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

On the other side, the Jiangcheng District People's Court.

There was a knock on the judge's office door.

Chu Jianming was sitting behind his desk reviewing a civil dispute file when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up and said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open.

Wang Zhengming walked in wearing a sharp suit and carrying a genuine leather briefcase.

"Old Chu, busy?" Wang Zhengming closed the door and walked to his desk.

The two had known each other for many years in the legal circle and had a good personal relationship, so they didn't beat around the bush when they spoke.

"Zhengming, have a seat." Chu Jianming put down his pen, pointed to the chair opposite him, and said, "What brings you here today? Wasn't the custody case you were handling already adjourned?"

Wang Zhengming pulled out a chair and sat down. Without any formalities, he immediately opened his briefcase.

"I'm here today for this case. To be precise, I'm here to submit an emergency statement."

Wang Zhengming placed a thick file folder on Chu Jianming's desk.

"The plaintiff, Su Qing, went to Xingkong Early Education Center yesterday morning, concealed the fact that she and her husband had already divorced, used the original old marriage certificate that had lost its legal validity to deceive the center, forged temporary pick-up and drop-off procedures, and forcibly took the minor away."

Upon hearing this, Chu Jianming's previously calm expression instantly darkened.

Although he already knew about this at the kindergarten gate yesterday, the nature of the matter is completely different now that Wang Zhengming has formally submitted the materials on behalf of the parties involved.

"Are all the materials here?" Chu Jianming took the file bag.

"It's all in there." Wang Zhengming nodded, his tone serious. "The chain of evidence is complete and unambiguous."

Chu Jianming opened the document bag, took out the paper materials inside, and carefully looked through them one by one.

The office was unusually quiet, with only the rustling of papers turning.

After reading the last sheet of the principal's explanation, Chu Jianming slammed the materials on the table, his brows furrowed tightly.

During the trial, the defendants used deceptive tactics to forcibly change the living environment of minors.

This practice not only challenges the seriousness of legal procedures, but also uses children's physical and mental health as a bargaining chip in the struggle for interests.

"How do you want the court to handle this?" Chu Jianming asked Wang Zhengming in a deep voice.

"On behalf of the defendant Lin Fan, I formally request the court to intervene," Wang Zhengming stated his demands clearly.

"Given that the plaintiff committed fraud by using false supporting documents, and that this act has seriously disrupted the normal life of the minor."

"We request the court to immediately summon the plaintiff, Su Qing, and order her to return the child to her original living environment. We also request that her extreme behavior be taken as an important factor in determining the final custody decision."

Chu Jianming leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

With this evidence presented, Su Qing's carefully constructed image of "high-class, stable, and well-mannered" persona, which she had painstakingly maintained in court, has completely collapsed.

"How's Lin Fan doing? How's he feeling?" Chu Jianming asked casually.

After listening, a hint of admiration flashed in Chu Jianming's eyes.

To be able to endure the pain of losing one's daughter without resorting to violence, and instead gather all the evidence and hand it over to a lawyer to pursue legal action—this restraint and composure truly makes him a person capable of achieving great things.

"I understand." Chu Jianming gathered the materials on the table and pressed the intercom button.

"Have the court clerk, Xiao Li, come to my office immediately. Also, find out the contact information for Su Qing's lawyer and prepare to issue a summons."

Chu Jianming hung up the phone and looked at Wang Zhengming.

"Go back and tell Lin Fan to focus on his business. The law is not a game; anyone who dares to play with fire under our noses will have to bear the consequences."

……

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The lunchtime crowds at Phoenix Golden Street gradually dispersed.

The last serving of mushroom and chicken rice at Lin's Shop was served.

Su Xiaoxiao took the wooden sign that read "Closed Today" and went outside to hang it on the doorknob.

The cold wind made her shrink her neck, and she quickly pushed the door open and closed the glass door tightly.

Only two tables of guests remained in the hall, still eating and talking quietly.

Lin Fan turned off the stove in the open kitchen, washed the spatula and hung it up. He took a dry towel to wipe his hands and took off his white chef's apron.

"Brother Lin, this rice bowl sold out so fast today," Su Xiaoxiao said as she walked to the cashier and sorted out the bills.

"My roommates said in the group chat that they plan to come and line up before class ends at 10:30 tomorrow, afraid that they won't be able to get any food."

"It's cold, eating hot rice with soup like this will warm you up," Lin Fan replied calmly.

After the last table of guests finished eating and left, Su Xiaoxiao quickly cleaned up the table and mopped the floor.

The shop became completely quiet.

Lin Fan walked into the kitchen and looked at the remaining scraps.

There's a bowl of cold rice from last night, two scallions, and two free-range eggs left.

He didn't bother with anything else; he simply turned on the stove, skillfully cracked the eggs, and poured in the cold rice to stir-fry.

The spatula quickly stirs the rice in the wok, the grains crackling softly in the hot oil. Sprinkle with chopped scallions, and it's ready to serve.

Two simple plates of fried rice with eggs were served.

Without any fancy spices, just ordinary salt and a little soy sauce, the cooking time was perfect, and the rice grains were distinct, exuding a pure egg aroma.

"Let's eat." Lin Fan pulled out a chair and sat down.

Su Xiaoxiao washed her hands and ran over, picked up a spoon, scooped up a big mouthful of fried rice and put it in her mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, she sighed with satisfaction.

"Brother Lin, even though I see you cook every day, I never get tired of this fried rice," Su Xiaoxiao said while eating, glancing at her phone on the table.

"By the way, Brother Lin, everyone was asking in the group chat earlier whether our store can be listed on food delivery platforms in the future?"

Su Xiaoxiao took a bite of rice. "It's so cold, and with final exams coming up soon, a lot of people say they wish they could have a hot meal made by you in the dorm."

Lin Fan swallowed the rice in his mouth, shook his head, and said in a calm tone, "I don't do takeout."

"Why? If we open a delivery service, with our current reputation, the number of orders from the university town will definitely explode."

Su Xiaoxiao was a little curious.

"The appeal of fried rice and rice bowls lies in the wok hei (the smoky aroma imparted by the wok) after they're cooked," Lin Fan said, wiping his mouth with a tissue.

"Putting it in a plastic box, closing the lid, and then bouncing around on the road for half an hour will cause all the steam to evaporate, ruining the texture and taste of the food. I won't do something that would damage my reputation."

Lin Fan glanced at the lobby: "Besides, there are only the two of us in the shop, and the dine-in capacity is already full. If we take too big a step, we'll get tired and our work will be sloppy. We can't earn all the money in the world."

After listening, Su Xiaoxiao nodded seriously.