Chapter 191: The Green Tea's Frenzied Advance

Anti-Corruption Bureau, Investigation Division Office.

Lin Dongfan held a thick stack of files, the more he read the more his head ached, and beside him sat Peng Tianhua, who had just finished reporting the investigation progress.

"So you mean to say, this whole week you guys investigated nothing?" Lin Dongfan glanced at Peng Tianhua.

Peng Tianhua lowered his head in shame, this kind of wordless feeling of being pierced by ten thousand arrows, truly unbearable.

"Section Chief Lin, Jia Yuzhang of Ocean Mining Group and Gao Lu of Heavenly Travel Group have been in contact, but on the surface we can't find any problems; it's all normal business discussions."

"If we could find problems openly, what would we need the Anti-Corruption Bureau for?"

Lin Dongfan threw the files in his hand onto the desk, with considerable force.

Peng Tianhua's heart raced with anxiety; he lowered his head to explain: "Mainly, Song Wen has been dead for three years, and back then it was already determined as suicide to avoid punishment. Now no matter who investigates, when they talk about the incident they are very cautious. In this matter, no one would offend the current leadership over a dead person."

Lin Dongfan patiently reminded: "The core of this case is not whether Song Wen died unjustly. The core is that someone colluded inside and out, sold off state enterprises, and seized state assets. You've got the direction wrong; you should thoroughly investigate Ocean Mining Group's asset change details. In these three years since Song Wen's death, has Ocean Mining Group had no issues at all?"

One sentence awakens the dreamer.

Peng Tianhua, suddenly enlightened, grinned: "Section Chief Lin, your mind is really sharp—your investigative thinking just shifted from investigating people to investigating state‑asset changes; I feel hopeful again."

"I'll take the flattery; I want to see some solid evidence in a week." Lin Dongfan waved his hand, signaling Peng Tianhua to hurry up and get to work.

Peng Tianhua rose enthusiastically to say goodbye: "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first and report back if there's any progress."

Just as he reached the door.

Peng Tianhua suddenly turned back to remind: "By the way, Deputy Bureau Chief Kang has been on a business trip elsewhere these past days; he's expected to return in the next two days. We've reopened the Song Wen suicide case without greeting him, so he might bear a grudge. Section Chief Lin, you'll have to bear this. If he starts cursing you out of the blue, I really won't be able to hold him back."

"Get lost, you old geezers muttering away—the sky won't fall."

"That so‑called Deputy Bureau Chief Kang—isn't he just a bit older, a bit rounder, a bit uglier, and a bit lower in principles than me?"

"Besides these advantages, what other advantages does he have?"

"Being half a rank higher administratively—that's not an advantage; I've never been afraid to clash with superiors, and compared to someone like Xiao Yunce, a real power‑broker, Deputy Bureau Chief Kang is nothing."

After sending off the timid Peng Tianhua, Lin Dongfan glanced at his watch.

It's time to clock out and tend to private business.

First he went to the work canteen to eat something and fill his stomach, then he went to West River Hutong to check out the newly hired part‑time worker Yu Youwei's lodging.

Speaking of which, when Lin Dongfan was initially screening résumés online,

the reason he chose Yu Youwei was

purely because he was attracted by her name; he had no idea how much her father loved Tang‑dynasty talented women to dare give his daughter such a name.

The Tang dynasty had a famous talented woman named Yu Xuanji, courtesy name Youwei, commonly called Yu Youwei.

Yu Jie started out as a concubine, later she became a Daoist nun.

Many talented women of the Tang dynasty seemed to have a Daoist inclination, including the princesses who lived in luxury—such as Princess Taiping, Princess Jinxian, and Princess Yuzhen—each had her own Daoist title.

But Tang dynasty talented women who took up residence in Daoist temples weren't necessarily doing so to pursue the Dao.

In that era, Daoist temples were more like unrestricted social gatherings where talented women composed poetry and essays and made many friends of the opposite sex.

Like the renowned litterateur Wen Tingyun.

Old Wen often went to Xianyi Temple to exchange ideas with Yu Youwei, constantly deepening the teacher‑student bond—who knows whether anything like a poetic scene of pear blossoms pressing against crabapple ever happened.

Unfortunately, Yu Youwei was ultimately sentenced to death for murder.

Born in the new society and raised under the red flag, Yu Youwei probably has no affinity for Daoist temples; judging by her timid, mouse‑like demeanor, she likely lacks the courage to kill anyone.

I really can't understand—how could her father dare give her the name Yu Youwei?

Aren't you afraid she can't handle Yu Jie's Daoist nature?

Lin Dongfan, brimming with curiosity, followed Yu Youwei's address, crossed the street, and walked 350 meters to reach the upscale rental unit in West River Hutong.

As soon as he entered, a row of thick question marks popped up.

"How come you're here?"

The person who opened the door to greet Lin Dongfan was a familiar face—Xu Yaqiu.

She seemed to have just taken a shower; her black long hair was coiled behind her head, and she wore only a thin nightgown, exuding a mature woman's charm.

The room also smelled of Saint Laurent's Reverse Paris perfume.

Such an expensive perfume definitely wasn't sprayed by Yu Youwei; her skin is dry and she wouldn't even spend a few bucks on Daobao lotion—she's dirt poor.

Lin Dongfan asked further: "Where is Yu Youwei?"

"I'm her cousin; she went to buy a computer and probably won't be back soon." Xu Yaqiu clearly hadn't expected that her cousin's wealthy big boss would be Lin Dongfan.

After a moment of bewilderment,

Xu Yaqiu quickly adjusted her state, focusing on making money and raking it in—as long as she sells her sex appeal well, there's no big fish she can't hook.

She stepped forward and closed the door.

She treated herself as the hostess of the house, warmly waving and inviting him to sit: "Fan Ge, don't stand—sit down, would you like something to drink?"

"I'm not thirsty."

Lin Dongfan pulled out his phone, about to call Yu Youwei.

Xu Yaqiu suddenly hugged Lin Dongfan from behind, pressing her face tightly against his back: "Fan Ge, sorry—I shouldn't have bad‑mouthed Chu Lingxi in the group over the New Year. I'm not like that; I just like you too much, I envy Chu Lingxi, so I couldn't control my emotions."

"……!!!"

The sudden enthusiastic embrace, as vigorous as a velociraptor, sent a tingling sensation through Lin Dongfan's back, and boundless feelings welled up.

This society is truly treacherous; there's always a green‑tea type trying to get close to a bro.

A bro may be handsome and rich, but he's a bro who wears underwear!

Lin Dongfan assumed an immovable monk's posture: "Don't use this to test cadres—which cadre could withstand your testing? Be careful, or you might cause an accidental discharge."

Hearing this, Xu Yaqiu secretly delighted.

She not only didn't let go, she held him even tighter: "Fan Ge, give me a chance—I don't ask for forever; as long as you dote on me, I'll do whatever you say."

You loosen first.

I don't.

Xu Yaqiu stepped in front of Lin Dongfan, hooked his neck and kissed him.

Without years of social experience, it would be impossible to have such seasoned offensive skills; give her a chance to undress, and she would immediately show off all her talents.

Lin Dongfan pushed her away with a single palm.

His face flushed with anger: "Damn, you want to kiss me without brushing your teeth—do you think I, Lin Dongfan, am some starving wretch who'll eat anything?"

"Brother Fan, wait for me a minute, I'll go brush my teeth right away."

Xu Yaqiu turned and ran to the washroom, feeling that today's affair was as good as done; as long as she didn't slip up in bed, she was sure to secure a lifetime of bliss with one sleep, and the rest of her life would be wealthy and glorious.