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Chapter 1152 Xingyu's Wish: The Past Cannot Be Passed

The trial process was like a war without the smoke of gunpowder, with the two lawyers each holding their own opinions and engaging in a fierce confrontation.

Song Yuanzhe fully demonstrated his profound legal attainments, citing classics and based on the provisions of the Copyright Law on the freedom of creation of works and the boundary of defamation, he argued: "Although artistic creation allows for moderate fiction, it must not distort the facts at the cost of infringing on the reputation of others. Ms. Han Zhiyuan's script maliciously alluded to the Gu family in many places, causing great damage to the reputation of her family, which has far exceeded the scope of reasonable creation."

His words were sonorous and accompanied by powerful gestures, and every word was powerful.

Han Zhiyuan's lawyer was not to be outdone and quickly stood up to refute: "Our client's work is based on public materials and artistic imagination, and has no clear direction. In the process of disseminating the work, he never actively promoted the relationship with the Gu family. How can there be infringement?"

As he spoke, he waved the materials in his hand, trying to make a comeback with a logically rigorous argument.

"The plaintiff previously made a lengthy accusation against our client in a live broadcast, and even responded to netizens' comments without disguising himself, pointing all the blame directly at our client. This is malicious defamation. Can this also be called public material?"

The two sides were deadlocked and the dispute went on for several rounds. The atmosphere in the court became increasingly tense and the air seemed to be frozen.

Finally, the judge struck the gavel and announced the verdict: "In this case, according to the existing laws and rules of evidence, although Ms. Han Zhiyuan's work has similarities with Gu's experience, it is impossible to conclusively determine that it constitutes defamation from the perspective of creative intent, dissemination impact and other aspects. Artistic creation is inherently ambiguous. If it is overly restricted, it will hinder the development of literature and art. As shown in the principle of comprehensive judgment on the protection of reputation rights in the Civil Code, infringement cannot be determined based on subjective assumptions alone. As for other details that are not directly related, this court will not accept them! If the plaintiff has any objections, he can file a separate lawsuit!"

Upon hearing the verdict, people had different reactions.

Song Yuanzhe was still sitting upright, his face calm as water, as if he had already expected this ending. He just closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath. At that moment, a barely perceptible sense of loneliness flashed across his face.

He slowly and steadily sorted the documents on the table, smoothing and aligning each page of paper. Then he picked up the briefcase with both hands, stood up, and walked towards the court exit with steady steps.

Xiao Mo was slightly startled at first, but then he quickly reacted. He buttoned up his suit jacket neatly, stood up, and opened his arms to greet Han Zhiyuan who was walking towards him.

Han Zhiyuan's eyes were slightly red, full of grievance and unwillingness. Xiao Mo gently held her in his arms, patted her back gently with one hand, and comforted her softly: "It's okay."

At the same time, he turned his head and looked in the direction where Song Yuanzhe left. There was a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he was considering the lawyer's performance today, and as if he was thinking about the deeper game behind this lawsuit.

Han Zhiyuan was trembling slightly in Xiao Mo's arms. She bit her lower lip tightly to prevent tears from flowing out. She couldn't find a trace of joy even though she won the lawsuit.

As for Song Yuanzhe, he seemed to be immersed in his own world. The huge courtroom fiercely separated the two groups.

He packed up his things and left, ignoring everything behind him. He strode out of the courtroom until his figure disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only silence in the room, which formed a sharp contrast with the still noisy public opinion outside the court, as if they were two completely different worlds.

On the other side, after receiving the verdict, Lin Junze hurriedly walked to Gu Mingcheng, leaned over slightly, and whispered a few words in his ear.

When Gu Mingcheng heard this, his expression remained calm, as if he were a silent iceberg, making it difficult to guess his true thoughts.

He just nodded slightly, then turned around and looked directly at the Han couple who were at a loss.

After many years, the two families reunited again in this familiar yet unfamiliar box.

Inside the box, the lights were dim, reflecting the mottled traces of time. The decorative paintings on the wall looked a little old, and the tables and chairs exuded a faint stale smell, as if telling stories from the past.

In the past, this place might have witnessed their laughter and clinking of cups, but now, times have changed and the initiative has quietly passed to others and is no longer firmly in Gu Mingcheng's hands.

The beginning of the incident could have been regarded as a misjudgment made by Han Zhiyuan due to impulse and emotion.

A young and energetic screenwriter, in order to express his inner resentment and grievance, tried to use words to fight for a place for himself and his family, but he never expected that this action would be like stirring up a hornet's nest, triggering a series of chain reactions.

It was not until she revealed the details of those old events that had been buried for many years in a live broadcast that Gu Mingcheng silently regretted in his heart that he had thought the whole thing was too simple.

He never imagined that the past that seemed to be buried by time would be dug out bit by bit by Han Zhiyuan and become the fuse of the current dispute.

Now, seeing the smug looks on the faces of the Han couple, Gu Mingcheng understood clearly.

He thought to himself that the whole thing was probably planned by his family for a long time. They wanted to use these so-called "secrets" to control him and threaten the Gu family to submit.

Humph, but they underestimated me too much, Gu Mingcheng snorted coldly in his heart. If they could force himself into a desperate situation with just this little trick, then all his hard work and experience in the business world throughout his life would have been in vain.

Thinking about this, Gu Mingcheng took a deep breath and tried to regulate his emotions. He invited the Han couple to dinner with the intention of resolving the matter calmly, laying out all the grievances and hatreds on the table and making them clear.

Even if the person opposite him did not hold the same idea, he did not want to let the situation continue to deteriorate. After all, the reputation of the Gu family was now in jeopardy. If they were not careful, they might fall into an irretrievable situation.

Gu Mingcheng first poured himself a cup of tea slowly and leisurely, his movements gracefully and calmly, as if the tense atmosphere in the box had nothing to do with him.

The steaming tea rose up, blurring his vision. Then, he took the initiative to pick up the teapot and poured a cup for the Han couple opposite.

For a moment, the only sound in the box was the gurgling sound of tea pouring. The silence was eerie.

This picture, no matter from which angle you look at it, makes people feel awkward.

The two families, who had originally torn their faces apart and were as hostile as fire and water, were now pretending to be calm and sitting in a private room to have a meal. Beneath the apparent peace, undercurrents were surging.

On one hand, the Han couple looked very proud, with their mouth corners raised and their eyes gleaming with victory, as if they were certain that Gu Mingcheng was begging for mercy this time;

On the other hand, Gu Mingcheng remained calm, taking in the reactions of the two people, and then calmly began to lay out his opening remarks.

"Although I once had a serious illness, which caused me to lose most of my memory," Gu Mingcheng paused slightly, picked up the teacup, gently blew on the tea leaves floating on the water, and took a sip, "but I remember some things related to the Han family very clearly."

His tone gradually changed from light and melodious to slow and low, as if he was lost in deep memories.

He stroked the rim of the cup, feeling the delicate warmth of the porcelain with his fingertips, and raised his head slightly, a trace of melancholy in his eyes, and sighed: "Han Yinuo and I are not destined to be together after all. But some things are over once they are over."

Gu Mingcheng's eyes swept across the faces of the Han couple, trying to catch a trace of emotion from their expressions, but he was disappointed.