Chapter 122: Spring of the Pretty Boy

Usually, Jian Sining was mainly responsible for information collection and organization in the project team.

She had never disappointed Lin Dongfan; this time was no exception—she found Gao Lu's phone number in under five minutes and sent it to him.

She also added a question: "Senior Brother, is Li Hengbo causing trouble again?"

"Hmm."

Lin Dongfan replied with a single word.

On this day when families were about to reunite in the glow of countless lights, Jian Sining remained on duty at her post, unable to go home for the New Year.

Lin Dongfan sent her another surprise: "I've arranged for someone to go to your hometown to pick up your parents and younger sister so you can reunite; they should arrive in Nanzhou this afternoon. I've paid for rooms 806 and 808 at the Qinghu Guesthouse—get the key from the front desk. Each room contains a New Year gift package, one for your parents, one for your sister. When the time comes, tell them you bought them yourself to make them happy—this is an order."

I don't know if it's due to the message being too long or the reading time being too long.

I waited a while.

Lin Dongfan finally received Jian Sining's reply—a single line of teary emojis—probably because she was so moved she didn't know what to say.

That's right.

Senior Brother just loves to see you moved to tears.

Lin Dongfan, feeling satisfied, replied with a teasing voice message: "Little Junior Sister, what's this all about? I used my own money to give you benefits, yet you won't even give me a smile."

"Senior Brother, how much did those New Year gift packages cost?"

This time, Jian Sining also replied with a voice message; from her tone you could tell she was finding it hard to laugh out loud, as she was currently in a state of being overwhelmed by favor.

Lin Dongfan replied: "You'll know later that, as long as it's a problem money can solve, it's no problem for me—stop the false pleasantries and just work hard."

"Alright, I'm not saying more—my tears are out of control."

After sending the voice message, Jian Sining also sent a "thank goodness" emoticon.

At this moment.

Lin Dongfan personally felt:

Being a do-gooder who treats money like dirt can actually feel exhilarating enough to shake heaven and move ghosts—but the key is you must first have money, then you can treat it like dirt.

For a reborn person, the advantage of foresight makes getting rich legally as easy as turning over one's hand.

Now the true richest person in Nanzhou City isn't that someone on the Forbes list, but Gao Lu, who leans on a big tree for shade—a hidden tycoon weighing 160 jin.

She's on the path to illicit wealth!

If nothing unexpected happens, Gao Lu's good days won't last long; those who get rich illegally must make way for the law-abiding rich, or the Tiger‑head Halberd will roar.

Lin Dongfan called Gao Lu:

"I'll give you a chance to turn over a new leaf—just slap that little Li back to his grandmother's house, then donate your assets to a public charity, and I might let you live to see the ending."

"Who the hell are you? Do you even know who you're talking to?!"

"I've previously warned you calmly that we have no grudge; it's that little Li stirring things up, telling you not to be used by him. Since you didn't listen, now you can only donate your assets."

"Turns out you're this little bastard—scared me so bad I almost lost two jin of flesh."

"Don't you want to live to see the ending?"

"Someone like you, a petty official who won't survive three episodes, isn't even qualified to threaten me."

In Gao Lu's eyes, Lin Dongfan is just a useless live‑in son‑in‑law; the key is that his father‑in‑law, Chu Jinsong, is merely a ministerial‑level official—ranked third in Nanzhou, not even listed provincially.

With such a background, he dares to spout nonsense.

He simply doesn't know what's good for him.

Gao Lu hung up after speaking and set her phone aside.

Today she's in a good mood; although the bathwater has cooled, she remains soaking, eyes closed, enjoying Li Hengbo's vigorous massage.

Her phone chimed again with a new message.

Li Hengbo glanced at the lit phone screen, massaging while probing: "Miss Gao, was that just a call from Lin Dongfan?"

"Hmm."

Gao Lu, eyes closed, was in a state of utter relaxation, bliss without bounds.

Li Hengbo added fuel to the fire: "It seems Director Yu is also unreliable—he was told to cancel Chu Lingxi's show, but he not only failed to get it done, he also sold you out."

"I just asked that Yu‑surnamed person which higher‑up was applying pressure, but he couldn't say. I suspect that bastard is playing both sides—taking my benefits here and Lin Dongfan's there."

"That's definitely the case."

"Haven't you eaten? Put some strength into it."

"I'm putting in the effort."

Li Hengbo quickly increased the massage pressure, daring not to slack off.

While massaging, he goaded: "Miss Gao, that bastard Lin Dongfan actually called to provoke you—clearly he doesn't take you seriously."

"No rush—if he doesn't know what's good for him, I'll eventually bury him alive." Gao Lu enjoyed the massage with eyes closed, acting as if Lin Dongfan meant nothing to her.

Li Hengbo saw a chance to profit: "Taking care of him doesn't even require you to lift a finger—just transfer me to the Municipal Party Committee Office, and I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

"You've just been promoted and already want another rise—don't be too greedy."

"Miss Gao, this time it's truly not that I'm insatiably greedy; I want to go to the Municipal Party Committee Office to help relieve your and Party Secretary Gao's burdens, and to quickly eliminate the menace that is Lin Dongfan."

"First make me comfortable, then we'll talk."

"Miss Gao, seriously, your skin is truly great—if the one who bathed in Huaqing Pool back then were you, what would Yang Guifei even matter? Look at your full, supple figure—the feel is genuinely nice……

Comparing a post‑menopausal old woman to Yang Guifei.

Such flattery is probably something only Li Hengbo could say; scanning all of Nanzhou City, you'd hardly find another shameless sycophant.

And precisely because this level of praise is rare.

Its effect is also obvious.

Gao Lu, over fifty, was coaxed into beaming delight: "In appreciation of your thoughtfulness, I'll first grant you a small wish—tomorrow I'll help you pull Chu Lingxi off her pedestal."

"Director Yu didn't kill her show—any other way?" Li Hengbo feigned confusion.

Gao Lu smiled, unconvinced: "She isn't trying to get on the Spring Festival Gala, is she? Then let her go on. After she gets on stage, let her embarrass herself in front of the whole national audience, giving her a bone-deep, unforgettable pain."

"Haha, still gotta be me, Elder Sister Gao—awesome."

Li Hengbo pressed harder and harder, feeling ecstatic.

Thinking of Chu Lingxi, Chu Lingxi—back then I knelt in the downpour proposing to you, you didn't even show your face, yet you married that dog Lin Dongfan, making me lose all face!

Now don't blame me for being ruthless—this is all your own doing!

Li Hengbo excitedly asked: "Elder Sister Gao, can you explain the specific plan?"

"This little thing can be settled with a phone call—no need for a so-called plan." Saying that, Gao Lu picked up the phone beside her again.

She called Director Yu Da:

"Director Yu, if you can't get something done, you can have someone else do it. Go find the head of their cultural troupe—apparently her name is Ying Jie. Have that Ying Jie do something for me; once it's done, I'll give her one million."