Liu Wenya had won her case.
But judging by the contents of the judgment document, the ruling could no longer really be called a victory.
It was more... a humiliation.
A blatant humiliation.
The defendant had proposed five thousand yuan in compensation. What was a judgment awarding five thousand and one supposed to mean?
Was that extra yuan a gift?
They could have simply issued a ruling through the normal procedures.
Even awarding five thousand yuan in compensation would have been fine.
Because that would have followed the defendant's requested relief.
But what was that extra yuan supposed to be?
Wasn't this plainly telling everyone else, "You won this trial because I wanted you to win"?
After learning about this, Liu Wenya was also exceptionally angry.
Clearly, Ye Meizhen had deliberately interfered in this!
She had deliberately done this for Liu Wenya to see.
The message she was conveying was very direct-hadn't you won?
What effect could your victory possibly have on me?
You would get however much compensation I said you would!
In fact, Ye Meizhen had indeed done it deliberately, and that was precisely the idea she had meant to convey.
At Ye Meizhen's home.
After reading the judgment document, Ye Meizhen casually tossed the first-instance judgment document onto the table.
A trace of smug satisfaction at having achieved her goal played at the corners of her mouth as she spoke to herself.
"That Liu Wenya really doesn't know what's good for her. Does she really think she could have lived the way I do if I hadn't taken her place at university?"
"I earned the life I have now through my own hard work. That academic qualification was only worth so much."
"My dad offered her thirty thousand, even fifty thousand yuan before, to settle."
"And never