Chapter 167: Come on, let

March 26, only one day left before the trial.

When Lin Dongfan and Shen Bi went to the hospital to visit Zhou Jianmin's son, Zhou Jianmin suddenly, feeling a bit guilty, raised a question: "Mr. Lin, can we still withdraw the lawsuit?"

"Why withdraw the lawsuit?" Lin Dongfan's face showed slight surprise.

Zhou Jianmin lowered his head in shame: "The day before yesterday and yesterday, the Gao family mother and son came to see me twice. They said: besides the insurance company's compensation, they are willing to additionally compensate me six million. Moreover, if my son's injury leaves any future sequelae, they will also take full responsibility."

Having said that, Zhou Jianmin bowed deeply to Lin Dongfan and Shen Bi.

He continued: "Mr. Lin, Attorney Shen, I know this is what you've fought for me. If you hadn't helped me sue, the Gao family wouldn't have shown their faces. Thank you. Now saying I want to withdraw the suit, I know this is somewhat unfair to you, but this matter…"

"Did the Gao family ask you to withdraw the lawsuit?" Shen Bi asked.

Zhou Jianmin replied: "They didn't say that; they just asked me to sign a settlement agreement. I think, if I sign this, it probably means withdrawing the lawsuit."

Hearing this, Lin Dongfan and Shen Bi couldn't help but smile.

Lin Dongfan patiently explained to Zhou Jianmin: "You're suing the Donggang Traffic Police Brigade, not the Gao mother and son. The Gao mother and son came to you seeking settlement because they know you'll win this time. Rather than passively take a beating, it's better to take responsibility proactively and protect the elder Gao's official image—do you understand?"

"Not really."

Zhou Jianmin shook his head.

Looking puzzled, he pressed Lin Dongfan: "If I don't withdraw the suit, will they still compensate me six million?"

"This has nothing to do with whether you withdraw the suit. The Gao family's six million is buying your settlement, not asking you to withdraw." Lin Dongfan patiently explained: "After tomorrow's second trial ends, many will be held accountable. Gao Shuo, suspected of traffic accident crime, will face imprisonment, and your settlement letter could help secure a lighter sentence."

Zhou Jianmin asked, torn: "Then can I sign the settlement agreement?"

Lin Dongfan glanced at the child in the hospital bed, then at Zhou Jianmin's impoverished, fishy‑smelling appearance, and gently patted his shoulder: "Whether to sign the settlement agreement is up to you to decide."

"I understand, thank you."

Lin Dongfan's light pat was like giving Zhou Jianmin a reassuring pill.

Zhou Jianmin had been indecisive earlier because he worried that signing the settlement would let down Lin Dongfan and Attorney Shen, who had run around for him.

The next morning at 9:30.

Thirty minutes remained before the second trial began.

Qiu Ruonan, kept in the dark, didn't realize the Gao family had already stabbed her in the back; she still acted haughty and disdainful of everything, as before.

In the open‑air parking lot east of the courthouse, Qiu Ruonan slowly reversed her Volvo into a parking space.

In the adjacent spot was Lin Dongfan's car. Today he didn't drive his wife's Audi A6; he drove her white Passat.

Facing the imported Volvo S90, this Passat was merely an insignificant little brother.

Clearly, it didn't meet Qiu Ruonan's standards.

Seeing Lin Dongfan sitting in the car with the window open, arm resting, smoking, Qiu Ruonan merely gave a contemptuous smile, lifted her chin, and walked off—as if Lin Dongfan weren't even worthy of speaking to her.

No wonder, as a relative of someone implicated in a 1.9‑billion‑yuan corruption case, she's an arrogant law‑breaker!

Lin Dongfan pressed the horn twice.

He poked his head out, laughing and shouting: "Qiu Ruonan, if you publicly apologize to Teacher Luo and clear her name, I might consider going easy on you—do you want to be sensible?"

Qiu Ruonan turned her head and gave a light laugh: "You filthy loser, you're not even worthy of licking my shoes! If you want to mess with me, in your next life open your eyes and be reborn into a wealthy family."

"If that's what you mean, you don't want to be sensible—don't regret it later."

"You don't even know what 'being sensible' means?!"

