Chapter 302

As an older sister, Wang Minjuan is undoubtedly qualified.

No matter how many illicit deeds she committed on her climb to the top, or how many people she hurt, she has always doted on her younger sister, Wang Minlan.

Although she wasn't sure whether her little sister truly loved Lin Dongfan or was just making an excuse.

All she had to do was ask her to spare Lin Dongfan.

She then withdrew her killing intent.

She definitely couldn't stay in the country; if Lin Dongfan didn't die, then Gao Peng would be the one to die. Across China's 9.6 million square kilometers, there would be no place left for Wang Minjuan to hide.

On the road to Nanzhou Airport.

Wang Minjuan, holding the standard answer in her mind, filled with emotion, asked Wang Minlan: "Do you know what the most tragic thing is right now?"

The standard answer is: Your lover is someone else's husband.

Unexpectedly, Wang Minlan retorted: "You still have several billion in your domestic bank account, but you can't spend a cent—you have to flee with a suitcase. I think there's nothing more tragic than this right now."

「！！！」 (no)

Wang Minjuan was stunned on the spot, her heart shattered; she truly regretted asking that question, knowing full well her little sister is a contrarian—why did she go looking for a fight?

Wang Minjuan instinctively pressed the accelerator.

She sped like wind and lightning!

She sped toward Nanzhou Airport, saying: "Actually, I wanted to tell you that you and Lin Dongfan have no destiny; you'd better not indulge in sentimental dreams—they're just mirages."

"Hmm."

Wang Minlan nodded thoughtfully.

She then added: "Fate let us brush past each other without speaking, yet I felt something. Actually, a bad affinity is still an affinity; you don't understand—rotten peach blossoms are still flowers. You'd better step on the gas; if you don't press it properly, you'll end up having to sew in prison, and Lin Dongfan won't indulge you like I do."

"If you don't contradict people all day, you'll die, right? I really want to sew your mouth shut."

Wang Minjuan gripped the steering wheel and turned it sharply twice; the million-yuan modified Mercedes sped at high speed, fishtailed and turned right—whether she ran a red light, she no longer cared.

Full-speed escape!

Upon reaching the airport, she would abandon the car and her driver's license on the spot.

Meanwhile.

Lin Dongfan, under the personal escort of Bureau Chief Huang of the Jinling Branch, safely reached Xianren Ridge. His safe arrival was certainly not thanks to Chief Huang's escort, but because Wang Minlan possessed some occult skill.

The people on the slope were all drenched in sweat from the sun.

When he saw Lin Dongfan ascending the mountain, Gao Peng's face darkened to the extreme; Old Gao wasn't stupid—he could guess that Wang Minjuan had definitely fled and hadn't tried to intercept Lin Dongfan halfway.

Otherwise, with Wang Minjuan's strength, Lin Dongfan would certainly not be alive today.

"General Lin, ladies and gentlemen, I've brought Director Lin." Bureau Chief Huang's boastful voice was like a sharp blade, cutting through the still air.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Speaking, Lin Yuzhi shifted her gaze onto Lin Dongfan.

She locked eyes with her great-nephew.

She pretended to be a stranger.

Gao Peng fiercely glared at Bureau Chief Huang; having been repeatedly backstabbed by his subordinates, he has grown accustomed to the pain, and his capacity to suppress anger is steadily growing.

Lin Dongfan glanced at the anger-suppressing, silent Gao Peng, then walked straight toward the flower-surrounded fake tomb.

He sneered: "Secretary Gao, are you repairing a martyr's monument or erecting your own achievement monument? You've got things mixed up!" As soon as he spoke, Lin Dongfan kicked the tombstone over.

It toppled with just one kick!

It's not because Lin Dongfan has insanely strong legs.

It's just that it won't stand upright!

Gao Peng's temples throbbed with anger; he was about to reprimand, but saw Lin Dongfan suddenly turn onto the southeast slope and keep walking.

Over there, thorns and brambles grew thick.

A path almost submerged by wild grass wound its way upward.

"The real tomb is here," Lin Dongfan said in a clear voice that startled the birds into flight; after walking a few more minutes, two graves came into view.

