After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Even though they were so busy, the two still made time to come over today.

"The door was locked. I thought you had already gone back." Shen Man put her briefcase on the table and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Lin Fan poured two glasses of warm water and handed them to them.

"Just finished packing up and was about to leave." Lin Fan sat down opposite him. "You're so busy, why did you make a special trip?"

"Today is the day you and Su Qing have your court hearing. Can we not come?" Qin Lang took a sip of hot water to moisten his throat.

"We originally planned to pick you up directly at the courthouse this morning, but a planning meeting was held at the city government, so we couldn't get away. As soon as the meeting ended, we came straight here."

Shen Man held the water glass in both hands, looking at Lin Fan's calm expression, and tentatively asked, "What was the result? Did the court deliver its verdict in court?"

"No. Court is adjourned," Lin Fan said calmly.

"Adjournment?" Qin Lang frowned. "With Attorney Wang on the case, plus your clean bank statements and asset certificates, does the judge still have any doubts?"

Lin Fan shook his head and briefly recounted the events of the morning's court hearing.

This includes how Wang Zhengming produced the original copy of the 500 million betting agreement, leaving Attorney Zhang from Dacheng Law Firm speechless, and how Su Qing ultimately used "emotional instability and violent tendencies" as grounds to forcibly apply for supplementary evidence to delay the process.

After hearing this, Qin Lang sneered.

"I knew it. Su Qing will come up with any excuse to win. She even dared to sign a 500 million yuan betting agreement. She's really driven herself to the brink."

When Shen Man heard the words "violent tendencies," her brows furrowed tightly.

She and Su Qing grew up together and knew her former best friend all too well.

"Lin Fan, you can't let your guard down." Shen Man put down her water glass, her tone becoming very serious.

"Su Qing is too goal-oriented. Since she brought up this reason in court, she definitely didn't just say it."

Shen Man looked into Lin Fan's eyes.

"She can't control you financially right now. Her only chance to turn the tables is to prove you have personality flaws. You must control your emotions during this time. I'm afraid she'll have someone deliberately provoke you in secret. If you do something outside, she'll have irrefutable evidence."

"Attorney Wang also reminded me of that," Lin Fan nodded. "Don't worry, I know what's important. As long as I don't make any mistakes, she won't find any leverage against me."

Qin Lang leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and said, "Brother Lin, how about I send a few reliable security guards to keep an eye on things around Jin Street these next few days? If any fools come looking for trouble, you won't even need to lift a finger; I'll have them cleared out."

"No need," Lin Fan refused outright. "What kind of image would it project to a business with a few bodyguards on guard? I can handle it myself."

Seeing that Lin Fan understood the situation, the two didn't try to persuade him further.

We sat down and chatted for a bit more about the progress of the Chengnan project. It was almost 2:30 PM.

"Alright, we're relieved to know you're alright." Qin Lang stood up and buttoned his coat back up.

"I have a bunch of documents waiting to be signed at the company, I need to go back right away."

Take care.

After seeing Qin Lang and Shen Man off, Lin Fan told Su Xiaoxiao to go back to school early to rest, and then he fastened the glass door latch again.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

2:40.

Lin Fan grabbed his car keys, pushed open the door, and walked out.

A cold wind of early winter blew in my face. The leaves of the plane trees along the roadside were swirling and turning on the curb.

Lin Fan got into the driver's seat of the Wuling Hongguang and started the engine.

The car drove out of Phoenix Golden Street and merged into the smooth traffic of the city, heading towards the Starry Sky Early Education Center.

3 PM.

The Wuling Hongguang was parked in the marked parking space outside the early childhood education center.

Lin Fan got out of the car.

Instead of staying in the car, he walked to a plane tree on the side of the entrance to the early childhood education center and stood there.

This spot is a sheltered, dark corner with a wide view; you can see the large group of students as soon as the door opens.

I stood there for about ten minutes.

A black, ordinary Volkswagen Magotan pulled up to a stop on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray casual jacket stepped out.

The man had some gray hair and was holding a stainless steel thermos in his hand.

The man closed the car door, shrank his neck, and walked towards the gate, stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground.

As the man walked under the sycamore tree, he looked up and met Lin Fan's gaze.

They recognized each other.

At nine o'clock in the morning, in the solemn and dignified Third Courtroom.

He is Judge Chu Jianming, sitting high in the presiding judge's seat, holding the gavel; he is Lin Fan, the defendant, sitting in the dock, being questioned about his assets and character.

And now, it's 3 PM.

Outside the early childhood education center, where a cold wind was blowing, they once again shed their cold and serious social identities and became two ordinary elders who had come early to pick up their child from school.

When Chu Jianming saw Lin Fan, he was slightly taken aback at first, then the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out, revealing a peaceful smile.

"Tuantuan's dad, you're here early," Chu Jianming said.

"Okay. I came early and waited." Lin Fan nodded, his tone as calm as usual.

Chu Jianming lowered his head, blew on the rising steam from the thermos, and took a sip of warm water.

"It's really cold today." Chu Jianming tightened the lid of his cup, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the Wuling Hongguang that Lin Fan had driven, and then looking at the unbranded black jacket Lin Fan was wearing.

"In the courtroom this morning, facing such a large legal team from the opposing side, it's rare to see someone as composed as you sitting in the defendant's dock."

Discussing case details outside the courtroom is a major taboo, and Chu Jianming, as a judge, naturally understood this rule.

He didn't mention any bias in the judgment, nor did he comment on Su Qing; he merely expressed his admiration for Lin Fan's character as a neighbor.

"Every penny I earn is clean and honest, with nothing to hide, so there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Lin Fan put his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at the tightly closed black iron gate. "In court, it's ultimately the evidence that matters."

After listening, Chu Jianming turned his head and gave Lin Fan a deep look.

He had been a judge for nearly thirty years and had seen far too many couples fight tooth and nail over custody and property in civil court.

The accounts presented by those so-called high-end elites in court are often riddled with flaws.

This morning, the tax payment certificate that Lin Fan produced was so clean that even this old judge couldn't find a single fault with it.

"Last time we were here, you told me that you felt it was a waste to exchange years of spending time with your children for such a small amount of income."

Looking at the traffic on the road ahead, Chu Jianming thought, "Closing the shop today for this case must have resulted in considerable losses, right?"