Qiu Ruonan took out a box of imported Australian breakfast milk from her bag.

She tore open a corner.

Despite wearing an expensive Patek Philippe on her wrist, she acted like a low‑class shrew, stepped forward, squeezed hard, and splattered the milky foam onto Lin Dongfan's windshield.

The milk streamed down the glass.

Qiu Ruonan seemed pleased with her handiwork, then sneered at Lin Dongfan, who sat in the car frowning and silent: "If you had any self‑awareness, you wouldn't be jumping around like a clown right under my nose."

Saying that, she angrily crushed the empty milk carton in her hand.

She warned Lin Dongfan in a demonstrative tone: "Get it? You're just like this carton—I can squeeze you into whatever shape I want."

"Sorry, my eyes are bad—I only see an ugly troublemaker making a mess." Lin Dongfan slowly puffed on his cigarette.

Qiu Ruonan immediately tossed the milk carton as trash, flicking it onto Lin Dongfan's face.

You think she did that because she was angry?

No.

She's showing contempt!

She consistently looked down on Lin Dongfan, who could only sit in his Passat smoking Liqun cigarettes, with an arrogant, disdainful air.

In her eyes, the Passat and Liqun cigarettes are the standard gear of losers.

She pulled an unopened pack of He Tian Xia cigarettes from her LV bag, handed it to Lin Dongfan, and joked: "You filthy loser, want a smoke? I usually use this kind to hand out to beggars."

"I own two courtyard houses on Jing's Second Ring Road, and you call that being a beggar?"

When Lin Dongfan cast a look of disbelief, Qiu Ruonan was genuinely stunned, as if struck by lightning.

But she quickly convinced herself—fake! That loser's claim is absolutely false!

He's just a screw in the anti‑corruption bureau.

He doesn't dare to be corrupt!

He doesn't dare to be decadent!

With his measly salary and benefits, he couldn't afford a courtyard on Jing's Second Ring Road in this lifetime—or even if he worked ten more lifetimes.

How could he possibly own two?

Thinking that,

Qiu Ruonan relaxed her brows and brightened her expression.

The contempt in her smile grew even stronger:

"Heaven is really unfair—we graduated from the same school, yet you say our fates are completely different?"

When I use the imported Volvo as a commuter car, you can only sit in an old Passat, shamelessly boasting that you own two courtyard houses on Jing Erhuan.

You damn loser, I forgot to tell you:

I also have a Maserati in my garage; someday, would you like me to take you for a drive around Jingcheng to see what the courtyard houses on Jing Erhuan look like?

I don't know why, but what was meant to be a persuasion to surrender suddenly turned into a show of wealth.

As for the drama in the online feud world, it's truly ever-changing.

This is forcing me to live a high-profile life!

Just as Lin Dongfan was pondering whether to reveal his stock account and crush everyone in one fell swoop.

Shen Bi suddenly walked over and asked, "Mr. Lin, why are you driving your housemaid's grocery runabout today? Your Rolls-Royce has been lent out again for a wedding."

Look what a clever person—no, wait, a drama queen!

As soon as the drama queen spoke, Lin Dongfan only needed to give a polite laugh, and Qiu Ruonan's face darkened as if she had been slapped hard.

"Hmph! So what if you're rich? I've got this lawsuit in the bag!"

The ultimate struggle of the big-mouthed sister was to throw out a seemingly confident harsh line, then turn away angrily, leaving this embarrassing place with a feeling of fleeing for dear life.

Lin Dongfan poked his head out and laughed, shouting, "Qiu, you big-mouthed sister, if you go into this court today, you might not get a chance to go home—are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"

"If you've got the guts, see me in court!"

Qiu Ruonan marched up the courthouse steps without looking back.

It's easy to see that she hopes to crush everyone with this battle, but in Lin Dongfan's view, ignorant people will ultimately pay the price for their ignorance.

Lin Dongfan told Shen Bi, "Shen, I'm not going in; I'll leave the courtroom matters to you."

"Rest assured, Mr. Lin, I'll handle the front-stage affairs while you stay behind the scenes." Shen Bi likewise had the determination to only win and not lose, hoping to earn Lin Dongfan's recognition through this battle.