to me." Lin Chuchu took the hot tea that the assistant handed to him, lifted his eyelids, and indicated for him to leave, continuing, "Now that this Little San'er is so arrogant, it seems that I need to analyse her in depth. However, Yue'er, you should thank me.

Little Zhang laughed, while Ying Yue sighed. It was true, even a dead person like Lin Chuchu would find it hard to believe.

"Alright, alright. After you and Little Zhang finish their work today, I'll treat you guys to a big meal."

"Really?" Little Zhang exclaimed, "Sister Chuchu, where are we going?"

"Where are you going?" Lin Chuchu laughed, "The Mediterranean."

Ying Yue heard these three words and immediately hung up. This Lin Chuchu, do I owe you in my previous life?

Ying Yue and Little Zhang drove over to Wu Le Jun's house. In the past few years, Wu Le Jun had placed all of his songs in front of them. They looked at the neatly organized documents and realized that they were all so meticulously preserved.

It seemed that only by doing something that he liked would he be able to put his heart into doing it.

Little Zhang was taking pictures by the side. Ying Yue flipped through the original song written by Wu Le Jun two years ago. She took a close look and raised her head to ask, "Have you sent this song yet?"

"Nope." Wu Leyan waved her hand that was wearing the skull ring and said, "I'm not very satisfied with this song, so after writing it, I put it aside. There was no vote at all, much less post it."

"Little Zhang, come over here and take a look." Ying Yue passed the item in her hand to her.

"Big sister Ying Yue." Little Zhang looked at it from beginning to end and frowned as he said, "Why do I feel like …"

Ying Yue lowered her eyes and the two of them came to a tacit understanding. Little Zhang stopped talking and immediately turned on the computer to check.

"What's wrong?" Wu Leyan's attention was also mobilized and she asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Ying Yue did not answer her, instead, she took the manuscript from Little Zhang's hand. At the same time, she pointed to the date on it and said seriously, "I've seen all of your manuscripts. You have a habit: Every time you write a song, you append a date to the bottom right corner."

Although Wu Leyan had mentioned it the first time they met, Ying Yue had still carefully confirmed it.

"That's right." Wu Leyan nodded and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Sister Ying Yue, I found it." Little Zhang pushed the laptop in front of Ying Yue, "Look …"

Ying Yue glanced at him indifferently. Wu Le Jun, who was at the side, could no longer sit still. She immediately grabbed the laptop. Soon, her expression changed.

Shocked and angry.

"That's impossible. I've never shown this song to anyone else, so it's impossible."

Ying Yue drew two strokes on the material before raising her head again and asked, "Is that really the case? Miss Wu, there is no impossibility in this world.

When Wu Leyan heard this, she frowned and looked at Ying Yue. Ying Yue, on the other hand, had her gaze fixed on a picture on the table beside her.