Meeting you was no accident

Early morning. Ning Zijin was fiddling with her favorite flowers and plants on the balcony as usual. Suddenly, a pleasant English ringtone poured out, breaking the quiet and warm air. Ning Zijin picked up the phone, her pink lips lightly opened, 'Hello.' 'Sister Ning, there's a woman at the business office, offering half a million dollars to name your help, how about it?' The man's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, obviously a little eager. Ning Zijin was already used to his appearance and asked indifferently, 'What kind of lawsuit?' 'Property rights in divorce.' Ning Zijin's clean cheeks didn't fluctuate by half, 'Good.' As soon as the words fell, her body fell forward in an uncoordinated manner. Ning Zijin stood up and rubbed her face in flesh pain; then, as if she thought of something, she quickly lay down on the balcony's railing and looked down where the water flowed. Oh! Ning Zijin looked embarrassed and smiled, slowly retracting her gaze and sidestepping her head to avoid the ice-pick-like eyes of the man downstairs. She really didn't mean to spill water all over his head. Setting the water bottle in the right position, Ning Zijin trotted downstairs, just halfway down the stairs, and when she looked up, her sight collided in midair with a look of displeasure man. The man saw her coming down and stopped taking steps to turn towards the sofa on the first floor. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.' Ning Zijin grinned and followed him to the sofa as well. Qu Zhiran stared grimly at the sincere-faced woman in front of him, his thin lips slightly open as he lowly protruded a few words, 'Is this how Ms Ning watered the flowers in the Ning household as well?' Ning Zijin mentally rolled her eyes, ignoring his mean squeeze. 'All the flowers in the house are kept in the garden, and occasionally there's some small grass under the flower pots, so I probably developed this habit a long time ago.' Ning Zijin's heart, which was still somewhat apologetic, clouded over the moment he had just exited. Qu Zhiran held his breath in his heart. Could it be that growing flowers on his head would be considered a habit for her? The woman in front of her palm-sized, small, round face with big eyes innocently said that the innocent look was really like a young girl who was not familiar with the world. It made him unable to get angry, yet he was furious. However, the rumored Ning Zijin wasn't a little white rabbit. Ning Zijin smoothly yanked over one of the rags on the coffee table, and before he could react, she had already wiped off the water droplets that were hanging on his face and was rushing to rub his hair messily. Qu Zhiran's face darkened once again, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Ning Zijin's muttering, 'Mr Qu has to take care of his body, if this wind blows, and he catches a cold, how much will the company's interests have to decline, and how much will the women who like Mr Qu have to be heartbroken.' His large hand directly tugged on the woman's delicate little hand that was making a mess, the corner of his mouth hooking up into an impish smile, 'Ms Ning is heartbroken?' Ning Zijin glared at him; her hand was tugged tightly by him, and she couldn't break free, so she simply didn't move, 'Is Mr Qu's ears bad, or is he suffering from some kind of disease? Pay attention to the premise of my words, which is that I like you, but it doesn't include me.' Finally, not pretending? Qu Zhiran ignored Ning Zijin's eloquent appearance, took a rag, and rubbed it directly on her face, his hand showing no mercy at all. Ning Zijin frowned and sniffled, hastily leaning back away from the rag in his hand, 'What's that smell?' 'Chinese medicine, like it?' Ning Zijin's brows furrowed into a Chuan shape, 'Before the wedding, but it was stated that we would not disturb each other, Mr Qu knows that I don't like traditional Chinese medicine, what's the point of doing this?' 'Just now I saw Ms Ning's face was a bit unclean, so I'm expressing my gratitude, and I'm honored.' His gentleness simply made Ning Zijin grit her teeth. Ning Zijin haphazardly wiped a hand on her face and turned around to leave. 'Since Ms Ning knows not to disturb each other before marriage, how do you explain the watering thing?' 'Doesn't Young Master Mr Qu know that everything rules out accidents?' Qu Zhiran nodded as if nothing had happened, his peach blossom eyes waved, 'Do accidents like this happen when you're working, Gold Medal Lawyer?' The corners of Ning Zijin's lips lifted into a confident smile, 'Of course not.' 