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Chapter 1009 - 718 please vote for monthly pass!

Chapter 1009: 718 please vote for monthly pass!

"Snap."

The hospital room door opened.

Tong Dan walked in alone.

Fang Qing, who was pressing a bandage to her forehead, looked up, "Has Mr. Mao left?"

"No, he’s sitting outside."

Tong Dan looked gloomy.

"Alright, you know as well as I do, he didn’t do anything wrong. It was our first meeting, and if it were you, it would have been different, for sure."

Tong Dan curled her lip, "Don’t. If it were me, it probably wouldn’t make any difference."

Fang Qing smiled faintly, "Who can be certain about things that haven’t happened?"

Indeed.

The word "suppose" is inherently meaningless.

Tong Dan seemed much calmer, approached the bed, and tidied up the blanket.

"Do you feel dizzy?"

Fang Qing shook her head gently, "I’m really fine, no need to worry too much."

Tong Dan pulled over a chair and sat down. After a pause, and with lowered eyelids, she stared at the plain white blanket, "Qing Gege, I’m sorry."

"Sorry’s no use if you still need the police."

Tong Dan looked up.

Their eyes met, and Fang Qing, feigning sternness, pursed her lips into a smile.

"Enough. You know I hate it when we start with ’sorry this’ and ’sorry that.’ If you’re going to talk about that, you might as well go back now, and let me rest alone."

"I can’t leave; you still have a check-up tomorrow!"

Tong Dan blurted out definitively.

"Then stop saying useless things, or else I’ll get a headache even if I’m fine."

"I won’t say it, then."

Remembering, Tong Dan bit back her anger, "I thought, being a big lawyer, he must have high moral standards, but who knew he’d be so hypocritical. Married, yet not a word about it."

"Married or not is his private affair, it doesn’t seem necessary to keep mentioning it."

"Fang Qing, why are you still defending him? He clearly concealed it on purpose..."

"The law doesn’t mandate that you have to introduce your marital status to strangers."

"..."

Tong Dan was at a loss for words, looking incomprehensibly at her serenely indifferent best friend.

If it weren’t for the clear bandage on her forehead, she’d nearly doubt whether everything that evening was just an illusion.

"Fang Qing, they’ve brought you so much humiliation, can you really forgive them?"

"What else should I do? Respond with violence? I am a lawyer."

"You could sue her! So many people saw, and even if others are scared, I’m not! I can be your witness!"

Tong Dan’s voice was emphatic.

Fang Qing looked at her for a while, then smiled slightly, "You want me to file a lawsuit, and make a public spectacle? Even if you don’t mind the shame, I do."

Indeed.

Given Ding He’s status and the ambiguous relationship with a subordinate in her own law firm, let alone having a conflict with his wife, there was no doubt it would set off a public uproar once it went to court; what would Fang Qing do then?

Of course.

Tong Dan knew very well that her best friend was innocent with Ding He, but what use was her clarity?

The public only cares about gossip; as for the truth, few people care.

"A tiger is made by three men," a collective voice can melt metal.

Reputation, for a woman, is self-explanatory in its importance.

"So can we only..."

Tong Dan could understand, but she couldn’t accept it.

She could accept a family background and starting from a low point, but why should those people, who already enjoy abundant material comforts, also be so mean-spirited as to trample on their dignity?

Why?

Fang Qing touched the bandage on her forehead, as if comforting Tong Dan, "Legally speaking, this injury of mine doesn’t even qualify as a minor one."

Tong Dan naturally didn’t understand much about the law, but she knew Fang Qing wasn’t lying about this.

She had seen some news before, like women being domestic victims, temporarily losing their mobility, being "battered beyond recognition," and yet only identified as minor injuries.

There were also women who were assaulted in retaliation for rejecting a flirtation while eating barbecue, beaten until they were bruised all over, yet the injury assessment was surprisingly light.

By comparison, Fang Qing’s situation was indeed "trivial."

"But if the check-up tomorrow reveals..."

Tong Dan blurted out, without thinking, but Fang Qing interrupted her before she could finish.

"Are you cursing me?"

Tong Dan stopped and quickly shook her head, hastily saying: "I didn’t mean that."

"I know my own body, I’m fine."

In novels and movies, such scenarios often lead to complications like concussions or amnesia, but reality isn’t so magical.

The brain is the most vulnerable yet the most resilient part of the human body, and Fang Qing had instinctively braced for impact before hitting the desk, which cushioned the force.

Seeing Fang Qing speak naturally and think clearly, Tong Dan knew there probably wasn’t any major issue, and slowly nodded.

The room grew quiet for a moment.

"So, what do you plan to do next?"

Tong Dan’s voice broke the silence.

Fang Qing leaned back on the bed headrest, without pondering, or rather, having already considered this question.

"It’s simple, resign."

Tong Dan wasn’t surprised.

With such an incident at Tian He Law Firm, Fang Qing certainly couldn’t stay on, even if Ding He didn’t mind, Fang Qing certainly wouldn’t want to.

"Qing Gege, do you know what I admire most about you? Your decisiveness, never dilly-dallying. I wholeheartedly support your resignation! Better call your HR department right now."

"Such a spirited voice, you must not be hungry, seems my efforts were in vain."

The hospital room door opened.

Yu Feihong and Mao Dun walked in.