Gold-Medal Lawyer Alpha and Her Doctor Jiang - Chapter 11: Beast

Chapter 11: Beast

Jiang Zhiyi: Rest well and come feed me.

Cen Qingyi couldn’t bear to look, blushing as she replied: I’m busy now, no time.

Jiang Zhiyi: I want porridge. The address is…

She wasn’t her servant! Cen Qingyi didn’t reply to Jiang Zhiyi’s message. She quickly drafted a letter, which Lin Yuanzhi approved, and mailed it during lunch.

In the afternoon, Cen Qingyi’s phone rang with an unknown number. She answered, surprised to hear Chen Mother from Xiaonan Village.

“Why did you change your number?” Cen Qingyi asked with a smile.

“The old plan wasn’t suitable. Your uncle insisted I switch, so I did,” Chen Mother said, chatting briefly before her tone grew hesitant. Cen Qingyi sensed she had a reason for calling. “If you have something to say, just say it. We’re not strangers.”

Chen Mother sighed deeply. Her old friend’s son got into a fight, reportedly minor, but the other party demanded 500,000 in compensation. “Qingyi, I know you’re busy, but people from our village haven’t seen the world. The boy’s been arrested, and they’re talking about a lawsuit. The old couple came to me, desperate. Can you think of a way?” By the end, Chen Mother sobbed. “He’s their only son. What if something happens?” Chen Father’s loud voice interrupted, “Why are you crying? The kid didn’t say she wouldn’t help. Stop it, woman.”

“He’s right,” Cen Qingyi said with a smile. “Auntie, give me your friend’s number. I’ll ask about it. Don’t worry. I’ve seen cases like this. It’s usually fine with private mediation.”

Cen Qingyi hung up and called the friend. Hearing it was Chen Mother’s lawyer, the woman cried before speaking.

Through her sobs, Cen Qingyi learned the arrested man was He Yuzhe.

He Yuzhe was invited to dinner by a friend, but somehow a fight broke out in a KTV.

Someone called the police, and He Yuzhe even hit an officer. His mother cried, “Impossible. My son wouldn’t hit police. He’s so honest. The other side must’ve started it, and he fought back.”

Cen Qingyi frowned. This was tricky—assaulting police. “Alright, Auntie, I understand. Someone will call you soon. Keep your phone on.”

Cen Qingyi called Ange in. “You and Qin Chuan visit the He family, then go to the police station to check the situation.”

**

Ange and Qin Chuan left. Cen Qingyi reorganized her schedule. Since her terminal illness was a misdiagnosis, she needed to regroup and push forward.

A knock sounded. Cen Qingyi called out, “Come in.” Director He placed a stack of documents on her desk. “I’ve got a weird case.”

It was a house sale case. The client insisted they didn’t sign or fingerprint the contract. Director He pulled out a document. “But look.”

Cen Qingyi compared the contract. The signature looked identical to the naked eye. “It’s definitely one person’s handwriting.”

“Right? The fingerprint’s theirs too.”

“Is the client lying?” Cen Qingyi had seen this before—clients lying to gain an advantage.

Director He shook his head. “I thought so too, but they’re adamant.”

They exchanged looks. Cen Qingyi’s phone vibrated, but she ignored it. “Director He, if you trust me, leave the file. I’ll look it over.”

Director He chuckled teasingly. “Trust you? Don’t leak it.” They laughed together.

As Director He left, Cen Qingyi picked up her phone.

The vibration was a text from an unknown number: You broke your promise. I said there’d be punishment.

The cryptic message puzzled Cen Qingyi. She set the phone down, ignoring it.

Qin Chuan and Ange returned with bad news. The police’s account differed from the He family’s.

“The victim’s no ordinary person,” Ange sighed. “It’s the station chief, Jiang Jianbi. The fight was in a KTV private room with only He Yuzhe, police, and his so-called friend Zhou Jinglong. I bet he’s no good either. They’re all aligned, claiming He Yuzhe injured the chief and Zhou Jinglong.”

Qin Chuan leaned on the desk, scoffing. “They’re in cahoots. Jiang Jianbi and Zhou Jinglong are hospitalized, claiming serious injuries. I doubt it.”

“The problem is, the station can easily get a medical report, right? Either way, He Yuzhe’s in trouble,” Ange said reasonably.

“No surveillance in the KTV?”

“They say there isn’t,” Qin Chuan said, implying doubt. Ange added, “Even if there is, they’d say there isn’t. Who wants trouble, especially with the police involved?”

