Chapter 309: All Are Crafty

If Lin Dongfan heard Peng Tianhua's bellyful of complaints, he'd surely laugh his head off; does the Young Master need to look at the other's appearance to offend them?

Everyone around the Young Master is a first-class beauty.

His wife Chu Lingxi is a dance-world fairy, so beautiful she seems non‑human, her whole body radiating pure foolishness.

His first love Ye Jiaying is an aloof CEO in the entertainment world, her temperament transcendent and unworldly.

His junior fellow Jian Sining is a thoughtful little padded jacket at work; though her chest isn't large, her mind is nimble and she can actively unleash a thunder‑blocking skill when needed.

Even the trader Yu Youwei has now returned from a country bumpkin to her true lovely self, holding several billion in funds, sitting alone in the stock market and sweeping the eight wastes.

……

In Fan Ye's world, beauties are never lacking.

After leaving the Provincial Procuratorate, Lin Dongfan tossed the incident of Peng Tianhua pulling his pants aside; today he has no time to lament Old Peng's miserable situation.

It's about time; he still has to meet the regional governor Jiang Huantian.

The meeting is at the badminton hall of Wuzhou Sports Center; Secretary Jiang likes badminton, something every provincial official knows.

Today Lin Dongfan didn't drive his Audi A6.

He drove his wife's white Passat, keeping a low profile.

The whole drive took over ten minutes.

As he was about to turn onto the access road to the Sports Center's East Parking Lot, his phone rang—it was his wife Chu Lingxi calling.

"Hey wife, what... hell!"

Lin Dongfan was focused on answering the call, didn't notice the black Buick LaCrosse ahead braking, and carelessly rear-ended it.

Bang—he successfully rear-ended it.

After so many years as a veteran driver, even having posed as an amateur racer, he actually rear-ended—too embarrassing. If that rich university classmate found out, he'd surely laugh his head off.

"Husband, who the hell were you just now? Are you missing me?" came her silly voice.

Lin Dongfan, forehead black‑lined, said: "Missing you is certain, but I think I just rear‑ended; please, wife, let me hang up—I need to get out and deal with the accident."

"Are you okay? Any injuries?" came Chu Lingxi's worried voice from the phone.

Lin Dongfan replied: "I'm fine, but your Passat is hurt."

"If you're okay, then hang up. Call me back when you're free." Chu Lingxi always waits for Lin Dongfan to hang up first, as if every extra second is happiness.

"Then I'm hanging up."

After hanging up, Lin Dongfan hastily got out to check the situation.

Without a doubt, the rear‑ending is entirely his fault.

Seeing the Buick LaCrosse driver get out, face full of anger, Lin Dongfan wondered whether to first offer a cigarette or first call 122.

The two came face to face.

Unexpectedly, the other party's eyes widened, he came up and said: "Chief Lin, how is it you? Really sorry, I didn't observe well while reversing just now, accidentally hit your car—it's all my fault."

？！！！

You were reversing?

This baffling apologetic attitude instantly tangled Lin Dongfan's thoughts into a knot, suddenly making him feel like he'd walked onto the wrong set.

I've seen people whose brains don't work, but I've never seen anyone who voluntarily takes full responsibility.

Lin Dongfan puzzledly asked: "You are... who? May I have your esteemed surname?"

"No need for formalities." Kuang Chaosheng enthusiastically extended his right palm, wanting to shake hands with Lin Dongfan: "I'm Kuang Chaosheng of the Provincial Committee Office, here to deliver a racket to Secretary Jiang; I didn't expect this mess, really sorry."

"So it's you."

As the saying goes, don't strike a smiling face; although he didn't like this guy, Lin Dongfan still extended his hand to shake.

Since the other party is Kuang Chaosheng, this matter is clear—indeed it's entirely his fault.

Look at his tense posture, every cell brimming with survival desire; obviously he was frightened by yesterday's warning education conference, afraid of being implicated by Gao Peng.

Lin Dongfan turned to look at the dented bumper, furrowed his brow and asked: "Now this situation, should we go through insurance or..."

"Such a small matter, let's not go through insurance—it would waste your precious time, I feel bad." Kuang Chaosheng accompanied with a deferential smile the whole time: "Just head straight to the 4S shop for repairs, however much it costs, I'll personally compensate—no need to go through insurance."

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"No problem, no problem—it's my blind reversing; the responsibility is mine, I'll pay whatever amount."

Kuang Chaosheng broke out in a cold sweat from nervousness, constantly accompanied by an embarrassed smile, sincerely taking responsibility, basically not daring to speak loudly.

As for reporting to the traffic police or insurance, that's even more unthinkable.

