Chapter 133

Grandfather held the Xinhua Dictionary, flipping through characters for half a day, but in the end still couldn't think of a name that pleased him.

The characters in the dictionary were a bit small; even with reading glasses and a magnifying glass, it was still strenuous to read, and tiring after a while.

His eyes were tired, his hands were sore, and his whole body felt weak.

Forget it, let's think about it another day; Grandfather helplessly closed the Xinhua Dictionary and put it away as carefully as a treasure, fearing it would be eaten by insects or rats.

Turning around, he saw Lin Dongfan slumped on the sofa, dazed.

Grandfather found him displeasing no matter how he looked, and snapped: "Did a dog drag away your spine? Look at how you're slouching—straighten your back for me!"

"I'm not your soldier; at home I naturally do whatever is comfortable."

Lin Dongfan remained slumped, unwilling to move.

It wasn't just for comfort; mainly, his mind was still thinking about the feud with Minister Xiao, needing to keep his tactical thinking coherent.

Twenty-nine years of life experience had long proven that lying back like Ge You is more conducive to thinking.

Too bad Grandfather's thinking doesn't keep up.

He said little, picked up the cane beside him and struck: "Who indulges your bad habit? Sit up!" As Lin Dongfan's arm touched the cane, he instantly felt as if shocked by electricity.

He shuddered all over and immediately sat up straight.

Grandfather laughed: "Now that's my grandson—upright in conduct, proper in sitting, with an open and honest spirit, full of righteousness."

"Right, right, right—you're old, so whatever you say is right, until the cane strikes and I realize: a person either has integrity or waits to be dealt with."

After saying that, Lin Dongfan slightly furrowed his brows.

Upon reflection, he delightedly realized he had unintentionally uttered a words of wisdom; placed in an anti-corruption context, it could be painted on a wall with white lime as a warning slogan.

Grandfather then shifted his gaze to Chu Lingxi.

Seeing Chu Lingxi on the phone with Yingjie from the performing arts troupe, apparently refusing a performance, Grandfather immediately beamed with relief: "Still, my daughter-in-law is sensible; I don't have to worry about anything."

That overbearing logic is clear: whoever obeys him is his beloved.

After the Spring Festival Gala, the dance program "Dream Returning to a Thousand Years," starring Chu Lingxi, fermented online for a few days and unexpectedly became a minor hit.

Commercial performance invitations from all over the country flew to the Jianglan Performing Arts Troupe like snowflakes.

During those few days of the New Year, Yingjie was swamped, either answering phones or worrying all day, eager to seize the favorable situation to launch a nationwide tour.

Unfortunately, there was a regret—without Chu Lingxi's tour, performance merchants' interest dropped by half.

It wasn't that Chu Lingxi didn't want to perform on stage.

Mainly, Grandfather disagreed; she was already over three months pregnant, her belly showing changes, and going on stage would truly be risking her life.

What she carries in her womb is the fourth generation of the Lin Family.

There cannot be the slightest mishap.

Grandfather comforted Chu Lingxi: "People of our Lin Family don't go on stage to show off; in ancient times, that was the livelihood of actors. But since you love this profession, I will do my utmost to fulfill your dream. Once you safely give birth to the child, you can still perform on stage—I won't stop you."

"Thank you, Grandfather."

The world's most easily pleased sweet simpleton, just give her a jujube and she'll smile, revealing two tiny dimples.

She eagerly linked arms with Grandfather: "I knew you're the most reasonable. I promise you, I will definitely give you a big, fair and plump great-grandson."

"Come, let me help you to the study; Grandfather has a nice thing to give you."

"What is it?"

"You'll see soon; it's been passed down from your great-great-grandmother through many generations, and someday you will be the mistress of our Lin Family."

"Haha, I knew Grandfather loves me the most."

Whether the so-called nice thing is a family heirloom, Chu Lingxi doesn't care; the key is the title 'mistress of the Lin Family,' which feels especially comfortable to wear.

Faced with this scene, Lin Dongfan shook his head, speechless.

This vulgar world.

Having 206 rebellious bones in one body ultimately falls short of having a honey‑coated mouth. Aunt Lin Yuzhi, if she had even a bit of sense in the art of acting cute, wouldn't be scolded by Grandfather every day.