Lin Dongfan added: "Grandfather liked to bask in the sun when he was alive; this spot offers a view of the sunrise over Xianren Ridge. I didn't want him to be lonely, so I moved my parents' graves here as well."

Everyone closely followed Lin Dongfan's steps, moving forward.

In everyone's astonished gaze, Lin Dongfan stepped on the half-person-high weeds before the tomb, flattening them to reveal a blue stone slab.

On it was carved:

The tomb of the late ancestor, Mr. Lin Xu Chang, the venerable elder; in the middle, side by side, also appears the text of the late grandmother, Lady Lin Lan Xiang, the venerable matron.

Filial grandson Dong Fan respectfully erected it.

This is the joint tomb of grandfather and grandmother; the tomb two meters to the side is the joint tomb of Lin Dongfan's parents, and the person who erected the stele there is also Lin Dongfan.

"This is impossible!" Gao Peng exclaimed, protesting: "The household registration people clearly said..."

"There's no my name on Lin Xu Chang's household register?" Lin Dongfan burst out laughing, making Gao Peng's face turn ashen: "Secretary Gao, you'd better go check—who signed the cremation consent form for my grandfather Lin Xu Chang?"

"I'm saying, this tomb could also be fake!" Gao Peng, flushed with anger, said: "In the countryside, burial and funeral are major events; neighbors usually help. Xianren Ridge has only a dozen or so households; if this truly were the tomb of Lin Xu Chang and his wife, how could the villagers possibly not know? That's illogical."

"When initially buried, the villagers indeed helped, but I moved the tomb six years ago. Back then I feared the villagers would envy me and splash black dog blood on my family's ancestral grave, so I secretly relocated the tomb without alerting anyone in the village. Do you find this explanation satisfactory?" Lin Dongfan's gaze was like lightning, his eyes locked on Gao Peng; this wasn't a question, it was a challenge.

Gao Peng held back his strength, had nothing to say, his heart blazing with rage.

Logically speaking, Lin Dongfan's explanation really has no flaws; some villagers indeed resent the poor and fear the rich, unable to bear seeing others prosper.

Lin Yuzhi suddenly walked toward another tomb, crouched down to touch the cracked patterns on the stele.

When she touched the characters "Late Ancestor Lin Gong Yuan Chao," even though she bore the stature of a major general that elevates one's life foundation, her bare hand still trembled slightly.

This is her brother she has never met—Lin Yuan Chao.

"This tombstone has weathered many vicissitudes; the surrounding grave is overgrown with weeds; before we arrived, this place was a desolate wasteland, with no trace of anyone having come here."

Speaking, Lin Yuzhi rose solemnly.

He turned his head and coldly stared at Gao Peng: "Secretary Gao, you first fabricated lies to deceive me today, and now you are trying every way to deny that Dongfan is a descendant of my Lin family—what exactly are you trying to do?!"

Lin Yuzhi inherently bore a military dignity that was imposing without anger.

This reprimand left Gao Peng trembling, his face ashen. Who said silence is tonight's Health Bridge? Drag him out and execute him on the spot! Silence is clearly tonight's grave.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, this scene being watched by the crowd is Gao Peng's grave.

Gao Peng seemed to hear the people around him secretly laughing: "Even a vice minister-level official has today? Haha, how satisfying!" That silent mockery pierced his heart with a pfft.

The tree hasn't even fallen yet, and the monkeys have already started to distance themselves from him.

Gao Peng glanced left and right at these bureaucratic comrades, each pretending to be casually strolling about, distancing themselves from him and heading toward Lin Dongfan's side.

You think I, Gao Peng, am bound to die?

Ridiculous!

Even a rotting ship has three pounds of nails, yet I, Gao Peng, a proper vice minister-level official, am just a scrap the Lin family can easily pick off in the political arena? How ridiculous!

Since the Lin family won't give me a way out, I don't need to keep saving their face anymore.

Gao Peng's anger sank deep within.

He confronted Lin Yuzhi head-on: "General Lin, you don't understand some things—I'm not trying to stop Lin Dongfan from returning to his roots. Lin Dongfan is now a murder suspect! I'm doing this also to preserve your Lin family's reputation. If the Lin family acknowledges a murderer as a grandson, that would get out badly."