If the traffic police come, today's incident will definitely be the rear‑ender's full fault. When the responsibility determination comes out, Chief Lin will be unhappy; by then wanting to regret will be too late.

Kuang Chaosheng carefully examined the white Passat's entire body paint.

Suddenly he discovered an old scratch on the fender.

Kuang Chaosheng also said: "Chief Lin, the collision was quite severe; to avoid color mismatch, I suggest you simply have the 4S shop repaint the whole car with original factory paint—I'll cover the cost."

"Forget it, Secretary Jiang is still waiting—let's go."

Lin Dongfan turned back to the car, ignited and started it.

Kuang Chaosheng again leaned on the car window to show enthusiasm: "Chief Lin, go play ball with Secretary Jiang first; later you leave the car keys, leave the car repair to me; later I'll call a dedicated car to pick you and Secretary Jiang up."

"Let's go, stop the chatter." Lin Dongfan lightly pressed the horn twice.

Kuang Chaosheng threw out a sentence: "Okay, you follow behind, I'll lead the way." He hurried back into the car, taking the lead as navigator.

Lin Dongfan followed behind all the way, parked the car in the East Parking Lot.

When getting out, Lin Dongfan deliberately placed the car keys on the roof, just to see if Kuang Chaosheng really had a sense of responsibility.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped forward, that guy Kuang Chaosheng immediately ran over to grab the keys.

Damn it!

No wonder he's an office‑mixer—he knows how to handle things.

Lin Dongfan smiled, didn't say much, and walked straight into the badminton hall. Jiang Huan Tian was sitting on the steps of the badminton hall, already waiting for over ten minutes.

"Secretary Jiang, sorry I'm late."

"Not late."

Jiang Huan Tian raised his wrist to look at his watch, his face full of a kind smile.

Kuang Chaosheng stepped forward again to greet Jiang Huan Tian, didn't mention the rear-end collision, put down his racket and left to arrange car repairs.

Jiang Huan Tian wasn't in a hurry to play either.

He first handed a bottle of water to Lin Dongfan, chatting and laughing: "Dongfan, your speech at the warning education conference yesterday was powerful and quite good."

This was their first private interaction; he didn't address Lin Dongfan by his title, but instead cordially called him Dongfan.

This made Lin Dongfan quite surprised.

Lin Dongfan modestly offered a smile: "Secretary Jiang overpraises me; I will at least need to be stationed in River Wave for three months, and I hope Secretary Jiang will continue to support my work."

"Combating corruption and promoting integrity is both a political task and what the people desire." Jiang Huan Tian said: "Rest assured, if anyone in River Wave tries to trip you up, I won't let them get away with it."

"With those words from you, I can rest easy." Lin Dongfan smiled.

Jiang Huan Tian suddenly shifted the conversation: "However, speaking of which, combating corruption and promoting integrity is important, and overall stability is equally important; I also hope you can support my work."

The implication was that Lin Dongfan should not engage in guilt-by-association tactics, but know when to stop.

Lin Dongfan, understanding, replied: "Secretary Chu talked with me a lot last night; I understand your meaning. To be honest, I don't want to cause panic across the province. But the higher-ups keep pressuring me, and I can't help it. Let me be frank: some people, even if they've moved from the front line to the second line, still need to be investigated."

"You mean..."

Jiang Huan Tian wanted to speak but held back; he had already guessed who Lin Dongfan was referring to—someone who moved from the front line to the second line, none other than Sun Fucheng?

Indeed, the core of this storm is the Zou Family Army.

Jiang Huan Tian immediately expressed his stance: "In principle, regardless of who the other party is, as long as they violate the law, I will unconditionally support your iron-fisted law enforcement."

"Thank you, Secretary Jiang, for your understanding and support."

Lin Dongfan could see that Jiang Huan Tian still harbored some hesitation, but compelled by the prevailing trend, he had no choice but to make a decision.

Whether genuine support or feigned support,

having an attitude is better than having none.

Lin Dongfan picked up the badminton racket resting nearby and, with a meaningful smile, said: "Secretary Jiang, my badminton skills aren't great; you'll have to look after me, this junior."

"I see you're quite confident; you don't look like someone with terrible skills."

Jiang Huan Tian also caught on that Lin Dongfan's mention of "looking after" wasn't just about the court; it also included support and care in work.

Are we playing badminton? No, we're playing Tai Chi in the bureaucracy!

Jiang Huan Tian couldn't help but sigh to himself:

"When it's going to rain, when a daughter is to be married, the Anti-Corruption Bureau wants to crush tigers and swat flies—this time Sun Fucheng probably won't have the chance to last until retirement and ashore."