Chapter 160: Lin Dongfan Issues a Challenge

Professor, who framed you?

Qiu Ruonan.

Holy shit! Indeed it's her.

How can you talk like that? As a public official, watch your image—don't constantly have foul language on your lips.

Without a 'Holy shit!', that's too abstract, not a normal person's reaction.

Lin Dongfan's impression of Qiu Ruonan is indeed deep.

It's not because she is extraordinarily beautiful.

Her appearance is ordinary, not exactly pretty, but not ugly either. Only because she differs from other girls—she likes to keep a neat short haircut, making her a very strong-willed person.

Lin Dongfan still remembers a time when he went to the library to read.

Qiu Ruonan suddenly walked over, tapped the table, and issued an icy eviction order: 'I sit here every day—don't you see a pen on the chair? Move.'

Yes, just by casually placing a broken pen on the chair, she counts it as taking the seat.

Back then, Lin Dongfan was also poor and lacking ambition, not daring to cause trouble at school, plus he comforted himself with the notion that a decent man doesn't fight with women; back then he didn't even dare to fart, and upon standing he gave up his seat to her.

Later, after graduating from university, Lin Dongfan took the civil service exam track.

Qiu Ruonan continued her studies; whether she got into graduate school through her own ability or took some unknown shortcut, only she knows.

Later, word spread that Qiu Ruonan rose overnight, marrying the former principal's son.

Lin Dongfan analyzed with Professor Luo: 'You publicly reported him, sending the former principal to prison and confiscating his 1.9 billion in assets. Qiu Ruonan is the former principal's daughter-in-law; confiscating his assets is confiscating hers. Given her selfish, cold-blooded nature, it's no surprise she'd rack her brains to take you down.'

'I know, she's always hated me,' Luo Xiang said with a gloomy face.

Lin Dongfan, intrigued, asked: 'Is it because you blocked her PhD graduation?'

Luo Xiang sighed and explained: 'She's the type who seeks quick gains, lacks scientific rigor; her few papers are either plagiarized or copied. I didn't let her graduate, hoping she'd correct her academic attitude.'

'Professor Luo, I'm not saying this to you, but your emotional intelligence is lower than mine,' Lin Dongfan joked: 'After all, she's the former principal's daughter-in-law; you don't have to look at the monk's face, just at the Buddha's.'

Luo Xiang rolled his eyes, too gloomy to want to speak further.

Madam Shi Fengyi smiled wryly and shook her head: 'If he had emotional intelligence, he wouldn't have ended up like this; you're just stirring the pot.'

'Fine, let's not talk about this depressing matter.'

Lin Dongfan cut off this heart-wrenching topic.

He again asked Luo Xiang: 'Professor Luo, could you tell me exactly how Qiu Ruonan framed you? Give me the specific details so I can deal with her.'

This matter is even more heartbreaking than 'lacking emotional intelligence'; Luo Xiang's mood plummeted to rock bottom.

He fell into thought for a moment.

He solemnly listed the opponent's tactics: 'Three steps. First, she recorded audio in my class. That day I was lecturing on the Miranda Rules; she cut the beginning and end, turning it into the controversial claim that Article 52 of the Criminal Procedure Law is mere decoration, which spread widely on legal forums of major portal sites.'

Damn!

Lin Dongfan couldn't help but utter another curse.

Honestly, I can't hold it in—Qiu Ruonan's tactics are damn shameless, basically bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors!

The Miranda Rules are a typical rule in American criminal procedure that safeguards procedural justice; while Article 52 of our Criminal Procedure Law is the core provision regulating the legality of evidence collection.

Both are manifestations of the spirit of rule of law.

However, due to different institutional backgrounds, their emphases and paths of rights protection also show some obvious differences.

Qiu Ruonan used a tactic of avoiding the vital and striking the trivial, cutting the beginning and end to create a rhetoric that praises America and belittles ours, aiming to provoke public outrage and put Professor Luo in a deadly situation.

Lin Dongfan, suppressing his anger, asked: 'What's her second step?'

Luo Xiang grew more gloomy as he spoke:

She gathered my dissertation drafts, imitated my handwriting, inserted an obscure foreign-language paper, fabricated a plagiarism appearance, and then sent it in my name to Law and Order Weekly for publication.

Not long after, the academic world heard of a plagiarism scandal.

She gave it a clickbait long title—'Is Professor Luo even fit to be a teacher?'—shamelessly plagiarizing, yet somehow escaped detection by the system.

Really damn dark!

Lin Dongfan also grew angrier the more he heard—Qiu Ruonan really has one move more vicious than the next.

First step: maliciously twisting Professor Luo's stance, dragging him into a whirlpool of public opinion where he can't defend himself.

Second step: destroying Professor Luo's academic achievements and social reputation.

No need to ask about the third step—it's definitely reporting him to the Provincial Department of Education.

Now Professor Luo has already been suspended from teaching.

Lin Dongfan firmly comforted Professor Luo: 'Don't rush, since she's imitating your handwriting, this can be determined through judicial appraisal.'

No use.

As a law professor himself, how could he not know these?

Luo Xiang regretfully shook his head:

Through the school's procurement records, she obtained the brand and batch of the paper and ink I used. The ink is the same brand and batch, and even the paper's material and degree of wrinkling are identical.

To imitate my handwriting, she also put in painstaking effort.

The people at the Judicial Appraisal Center said the character structure, writing rhythm, and stroke pressure are fine, with a feature match rate over 95%.

Upon hearing this, Lin Dongfan was speechless—indeed he had underestimated Qiu Ruonan's vengeful heart.

But now it's 2010, not BC; new technologies like spectral imaging have already been applied to handwriting analysis—can the Judicial Appraisal Center really not tell true from false?

Lin Dongfan felt there might be some unknown foul play involved.

Someone like Professor Luo, who doesn't understand worldly affairs, can't possibly contend with the scheming Qiu Ruonan—that's normal; he overlooked one detail—Qiu Ruonan's revenge will exhaust every means!

Seeing Lin Dongfan sunk in thought and silent, Madam Shi Fengyi assumed he also had no solution, and felt sorrowful: 'This is just beating a master to death with random punches; if there's truly no way, one can only resign to fate.'

'Who said resign to fate? I'll cripple her within a week—wait for my news.'

Saying this, Lin Dongfan rose and was about to leave.

Luo Xiang was shocked and turned pale: "Stop! Tell me clearly, what does 'cripple her' mean? Are you going to go find her and fight with bayonets? You'd better not know the law and break it!"

"Don't worry, I guarantee to cripple her within the legal framework."

Lin Dongfan left the house burning with anger, and as soon as he went out he called Liang Jingzhong of the Provincial Party Committee, asking Secretary Liang to lean on the people at the Provincial Judicial Department so that the Judicial Appraisal Center would re‑examine the handwriting.

The second move, he spoke up in the classmates' group.

Just one sentence: "Qiu Ruonan, get the hell out here, old man!" After all these years since graduation, Lin Dongfan had only been added to the classmates' group by Yang Qing last year; this was his first time speaking in the group, and it caused a huge uproar.

Qiu Ruonan hid and didn't show up.

Yang Qing replied first: "What's going on?" with a clueless expression, and then several other classmates posted question‑mark emojis, their melon‑watching enthusiasm undiminished from years ago.

Lin Dongfan ignored all of this.

He directly sent Qiu Ruonan a challenge: "You Qiu bitch, I'll be waiting at the gate of my alma mater at 8 p. m. tonight! This is your only chance to negotiate; if you don't come, watch out—I'll send you to jail!"