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

The living room fell silent. Zhang

Cuihua didn't dare to shout anymore. Although she didn't understand the law, she could tell that the situation was very unfavorable.

Su Qing took out her phone and dialed Lawyer Zhang's number.

The call was answered quickly.

"Mr. Su." Attorney Zhang's voice was somewhat somber, clearly indicating that he was under a lot of pressure after being beaten by his former mentor in court today.

"Attorney Zhang, I don't care what methods you use, I must win at the next court hearing." Su Qing went straight to the point, without any nonsense.

"President Su, the path of relying solely on economic strength has been completely blocked. Wang Zhengming has plugged all the loopholes."

Attorney Zhang lowered his voice on the other end of the phone, "Our only chance to turn the tide is the reason we requested a recess in court today."

"Emotionally unstable and prone to violence," Su Qing replied coldly.

"Yes." Attorney Zhang's tone turned serious. "Regarding child custody, the court has very high requirements for the mental health of the guardian. As long as we can prove to the judge that Lin Fan has uncontrollable violent behavior, this will trigger a veto in the custody decision."

Su Qing leaned back on the sofa: "But where can we find evidence of his violence?"

"Since we can't find it through legitimate channels, we'll create it artificially," Attorney Zhang suggested.

"When people are pushed to the limit or face extreme provocation, their instinctive reactions cannot be faked. As long as Lin Fan loses control of his emotions and resorts to violence, even if it's just a shove, we can submit the surveillance footage to the court, and that will be irrefutable evidence."

"By then, even if he has hundreds of millions in his bank account, the judge will absolutely not dare to award the child to a self-employed individual who may lose control of his emotions and beat people at any time."

After listening, Su Qing tapped her fingers lightly twice on the armrest of the sofa.

"What do you need me to do?"

Attorney Zhang chuckled and lowered his voice.

"As long as you do this... and then do that, and we leave solid evidence nearby, this will be done."

After listening, Su Qing tapped her fingers lightly twice on the armrest of the sofa.

"Okay. Be careful what you do, don't leave any loose ends." Su Qing warned coldly into the phone.

"Understood, don't worry," Attorney Zhang replied on the other end of the phone. "Then I'll go prepare the subsequent litigation materials."

After hanging up the phone, the living room fell silent.

Su Qing picked up the water glass on the coffee table, took a sip, and turned to look at Zhang Cuihua, who was sitting next to her watching TV.

"Mom, do you still have my marriage certificate with Lin Fan?"

Zhang Cuihua paused for a moment, then turned around, holding the remote control, her face full of confusion:

"You're divorced, why are you asking about that? It's probably long gone, hidden somewhere in the storage room."

"Go find it. I need it." Su Qing's tone was calm, but it conveyed an undeniable determination.

Although Zhang Cuihua didn't understand what her daughter was going to do, she didn't dare to ask any more questions when she saw Su Qing's cold and hard face. She put down the remote control and got up to go to the storage room.

……

The next morning.

The temperature in Jiangcheng dropped another two degrees. The sky was overcast, with the dry chill typical of early winter.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Lin Fan got up on time.

After breakfast, at 8:10, the car was parked steadily in the marked parking space outside Jin Street.

Lin Fan opened the car door and carried Tuantuan out of the car.

A cold wind blew in from the street corner. Lin Fan led his daughter toward the shop entrance, but after taking only a couple of steps, he paused slightly.

The queue outside the store today was a little different from usual.

At this time of day, those waiting at the bottom of the steps are usually middle-aged business owners dressed in elegant coats and carrying thermos cups.

Today, the long queue was suddenly filled with many young faces.

Most of these young people were wearing thick, oversized down jackets, carrying backpacks, and some even had headphones around their necks.

They rubbed their hands and stamped their feet in the cold wind, chatting quietly in twos and threes, exuding the vigor of college students.

Lin Fan took out his key, walked up the steps, and pulled the bolt.

Pushing open the door, the air inside the shop was somewhat chilly. In the corner, from a wooden crate, Shrimp Dumpling, hearing the noise, immediately poked out its little orange head and meowed softly at Tuantuan.

"Shrimp dumplings!" Tuantuan broke free from Lin Fan's hand, ran over, and squatted down to tease the cat.

Less than two minutes later, Su Xiaoxiao, carrying a canvas bag, jogged into the store.

"Good morning, Brother Lin." Su Xiaoxiao took a breath, quickly put on her apron, and went to the bar to turn on the central air conditioning in the lobby.

"Why are there so many students outside today?" Lin Fan walked behind the bar, hung up his coat, and asked casually.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but laugh when she heard this.

"Brother Lin, you don't know yet, do you? The day before yesterday, after you hung that 88-yuan mushroom and chicken rice bowl on the blackboard, my roommates went back and posted about it on the school forum."

Su Xiaoxiao explained while wiping the table.

"Our shop has always been famous in the Jiangcheng University Town area because of the popularity of our concentrated plum juice cans. But in the past, everyone knew that a dish here would cost more than a thousand yuan, and a bowl of noodles would cost 180 yuan. Students simply couldn't afford it and could only watch the excitement online."

"After that post yesterday, saying that the restaurant had a double-digit number of hot dishes that were not only filling but also incredibly delicious, the entire foodie community in the university town went wild. I bet many of the people queuing outside today are college students who skipped class early to come and try it out."

Lin Fan nodded after listening.

In the restaurant business, a diverse customer base is a good thing. High-priced dishes are used to maintain profits and the restaurant's character, while affordable dishes are used to keep the atmosphere lively and engaging.

This 88-yuan rice bowl truly connects this restaurant with the lives of ordinary people.

At 8:20, two car horns sounded at the intersection of Jin Street.

A yellow kindergarten bus was parked on the street corner.

"Tuantuan, the school bus is here." Lin Fan put down what he was doing.

"Here you are!" Tuantuan put down the cat toy in her hand, patted Xiajiao's head, and put on her little backpack.

Lin Fan led his daughter out of the store, walked to the school bus at the street corner, and lifted her onto the bus steps.

"Goodbye, Daddy!" Tuantuan stood in the carriage and waved her little hand through the glass.

Lin Fan waved in response, watched the school bus drive smoothly away from Jin Street, and then turned around and walked back into the store.

8:30.

Lin's Shop opens on time.

Su Xiaoxiao walked to the front door, opened the glass door, and held the order tablet in her hand.

"Good morning, everyone. Please enter in an orderly fashion and avoid crowding."

At the front of the line were still Chairman Chen and Li Dayong, a few familiar faces.

But right behind them were a group of college students, sniffling from the cold.

Li Dayong strode into the hall, glanced at the few young people carrying backpacks who followed him in, and chuckled.

"Boss Lin, your shop is really lively today. With these young soldiers coming in, I feel like this old man has become ten years younger."