'Really?' Ignoring his rhetorical question, Ning Zijin headed upstairs again, and this time, Qu Zhiran didn't open his mouth to make things difficult. In fact, her and Qu Zhiran's licensed marriage had been completely forced on them by her parents, who thought they had business interests. Since that marriage registration, the second time the two of them met was on the third day after she moved into the villa, which was the middle of the night the day before yesterday. Due to the change in location, she slept lightly and sat up when she heard the sound of water in the bathroom. 'You're back?' Ning Zijin was the first to speak. Qu Zhiran swept her up and down, 'This is my villa.' Ning Zijin sniffed, her pretty brows frowning lightly as she pretended to skulk and remind, 'We were already married the day before yesterday.' Qu Zhiran's amorous peach blossom eyes didn't have half an ounce of excessive emotion at this point, and he also reminded excessively, 'The two families are joined in marriage, does Ms Ning have to take it seriously?' Ning Zijin hooked her lips; this is what she wanted, 'It's great that Mr Qu can think this way, since the groom is heartless and the concubine has no intention of doing so, it's necessary for me to clarify some things with Mr Qu.' Qu Zhiran raised his eyebrows and sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing for her to continue. 'Firstly, you and I are just two families joined in marriage, so for the sake of unnecessary trouble, I don't wish to disclose my relationship with you to the public, which is also known as a hidden marriage in simpler terms.' 'Second, you and I have a name but no reality. At the same time, there is no reality now, and there is no need to have reality in the future.' 'Third, the two of you should not disturb each other.' Ning Zijin slowly finished the three points, then looked at Qu Zhiran, 'What do you think, Mr Qu?' Qu Zhiran nodded around reasonably, 'Good.' After settling things, Ning Zijin's drowsiness took over, ignoring Qu Zhiran, who was sitting on the edge of the bed; she switched off the dim lamp on the bedside table, burrowed under the covers and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, already drowsy, she suddenly felt a serious collapse on the other side of the bed. 'What are you doing?' Qu Zhiran shrugged, 'Sleeping, what else can I do?' In passing, he once again swept over Ning Zijin, who was wearing pajamas, his eyes resting on her flat chest with a look of contempt. Ning Zijin gritted her teeth and kicked her foot with all her strength, directly catching Qu Zhiran off guard. Qu Zhiran sat down on the floor without warning, gritting her teeth as she spoke, 'This villa is just a bed, do you have a conscience?' 'It's not like conscience can be eaten.' Ning Zijin bristled. Qu Zhiran's eyes were dark, and a dangerous aura spread out. 'There's a difference between men and women. You go to the sofa first and make do for the night, just move into bed tomorrow. In the future, the first floor will be mine. Don't invade my privacy.' Ning Zijin ended with a couple of solemn instructions. 'It's getting late, good night Mr Qu!' Qu Zhiran pressed back the anger in his chest, calmly stood up, and walked out. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Ning Zijin stuck his head out to look at the bedroom, making sure that Qu Zhiran was really gone before lying down again. The next day. The pleasant ringing of the bell once again pulled Ning Zijin's mind back. 'Sister Ning, the complainant is planning to meet you at noon, at the Alafi Western Restaurant.' Ning Zijin thought to herself that it would be a tricky property dispute. All the work she had taken on since she had graduated from university and entered the law firm had had a one hundred percent success rate. That's why someone would pay a lot of money to name her as the one to step in. Ning Zijin quickly arrived at the Arabic West Restaurant. The authorized party, Ms Zhang, took out a box from the seat next to her and pushed it in front of Ning Zijin's eyes, 'Lawyer Ning Zijin, this is the 250,000 deposit, and I'll double the remaining 250,000 if the debate is successful.' Ning Zijin's hand, pinching the juice straw, gave a slight lurch. She was a little surprised by Ms Zhang's words, and she didn't feel like she was going to win this case because of her movements or her words.