Thinking about it, I also have a few wayward rebellious bones in myself.

Lin Dongfan let out another quiet sigh; rather than sit like a fool in the hall inviting scolding, it's more comfortable to go back to his room and lie down.

Winter blankets are warm.

Lin Dongfan slipped into the blankets, clutching his phone to surf the net—first checking stock market trends and Bitcoin trading data, then looking at current affairs news.

The Jianglan Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection has, so far, shown no movement.

The Shang Weiliang, whose arrest has been approved by the procuratorate, is the illegitimate son of Xiao Yunce and Ding Yuxia, who have long maintained an improper male‑female relationship!

Although that matter had once been exposed online and caused an uproar,

but after Ding Yuxia published a forged paternity test, public opinion was suppressed by Xiao Yunce, and the provincial discipline commission merely had a talk with Xiao Yunce, after which there were no further results.

It has remained in the 'investigation' state; it seems the provincial discipline commission staff are also stubborn.

Faced with repeated pressure from Provincial Party Secretary Liang, they actually dare to drag things out with a stiff upper lip, clearly intending to stall until Secretary Liang steps down.

"Malgeobi, drag it out—if you won't act, I will!"

Just thinking about this makes me angry.

Lin Dongfan, lying under the blanket, dialed Jian Sining's phone number: "Little junior sister, are you asleep?"

"What time is it now? Not that early to sleep."

Jian Sining had accompanied her parents and younger sister to see the night market lanterns, and had just returned to the Qinghu Guesthouse.

All this beauty in life was given to her by her senior brother Lin Dongfan, making her feel deeply warmed. Whenever she receives a call from Lin Dongfan, whether there's business or not, she wants to chat a bit longer.

She closed the room door.

Alone, she hid in the room to whisper: "Senior brother, is there another new task? Tell me—I've already braced myself for overtime."

"No new task, mainly just verifying the old one."

"Is it something the Executive helped with?"

Yes, I've already taken over Compound No. 37 on Jing Erhuan. Have those lackeys of the Executive faction bought plane tickets to fly to Jingcheng?

I sent you a message earlier; you didn't get it? Bai Wentao has already boarded the plane.

He boarded the plane?

Yeah.

Then that's good.

This evening, the Leng Bureau held an emergency meeting, planning to send Tang Xia and Zhang Xiaoguang to support you; the tickets are booked, the flight is tonight at 00:25.

Damn, such a big matter, how come the Leng Bureau didn't give me a heads-up?

I called you, but no one answered.

Really?

Lin Dongfan switched his phone interface and glanced at it, leaving him speechless.

Sure enough, there were many missed calls and unread messages.

It's all because the phone was on silent; just now I was playing with my phone and didn't open them, thinking they were all scam messages—lately scam messages have been increasing, really annoying.

Lin Dongfan urgently ordered Jian Sining: "Immediately notify Tang Xia and Zhang Xiaoguang, cancel the trip, and standby on site."

"Why?" Jian Sining said, somewhat puzzled.

Lin Dongfan said: "I'm fishing; if they come, they'll scare the snake. Now we must act as if we don't know there's contraband in Compound No. 37. Let the Executive gang lower their guard."

Alright, I'll notify them to come back now.

There's one more thing.

"What is it? Senior Brother, you speak."

"Liu Hong of Green Bamboo Village is a woman suffering greatly, washing her face with tears every day. Her husband Yang Tao—whether he's dead or alive is unknown, and their child is only five. It's the New Year; don't let people live in despair. Tomorrow you, on behalf of the Anti-Corruption Bureau, go visit her, bring some condolences. However much you spend, we'll reimburse you accordingly."

"Senior Brother, you're really thoughtful."

Jian Sining smiled emotionally, tears of resonance already glimmering in her eyes.

They thought:

Liu Hong's family ruin is entirely thanks to that damned Executive gang! Senior Brother really has heart—on one hand dealing with the Executive gang, on the other still worrying about the victims' plight.

Who says all the good men in the world are dead?

Senior Brother is a real warm guy! A six-sided warrior forged from 24K pure gold.