Chapter 217

After searching the Jia family's old residence, Lin Dongfan and the others rested one night in Wuzhou; the next day, under Yang Qing's escort, they escorted Jia Yuzhang back to Jing.

Gao Lu felt emo, her low mood turned into appetite, she ordered a large table of delicious food.

Initially she went from 160 jin down to 130 jin, taking a full six months; then from 130 jin she ballooned back to 160 jin, estimating she only needed a few hearty meals, even hoping to sprint to 200 jin.

Faced with this terrifying eating manner.

Sitting opposite, Li Hengbo showed a disgusted, nauseated expression, wondering, "How can a woman tear apart a lamb with her bare hands!"

The 30-jin whole roasted lamb had been torn apart by her, limb from limb.

"Gao sis, do you want some digestive tablets?"

Li Hengbo fantasized about ending her binge-eating behavior, for her own good and his own; being a pretty boy isn't easy—who wouldn't want their old lover to slim down into a beautiful bolt of lightning?

In the end, heaven still didn't cooperate; it only made things worse.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine after one meal; I won't burst anytime soon."

Gao Lu couldn't stop; after finishing the lamb leg in her hands, her oil‑stained hands grabbed the honey‑glazed lamb head and tore open its skull bare‑handed.

Such a fierce woman is all too real, never pretentious.

Advising her is definitely useless.

Li Hengbo bluntly offered a cut‑the‑Gordian‑knot suggestion: "They're on the highway back to Jing right now—what if a crash happens and they all die?"

That means you can summon a Da Yun heavy truck.

Gao Lu acted as if she hadn't heard.

Only after finishing the entire lamb head did a loud belch burst from her throat; Gao Lu then leaned back in her chair, motionless, her stomach distended into the astonishing sight of a six‑month pregnancy.

"I ordered you the macho three‑piece set, why aren't you eating?" Gao Lu gazed at Li Hengbo, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face.

Li Hengbo glanced at the lamb waist, lamb penis, and lamb testicles on the table, his scalp going numb.

He never eats lamb.

He can't stand the muttony smell.

Li Hengbo forced himself to reply: "Didn't you say Jia Yuzhang might implicate you? I'm thinking about how to resolve this—I have no appetite..."

"Or maybe you just feel sorry for me."

Gao Lu smiled with relief, then let out another mutton‑scented belch.

Three male servers approached to serve Gao Lu—one with water, one with hand sanitizer and a towel, one with mouth‑rinse tea.

The airs of Empress Dowager Cixi, who once ruled from behind the curtain, after a meal were probably no greater than this.

Gao Lu finished this series of post‑meal cleaning.

She lit a thin menthol cigarette, took a deep drag, and the icy sensation reaching her throat made her feel exceptionally refreshed.

She had always considered herself a chaste and self‑respecting woman.

Because she never touches drugs.

So how could a chaste, self‑respecting woman summon a Da Yun heavy truck? How could she engage in murder and arson? She's no mountain‑bandit gang.

"Ah, Xiao Li, how should I put this? Sis has seen every big storm and weathered every gale—anything that could get you the death penalty, you must never even think about."

"Sis Gao's criticism is spot on; I've been a bit restless."

Li Hengbo nodded sheepishly, indicating he was the type who corrects his mistakes once he realizes them.

Gao Lu smiled again and said: "That kid Lin Dongfan took precautions—he set up defenses as soon as he reached Wuzhou. Wuzhou is Chu Jinsong's turf; even my older brother can't get a foothold, so he can only watch helplessly as Lin Dongfan ransacks Jia Yuzhang's old home. Plus, he has Provincial Department personnel escorting him all the way—there's no point provoking him; it's not worth the loss."

After this hearty meal, Gao Lu seemed to have figured out a lot, and her mood improved considerably.

Li Hengbo pondered and asked: "So what now? Just ignore it? What if Jia Yuzhang bites you—how will you handle it then?"

"Bringing down the Jianglan Oil Field subsidiary and framing Song Wen—those are Jia Yuzhang's deeds, they have nothing to do with me." Gao Lu summed it up calmly: "I acquired the Jianglan Oil Field and other state‑owned assets through lawful, compliant procedures."

"Why were you just so sad?"

"I'm sad, not because I fear Jia Yuzhang biting me—I'm just a little irritable. Without Jia Yuzhang, the oil business isn't easy; I need to retrain partners."

Saying that, Gao Lu gave a light smile, an air of calm.

In Gao Lu's view, the person who should really be worried now isn't her; her older brother Gao Peng already said that as long as the big boss Zhou Yugang doesn't fall, no one can move the Gao conglomerate.

Gao Lu picked up her phone and sent Lin Dongfan a message: "Awesome little bro, you got back to Jianglan without even saying hi to sis—did you rush off because you're afraid I'll eat you?"

The message also came with a flying‑kiss emoticon.

When Lin Dongfan received that wanton provocative message, he was on the highway, the convoy heading north, already beyond the jurisdiction of Jianglan Province.

"I have no interest in older women; please show some self‑respect."

After replying, Lin Dongfan opened the next unread message.

It came from an unknown number.

The content was eye‑catching.

It read: "Is your wife about to give birth? Is her due date August 9? If you don't want your wife and child to die in the delivery room, release Shen Bing right now!"

A bizarre threat message, reeking of absurdity, hit him in the face.

"Damn it, Shen Bing isn't just involved in graft and bribery—she's also suspected of murder; can such a weighty suspect just be let go?"

Such a brain‑dead threat is obviously not from any official.

Most likely the lackey raised by Shen Bing—Zhuzi, full name Wang Dingzhu—his father probably gave him that name hoping he'd bear life's pressures.

I don't know if his father managed to bear it, but Zhuzi is now a bit desperate, like a cornered dog jumping over a wall.

Lin Dongfan replied: "Zhuzi, with a nationwide manhunt, where could you hide? If you don't want to eat peanuts, I advise you to turn yourself in."

The other side's reply came very slowly.

Lin Dongfan waited four or five minutes before getting a reply: "Fuck you! Maybe it's Zhuzi? I'm not Zhuzi!"—just eleven characters, with two typos.

This made Lin Dongfan even more certain that the other party was the fugitive—Zhuzi.

Lin Dongfan replied: "If you turn yourself in, I'll pay out of my own pocket to give your parents a pension, ensuring they're cared for in their old age—think about it."

"said I'm not a pillar—what makes you think I'd believe you?"

There were typos again in the reply message.

Zhuzi-style explosive thinking instantly made Lin Dongfan laugh, damn it, on one hand he doesn't admit he's a pillar, on the other hand he's thinking about the pension fee.

Lin Dongfan leisurely replied: "Just because I have several billions in net worth, money is too much, I want to do more charitable good deeds, in case my son ends up without an asshole."

"Shit! I didn't expect you to also be a corrupt official!"

When Zhuzi was studying, he apparently grasped the elders' learning essence—recognize characters halfway, no need to ask the teacher! So his typos are always half right, half wrong.

Lin Dongfan replied: "Whether to repay your parents' kindness, you figure it out yourself. I give you 24 hours to consider; if after 24 hours you still haven't turned yourself in, your parents will miss out on a huge sum."