There really are miracles in this world.

Back at Ah Fei Noodle House, what kind of promise did the legal team make to Boss Jiang?

If I remember correctly, it was something like a 99% chance of winning.

What does 99% even mean?

According to the Shen Zhou tradition of never speaking in absolutes, 99% is practically no different from 100%, but life just loves dramatic conflict.

That almost impossible 1% just came alive and turned into reality.

Absurd?

Ridiculous?

Yeah.

There is a bit of dark humor to it.

But then again, you can’t just blame the world.

It’s like a roulette game.

You have a 99% chance of drawing the grand prize, everyone else only has 1%.

But that doesn’t mean the prize is guaranteed to land in your hands.

Anyone who games a lot knows: whenever the devs run some card-draw or loot-box event, there’s always a drop rate.

But that probability is only for reference.

It says 30%, but that doesn’t mean you’ll definitely hit it in 4 pulls; you might go 40 pulls and still get nothing.

You might feel like coughing up blood, furious, even righteously storm off to argue with the devs, and in the end you’ll probably just get a disclaimer notice, with the devs even "thoughtfully" highlighting the fine print for you.

—All rights of final interpretation belong to our company.

So when she heard the outcome of the trial, Fang Qing wasn’t angry at all, nor was she discouraged. On day one of choosing this major, or for anyone stepping into this field, there’s a piece of essential knowledge that never appears in textbooks.

In court, wherever the judge’s gavel falls, it’s never surprising. And their job and duty is simply to do their best to make that gavel fall in a spot favorable to their client.

"Do our best."

That word is the key.

Do your best, not must.

After all, even the top lawyers have moments when they can’t do anything. There has never been any lawyer with a 100% win rate in this world—or put it this way, such a lawyer has yet to appear.

"Where’s Jiang Chen? Why didn’t he come take you for your IV drip today?"

As he opened the window to air the room, Fang Weiguo muttered. After days of drizzling rain, finally, the skies cleared.

"Our daughter’s already fine, what IV drip are you talking about."

Pan Hui was irritated and amused.

"Is she really fully recovered? It might not be a serious illness, but you still can’t slack off. A lot of problems are dragged out that way."

"Enough. You think Qing Qing and the others don’t understand more than you, you old man? You really think they need your reminders? Besides, Jiang Chen is way more attentive than you."

Fang Weiguo nodded without realizing it and sighed from the heart, "That kid Jiang Chen, he’s really something."

These past few days with their daughter being sick, he and his wife had seen Jiang Chen’s performance with their own eyes.

Priceless treasures are easy to find, a devoted man is not.

Not to flatter themselves, maybe there are plenty of families out there who’d sell their daughters for glory, but they don’t care about that. How much money someone has isn’t important; they only ask for one thing—treat their girl well.

—And the boy next door has done just that.

Even now, loaded with money, successful and famous, he hasn’t forgotten his roots. Toward the two of them as elders, toward their daughter, he’s never changed, always the same as before.

There are many rich people, and quite a few who are loyal and righteous. But someone who stays that loyal and righteous after getting rich—someone like that, in today’s society, you’d be hard-pressed to find even with a lantern.

Yet the more this was true, the more complicated Fang Weiguo felt. He sat down and patted his knees, which had been aching from the recent damp weather. "Why has Zhang Zhongquan stopped coming altogether?"

Pan Hui was baffled. Out of nowhere, why bring up Zhang Zhongquan?

"Weren’t you the one who told him not to come?"

Fang Weiguo quietly tapped his knees and said nothing.

Sigh.

It’s true he didn’t welcome that phony guy.

But.

Only if that guy came could he, with a clear conscience, satisfy that little vision in his heart.

"Oh right, how’s Zhang Zhongquan’s lawsuit going?"

Pan Hui asked her daughter.

"He settled privately with Green Land."

"What?!"

Fang Weiguo was shocked. "When did that happen? Didn’t he promise us he wouldn’t compromise?!"

Up until now, Fang Qing really hadn’t mentioned this to her parents.

Jiang Huazi felt guilty and was even less likely to take the initiative to contact them.

"It’s understandable to make a choice you think is in your best interest."

"So you were busy for nothing?"

Pan Hui was a little angry, feeling wronged on her daughter’s behalf.

Isn’t this being a backstabbing jerk?

"I knew I hadn’t misjudged him. That Zhang Zhongquan really never fails to disappoint!"

"Weren’t you just missing him a moment ago?"

"Miss my ass!"

Fang Weiguo cursed, "If he dares show up again, I swear I’ll break his legs. Swearing up and down to make a promise and then turning around and going back on it—what kind of person does that?!"

"No need. He definitely won’t come again."

Pan Hui couldn’t help her curiosity. "What conditions did Green Land offer him? How much did they pay?"

Fang Qing shook her head. "He didn’t tell me."

"This Zhang Zhongquan just used us as his gun. How did our door get smashed? Isn’t it because we helped him fight this case and got on Green Land’s bad side? But him? He didn’t even blink before selling us out. A rat! A complete rat! Having an uncle like him is a total disgrace to Jiang Chen!"

"Don’t talk nonsense. What’s this got to do with Jiang Chen. He and Jiang Chen cut ties long ago. Jiang Chen only stepped in this time because of Huazi."

"Exactly, and he even screwed Huazi over. What an ugly face."

Fang Weiguo said earnestly to his daughter, "You must tell Jiang Chen that someone like Zhang Zhongquan—he should never deal with him again in the future."

Pan Hui didn’t object.

This was really going too far.

"Dad, do you think he’s some soft-hearted pushover?"

Fang Weiguo nodded. That kid Jiang Chen is definitely not stupid—could an idiot pull off such earthshaking success?