Chapter 315

When Ye Jiaying looked at Lin Dongfan, her gaze was completely different from when she looked at others.

That was a gaze full of trust.

This trust.

It had surpassed the realm of "a scholar dies for one who knows him."

Put it this way:

Lin Dongfan's affairs are her affairs.

Without Lin Dongfan, Ye Jiaying would not be where she is today. Without Lin Dongfan, she would not know that the highest realm of loving someone is to fulfill them.

On the way to Wuzhou, she had already gained a deep understanding of online public opinion.

Sun Fucheng died, and someone wanted to pin the blame on Lin Dongfan; she was fully aware of this, and she had even tried to mobilize her media resources to suppress the negative online commentary.

Unfortunately, she couldn't suppress it.

Later, upon further inquiry, she learned that Zou Feiyun was a scion of a prestigious family in the capital circle.

Ye Jiaying struggled to suppress the urge to call him "Dongfan" directly; in public she addressed him by his post: "Director Lin, the online commentary—can't even your aunt suppress it?"

Aunt Xie Yuxin is a leader of the Z Propaganda Department; in Ye Jiaying's view, handling this should be a piece of cake.

Lin Dongfan understood instantly and replied: "The opponent is of high rank; suppressing their commentary would give them a handle, and they could at any moment be accused of trying to cover up."

"That makes sense; I agree." Peng Tianhua nodded deeply in agreement.

Lin Dongfan then said to Ye Jiaying: "They're not saying Sun Fucheng is innocent, but that we drove him to death? Rather than hide and dodge, we should confront them head‑on and dig up Sun Fucheng's evidence of guilt."

"The beauty who brought you breakfast that day has already gone abroad; where would we find evidence?" Tang Xia said: "Are we supposed to go abroad and drag her back?"

No need for that trouble.

Saying this, Lin Dongfan glanced at everyone present.

He continued: "Zou Feiyun can mobilize the masses to surround our office; why can't we mobilize the people's anti‑corruption enthusiasm? Today I'll let the surname Zou see who the true king is!"

"What do you want me to do?" Ye Jiaying asked.

Lin Dongfan replied without hesitation: "I will personally put up one hundred million as a reward, inviting the whole province to join the anti‑corruption cause. No matter who, if they come to our task force to report Sun Fucheng and others and provide corruption leads, once verified they will receive an on‑the‑spot award of five hundred! With a generous reward, brave men will surely appear."

"Tycoon, imposing!"

Peng Tianhua clapped his hands in endless praise.

The others present also clapped, their faces showing admiring smiles, especially Jian Sining, whose eyes were full of admiration.

A hundred‑million‑yuan prize pool!

To defeat Zou Feiyun, the senior brother angrily produced a hundred million without blinking an eye! Zou Feiyun's life hasn't been wasted—at least he has made his mark.

Jian Sining said: "Director Lin, for the bounty to collect leads, there's no need to trouble President Ye, right?" A woman's sixth sense is keen; Jian Sining obviously realized that the relationship between the senior brother and Ye Jiaying was unusual, she harbored a few thoughts, and didn't really want to see Ye Jiaying become a hot‑shot figure.

However, Ye Jiaying was also not a simple person.

She saw through Jian Sining's little thoughts at a glance and joked: "If your unit were to offer a bounty for anti‑corruption leads, you couldn't target a specific individual; you'd have to collect indiscriminately. Then, even if a junior section chief accepted a cigarette from someone, someone would report it—could you handle that? I estimate even a hundred‑million bounty wouldn't cover the bottom."

Seeing Jian Sining's brows slightly furrowed, as if she had nothing to say.

Ye Jiaying added: "If I were to handle this, it would be different. I would say I was persecuted by Sun Fucheng; in fact, my mortal media company's entertainment business was indeed suppressed by his daughter Sun Zhiqing. I can name names and collect corruption leads against Sun Fucheng and his accomplices."

"!!!"

In this clash of like‑repelling forces, the speechless Jian Sining ultimately found no rebuttal point, her mood sank considerably, and she suffered a crushing defeat.

Lin Dongfan pretended to be blind, focused on summarizing: "President Ye said nothing wrong; naming specific individuals is something our government organs simply cannot do."

Jian Sining, holding back her energy, fired at Ye Jiaying: "Since you're personally gathering anti‑corruption leads, shouldn't that hundred‑million bounty come from you personally? I see you're not short on that money."

"As long as Director Lin needs it, all my wealth can go to him; a hundred million is nothing." Ye Jiaying kept a calm, unhurried smile, showing no sign of anger.

It was precisely because she wasn't angry at all.

Jian Sining couldn't help but feel regret: she had lost, her finances were inferior, but her character shouldn't lose to her either? I'm really stupid—how could I engage in jealousy over a lover?

Thinking this through, Jian Sining covered her chest and took a deep breath.

After her emotions stabilized.

Jian Sining rose and bowed to Ye Jiaying: "Just now I spoke rashly; thank you, President Ye, for adding bricks and tiles to our anti‑corruption work."

"You're welcome; thank you for your recognition of me."

Ye Jiaying rose to return the salute, neither arrogant nor humble.

Since becoming president, she has grown steadier day by day; today she is no longer the little girl who used to sit on the street crying years ago.

The two women competed with each other, yet also bowed to each other.

This scene left Peng Tianhua bewildered; he asked Zhang Xiaoguang across from him: "What's going on with those two?" Zhang Xiaoguang smiled without speaking, lowered his head and played with his pen.

Peng Tianhua then turned his bewildered gaze toward Dou Ge—Tang Xia.

Tang Xia also remained silent.

Right now the most depressed person is Tang Xia; time is a butcher's knife that kills without blinking, and after spending so long together he has realized the importance of matchmaking.

Jian Sining is like a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water—visible but unattainable.

If I don't go on matchmaking dates, I'll eventually end up an old bachelor; when I go home for New Year's meals I'll have to sit at the kids' table, and if I ever get to the main table I'll surely be lectured by the elders in turn.

"What are you all doing?" Peng Tianhua truly couldn't grasp the situation; he turned and asked Chief Lin Dongfan: "Did I miss some exciting segment? No way. I was present the whole meeting, my mind was sharp—why can't I understand your feelings?"

"I don't understand either; we just happily decided that and adjourned."

Lin Dongfan gave the order.

Peng Tianhua again felt as dazed as a simpleton: "Director Lin, are you treating me like an idiot? I sense you understand; otherwise you'd have no reason to be happy."

"I haven't soiled my pants; explain to me why I can't be happy?" Lin Dongfan looked at Peng Tianhua in surprise.

Peng Tianhua: "……!!!"

"Bringing up the wrong pot, Director Lin's mouth is poisonous—literally killing without blinking, eating without sparing salt! That day I spilled a pair of pants, wasn't that just suffering for you?"

"Director Lin, you've hurt my self‑esteem; want to compensate me with five million? Don't worry, I'm not fragile—I can take it." Peng Tianhua struggled to pose as an indestructible little cockroach.

Lin Dongfan gave a blunt eye-roll: "Do I look like a landlord's stupid son?"