Cen Qingyi hummed. “See? Impulse is the devil. Young people with hot tempers get into trouble.”

Qin Chuan shrugged noncommittally. Cen Qingyi checked the time. “Alright, you two get off work. I’ll visit the hospital tonight to check.”

**

Before Cen Qingyi reached the hospital, her phone rang. An unknown number, not Jiang Zhiyi.

“Hey, kid, aren’t you going too far?” The cold, accusatory voice sounded familiar. Cen Qingyi recalled the woman from the hospital’s clinic—Doctor Mu?

“You got her feverish and left her to die. Worse than a beast,” Mu Qing said. She thought Cen Qingyi’s leave was for something else, but Jiang Zhiyi took sick leave the next day.

Due to Jiang Zhiyi’s job, her body wasn’t like a typical omega’s, so consecutive sick leaves signaled trouble.

Mu Qing visited and saw swollen glands on Jiang Zhiyi’s neck and ears, likely from incomplete recovery and deep marking. The glands protested, causing a fever. Jiang Zhiyi, delirious, refused the hospital.

“I saw she texted you. Can’t you even make her porridge?” Mu Qing’s face darkened like a judge.

Cen Qingyi felt guilty but argued, “I’m not obligated to do anything for her. I’m not her anything. We just… for a moment…”

“If you’re nothing, why mark her two nights?” Mu Qing’s face turned icy. “Is that human talk? You had your fun, so why bond and mark? Don’t you know the rules of playing around?”

Cen Qingyi was speechless. Mu Qing sneered, “I’m telling you, don’t act spoiled. She likes you, but I don’t. If you bully her, she might let it slide, but her friends won’t. Either come make porridge and stay with her, or I’ll bring people to Tiancheng Law Firm to settle this.”

Cen Qingyi never expected Mu Qing to know her workplace. She couldn’t ruin her career. “Fine, I’ll go. We have an agreement, but I don’t need to tell you. When she recovers, I’ll talk to her directly.” She paused, her anger rising. “And don’t threaten me. I’m a lawyer. I’m not afraid of lawsuits.”

They hung up after a heated exchange. Cen Qingyi fumed. Spoiled? Who was spoiling her?

She was sulking, recalling Jiang Zhiyi’s advice to sulk less. Her chest ached. What sin had she committed?

**

Cen Qingyi stopped home to grab documents, including Director He’s, and drove to the address in the text—a standalone villa in the suburbs.

For the first time, Cen Qingyi realized Jiang Zhiyi’s family was truly wealthy.

Mu Qing waited at the door, eyeing Cen Qingyi up and down. Her sharp brows, starry eyes, high nose, and pursed lips showed clear displeasure.

Mu Qing thought: Looks human but acts inhuman—a beast in disguise.

“You make the porridge. I’m watching,” Mu Qing said, implying she didn’t trust Cen Qingyi. Cen Qingyi, fed up, snapped, “If you don’t trust me, don’t call me here.”

“If our baby didn’t want your porridge, I wouldn’t have,” Mu Qing shot back, glaring. “What are you staring at? Make the porridge!”

Cen Qingyi cooked, lamenting her bad luck. Things had been rough lately.

After cooking, she brought the porridge inside, followed by Mu Qing, the overseer. Jiang Zhiyi, half-asleep and delirious, stirred at the musky scent, squinting as if dreaming. It was her—she saw her.

Jiang Zhiyi weakly raised her arms. Mu Qing moved to hug her but was gently pushed away.

Jiang Zhiyi’s hazy eyes fixed on Cen Qingyi, who stood stunned. Mu Qing, exasperated, shouted, “What are you looking at? Hug her!”

What sin had she committed to be tormented by these two? Grumbling inwardly, Cen Qingyi hugged Jiang Zhiyi. After all, she had caused her trouble.

Jiang Zhiyi’s weak arms loosely held Cen Qingyi, murmuring something unclear. Mu Qing glanced over. “Feed her the porridge. She needs food to recover.”

Cen Qingyi didn’t bother arguing with Mu Qing. She held the patient, softening. “Want some porridge?”

Jiang Zhiyi leaned bonelessly in her arms, her warm breath on Cen Qingyi’s neck, her small nose nuzzling like an animal.

Cen Qingyi planned to endure, but the little animal went for her neck gland. She froze. The animal bit, not too hard. Mu Qing gaped.

Ancestor, I said eat porridge, not me!