Five years after their breakup, a prominent lawyer is desperately seeking reconciliation.

Lu Jingshi looked at him with a "you're kidding me" expression, not believing him at all.

"Jiang Wan, this is a lie that men often use."

"If you don't believe me, just look for yourself. The person who reported me works right here."

A year ago, Jiang Wan regained her lawyer's license.

Not long after, she received a very simple divorce case, and the plaintiff, Zhang Mei, was the one who entrusted her with the case.

Zhang Mei is in her forties, with striking features, and she enjoys singing live online.

But on the day she arrived, her face was covered in bruises, her right eye was swollen and black, and she was very agitated, demanding that she sue her husband, Shi Lei, for divorce.

I initially thought the breakdown in our relationship was due to domestic violence.

Zhang Mei's husband also appeared very remorseful in court.

He not only sincerely apologized to Zhang Mei, but also offered to give the house to Zhang Mei and compensate her with 10 yuan in cash.

I thought that was the end of it.

However, just one month after receiving the judgment, Jiang Wan met Zhang Mei and her ex-husband at the supermarket.

The two walked arm in arm toward the underground parking garage, their expressions intimate, as if they were deeply in love.

As a lawyer, Jiang Wan had seen many divorces end in reconciliation, and although it was somewhat poignant, she didn't dwell on it.

I never expected that after so long, Zhang Mei would actually report me to the Bureau of Justice!

Through Xiao Du's connections, it was discovered that Zhang Mei works here, specifically in the late-night hours after midnight.

Lu Jingshi was still half-believing, but he finally moved away from the body that was pressing against her.

The cool, refreshing fragrance that had enveloped her suddenly disappeared. Jiang Wan straightened her skirt, turned on the lights in the private room, and pressed the call button.

The waiter quickly pushed the door open and came in.

"Gentlemen, is there anything I can help you with?"

Jiang Wan pointed at Lu Jingshi: "My brother's been in a bad mood these past few days, he's been irritable, and he wants to find someone to relax with..."

The waiter was so frightened that he repeatedly denied it.

"Miss, you can't say things like that. This is a respectable place; we don't offer those kinds of novel activities."

Jiang Wan raised an eyebrow: "Really? Take a look at this before you answer."

She winked at Lu Jingshi and rubbed her index finger and thumb together.

Lu Jingshi glanced at her but didn't react.

Jiang Wan was getting anxious. How come this person doesn't understand any underworld slang?

She rubbed her hands together again, hinting, "Brother, show us what you've got."

"I didn't bring any money."

The waiter's lips curled into a disdainful smile as he said very softly, "Miss, this is truly a respectable place. Is there anything else you two would like?"

Lu Jingshi took out his phone and sent a message.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and the nearest waiter opened it.

"Boss...boss."

A middle-aged man of medium build, with a large belly, stood smiling at the door.

"It's a great honor to have Mr. Lu here. I..."

Lu Jingshi leaned back lazily on the sofa and raised his chin: "Come in, she's looking for you."

The waiter stared in shock at the boss, who had to be mindful of others' opinions even on his own turf, and remained stunned for a few seconds.

After a moment's thought, he quickly left.

The middle-aged man, having received permission, squinted as he walked in. He glanced at Jiang Wan sitting to the side, his eyes darting around as if unsure about the relationship between the two.

"Excuse me... young lady, is there something you need?"

Jiang Wan was delighted; Lu Jingshi knew the owner here, which made things much easier.

With Lu Jingshi's influence, it wasn't long before a dozen heavily made-up women were sent into the private room.

"Mr. Lu, although we are an entertainment venue, we really do business cleanly. These ladies are not young, they just accompany people to sing and drink to make a living, they do nothing else."

The middle-aged man knew that the Mr. Lu in front of him was not only the young master of the Lu Group, but also a well-known bigwig in the legal profession.

But since he had spoken, I couldn't really be disrespectful and keep quiet about it.

"Besides, if Mr. Lu wants to find someone... to have a chat, why would he want a place like this? I have a friend..."

Seeing that Lu Jingshi's face was dark and he was about to explode, Jiang Wan quickly interrupted him.

"Boss, Mr. Lu doesn't..."

She initially wanted to refuse outright, but fearing it would hinder Lu Jingshi's future reckless behavior, she had to change her mind at the last minute.

"...No, it's not convenient for you today, Mr. Lu. I wanted to catch up with an old friend."

A chill ran through her, and Jiang Wan knew who it was without even looking.

But there were more important things to do now, so she stood up and scanned the women's faces one by one.

Just as the nightclub owner said, these women did wear heavy makeup.

But upon closer inspection, the marks of time are still visible.

"There are none in the first row."

The nightclub owner waved his hand, and the women in the first row were led out.

Jiang Wan stepped forward from the second row and carefully examined the objects.

A woman wearing tank tops and hot pants, with an exaggerated pink hairstyle, turned slightly to avoid Jiang Wan's gaze.

Jiang Wan walked up to her and said with a smile, "Sister Zhang Mei, it's been a long time."

The others were taken away by the nightclub owner, leaving only Zhang Mei behind.

At this moment, Zhang Mei removed her exaggeratedly fluffy afro wig, and her slightly greasy natural hair was tightly tied into a bun.

She unceremoniously picked up the expensive cigarettes that Lu Jingshi had thrown on the table.

She lit a cigarette and smoked it casually, seemingly unfazed by Jiang Wan's visit.

"I know what you're here to do. Let me tell you, I won't withdraw my report against you, so forget about it."

Jiang Wan found her hatred inexplicable.

"I'm really curious, why did you report me? I ran into you at the supermarket before. Didn't you and your ex-husband... get back together?"

Zhang Mei sneered, "We never really intended to get a divorce, so what's this talk of getting back together?"

"So, are you getting a fake divorce to buy a house? Or... to clear your debts?"

Jiang Wan tentatively opened her mouth.

However, in that case, she personally went to obtain the evidence for the division of property.

The two have no other assets or debts besides their existing home.

Zhang Mei exhaled a puff of smoke and refused to answer.

"Fine, I'll accept it even if you don't withdraw it. I just want to know one thing: you've been quiet for a year, why did you suddenly decide to report me? Did someone teach you how?"

Zhang Mei's previously nonchalant expression showed a slight relaxation, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Attorney Jiang, stop trying to trick me. It's my own fault for hating you. Why didn't you try to persuade me back then? Do you know I have nothing left? You ask me what I've been doing this past year? Of course, I've been busy working odd jobs to make a living."

"It's all your fault! You severed our connection little by little. He turned his back on me and the child not long after he got the verdict. Tell me, who else should I hate but you?"

Jiang Wan was amused by her illogical arguments and decided not to waste any more words with her.

"What do you want? Do you want him back in your life?"

Lu Jingshi, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.

Zhang Mei took a deep drag of her cigarette and then exhaled sharply.

He spat in Lu Jingshi's direction.

"Do you think they can get back together even if he comes back? Don't dream about it. There's no such thing as a perfect reconciliation or a broken mirror being mended in this world!"

Lu Jingshi suddenly stood up, his eyes cold and his clear voice filled with suppressed anger.

"If I say it's possible, then it's possible!"