What's wrong with this lawyer?!-Chapter 1055 - 342: Is This the Result of Your Rectification? _2

Chapter 1055: Chapter 342: Is This the Result of Your Rectification? _2

There’s no way around it, really no way. She’s already left, so what else can he do?

All he could do was step out of the filing office. Just then, Old Han heard a voice: "So, how does it feel? Satisfying or not?"

Only one young person—Tang Fangjing—would talk to him in such a tone, so Old Han quickly replied: "Satisfying, satisfying to the point I feel like cursing. What’s with that woman?"

Beside him, Old Tang chuckled and said: "What’s with her? She’s been in this job a long time; she’s a seasoned veteran. She thinks as long as she isn’t ambitious, no one can do anything to her. A bad attitude? So what—it’s not like she’ll get fired." freewebnσvel.cøm

"That being said, the culture over here definitely has some issues... Otherwise, why would I ask you to come over?"

Old Han thought about it carefully before asking: "So what about this afternoon? Should we keep going?"

Old Tang glanced at the courthouse building ahead and replied calmly: "Of course, keep going. When it comes to bad attitudes, even if they get penalized in the end, it’s just superficial. If we’re going to do this, either go all out or don’t bother!"

This wasn’t personal—it’s because the other party’s behavior was simply over the line.

And just like that, the afternoon rolled around. At 2:30 PM, Old Han arrived at the filing office right on time. He was about to go through security and step inside when the elderly security guard spoke up: "Going in this early is pointless."

Old Han was surprised: "Pointless? Why pointless?"

"The people inside haven’t started work yet. Even if you go in, you’ll just be waiting," the security guard casually replied.

"Not started work yet? But... isn’t it clearly posted that they start at 2:30? Even the person at the window said this at noon," Old Han asked again.

"2:30? They’re still waking up from their lunch breaks—how could they be working yet? At the earliest, it’ll be after 3 PM. Just wait."

"Then I’ll go in and wait. It’s pretty hot out here, at least there’s air conditioning inside."

After a bit of back-and-forth, Old Han was finally allowed in. Sure enough, just as the security guard had said, none of the service windows were open, and there wasn’t anyone around—it was as if everyone was used to this.

No surprises there. Old Han pulled out his phone and started snapping pictures—a flurry of shots that included previous exchanges. All of this would serve as material later; he was curious to see how the internet would react.

As it approached 3 PM, someone finally showed up.

After waiting a little longer, Zhong Tianli appeared at one of the windows, yawning.

Right then, Old Han walked up: "Didn’t you say work starts at 2:30 in the afternoon? What time is it now?"

Upon hearing him, Zhong Tianli instantly noticed Old Han and her mood began to sour.

"Why are you here again? Didn’t I already tell you in the morning to file a divorce lawsuit first? Didn’t you understand?"

Old Han replied again: "In the morning, I told you the Supreme Court has regulations regarding protective orders, but you didn’t listen to me and simply walked away."

"So now I’m telling you again. Regulation number one clearly states: ’Applying for a personal safety protection order at the People’s Court is not contingent upon filing for divorce or other civil litigation.’"

"So, does your court have different rules?"

Zhong Tianli remained silent; she just felt like she’d been incredibly unlucky lately—somehow always running into these overly meticulous types.

"What does your silence mean—that your court doesn’t recognize the Supreme Court’s regulations? Basically, unless I file for divorce, you won’t issue the protective order, right?"

"Let me ask you, if during this period my client experiences violence due to domestic abuse, are you ready to take responsibility?"

Lawyers are experts at pinning responsibility onto others.

Seeing Zhong Tianli still silent, a nearby staff member quickly stepped over: "Alright, sir, just hand me your documents. Just give them to me."

Hearing this, Old Han finally stopped his verbal barrage. Handing over the materials, he said: "The situation is fairly urgent. The man’s domestic abuse is escalating, so I hope you can expedite this."

The staff member said nothing, merely taking the documents and issuing Old Han the corresponding acceptance notice.

Old Han shot another glance at Zhong Tianli before finally turning and leaving.

She might have thought Tang Fangjing had only just filed a lawsuit and, based on past patterns, wouldn’t file anything again so soon, meaning there was nothing urgent.

But who could predict what goes on in Tang Fangjing’s mind?

It might seem boring, but that’s just the kind of person Tang Fangjing is.

Relentlessly persistent, and given his status as a major internet celebrity, a dramatized series of events like this would definitely attract viewers. There would be no shortage of interest.

According to regulations, once a protective order application is accepted, there must be a result within seventy-two hours—either to dismiss the request or to issue the protective order.

If extremely urgent, the period can be shortened to twenty-four hours.

Of course, whether it’s deemed extremely urgent is for the court to decide based on the circumstances.

On the whole, many local courts are handling this well; some courts can even issue protective orders within two hours.

Watching Old Han leave, the staff member handed the materials to Zhong Tianli and tried to advise her: "Sister Li, since we’re undergoing reforms, it’s better not to argue with people like this..."

Zhong Tianli, with a darkened expression, retorted: "Every one of them comes up spouting ’law this, law that,’ without looking at the reality. The court only has so many staff—how are we supposed to process everything?"

"Let’s just take it slow."

It’s not likely something would happen within these few days anyway, right? Besides, it’s not Tang Fangjing—why should she be so concerned?

Twenty-four hours went by without any result. Seventy-two hours were nearly up, and still no result.

With the seventy-two-hour deadline looming, Old Han arrived at the Ningtang County Court.

At the same window, Old Han noted that the time had just hit seventy-two hours, and he stepped forward: "Comrade, the seventy-two hours have passed. What’s the outcome of the protective order I applied for earlier?"