Chapter 322

The content playing on the big screen could only be described as eye‑searing.

Zhu Xianhua was an obese man with little stamina; he flung his pasty white flesh onto the girl and, after only a few seconds of writhing, lay motionless on top of her.

The girl felt as if she were dreaming.

Tears had just begun to flow, and she hadn't even decided whether to resist to the end when the other side called a halt—who was really defiling whom?

She tried to push the pig‑like weight off her.

She pushed twice but couldn't move it.

The pig's tonnage was too great.

Thus, tears in her eyes, she warned: "Get off now, or I'll call the police!"

"Don't make a fuss—I didn't perform well just now; let me catch my breath…" Zhu Xianhua was utterly exhausted, not wanting to move an inch.

"Get out of the way!"

The girl pushed twice more, to no avail; the person on her didn't budge an inch.

Zhu Xianhua said: "It's the twenty‑first century now—don't act like an ancient chaste martyr and do something stupid. Let me sleep a bit; you won't lose any flesh. You just want to be on a variety show, right? Consider it arranged."

As soon as variety shows were mentioned,

Hatred welled up in the girl, and tears streamed down her cheeks onto the wide sofa.

Her name was Ji Qing; she had just graduated from Media University this year, with no connections, no resources, and no agency had signed her—not even enough to qualify as a low‑tier eighteen‑line actor.

In her freshman year, her dream was to shoot big‑budget films and become an international star.

In her sophomore year, she lowered her ambition a notch, thinking she could land a TV drama and play the female lead—that would be nice.

In her junior year, she lowered it again, hoping to land a substantial supporting role in a TV series; grinding for a few years would still hold promise.

In her senior year, she lowered her show‑biz dream once more, thinking that as long as she could appear on screen—even as an extra—it would be enough.

After graduation,

She drifted among studios across the country, finally managing to land a few extra roles—but they were all silent extras.

Either she'd get slapped by the lead actress the moment she appeared,

or she'd hit the ground and play a corpse.

The only line she ever spoke was in a Hengdian shoot where she played a palace concubine; the moment she entered, the heroine stabbed her three times, she let out a miserable "uh!" and collapsed dead.

Not long ago, she learned that Jianglan TV was holding a talent search for a variety show.

So she brought her résumé to try her luck.

Zhu Xianhua personally interviewed her; at the time he gave her a very high rating, saying her image and demeanor were decent and she had potential to be developed.

Until she was lured by Zhu Xianhua into his office.

She was shoved onto the sofa.

Only then did she realize that the so‑called "potential development" meant digging into her little garden.

"You people with power and influence—do you really think you can do whatever you want?!" Pressed down by Zhu Xianhua and unable to move, she tearfully cursed with a heart as dead as ash: "I just want to be on a variety show, but I'm not here to sell myself! Clean up your ass and get ready for jail, you beast! Having power doesn't impress me—I want nothing to do with you!"

That tirade made Zhu Xianhua blink in surprise.

He hadn't expected that in this day and age there would still be a chaste martyr.

Zhu Xianhua chuckled lightly: "We've already done it—if this gets out, what good would it do you? Let me tell you, if word spreads, you'll never be able to stand in the entertainment industry…"

"Beast!!!"

Before Zhu Xianhua could finish, Ji Qing bit down hard on his ear.

Whether she could stand or not no longer mattered; acting or not was irrelevant. She only wanted to bite off Zhu Xianhua's ear and kill that beast!

Zhu Xianhua let out a pained "oh‑woo" and angrily grabbed Ji Qing's hair.

He yanked her hair back to free her head, then immediately pressed Ji Qing down onto the sofa, one hand choking her throat while the other slapped her ear.

Each slap was accompanied by the curse "I call you base!"—repeated over a dozen times.

Until Ji Qing's mouth corners were covered in blood.

She was powerless to resist.

Only then did Zhu Xianhua release Ji Qing: "You worthless piece of trash who spurns a face—damn, you're truly low! For me to sleep with you is me showing you favor!"

Next, Zhu Xianhua picked up the camera and on the spot took a set of nude photos of Ji Qing.

……

When the people of the Anti‑Corruption Bureau reached this point, everyone fell silent; in the face of power and resources, those struggling for their dreams seemed merely a tool for their gratification.

Originally, Jian Sining had felt a bit embarrassed watching this, but now she showed no embarrassment—only anger.

Jian Sining, too, was a woman who had climbed up from the bottom.

She deeply understood Ji Qing's despair.

"Bang!"

Jian Sining slammed her palm on the table and sprang to her feet.

That angry gesture.

It startled Lin Dongfan and the others present, making everyone turn toward Jian Sining in unison.

Lin Dongfan asked in surprise: "That person who was slept with isn't you—why such strong identification? Could this be the first time you've watched a clip like this?"

Jian Sining: "……!!!"

What kind of wolf‑ish words are these? And I'm not even identifying with…

Jian Sining set aside her speechless thoughts, barely hiding her flushed, embarrassed face: "We're supposed to be analyzing the case; as a leader, can't you be serious? Zhu Xianhua is nothing but a beast—plain and simple, a beast!"

"Hmm, I've felt your anger—please sit down." Lin Dongfan raised his hand, gesturing for Jian Sining to sit and speak.

Jian Sining stood there, fuming: "We have the evidence—what are we waiting for? Arrest them outright!"

"Junior sister, can't you be a bit more rational?" Lin Dongfan wore an expression of speechlessness: "We're the Anti‑Corruption Bureau, not the criminal investigation division. Rape is a criminal case—it's not our jurisdiction."

"Let the Provincial Department make the arrest!" Jian Sining's anger still would not subside.

This really left Lin Dongfan speechless; a woman's emotions are just not stable enough—once the anger flares up, she completely loses her bearings.

Lin Dongfan ordered Tang Xia: "Pull up the corrupt data on the USB drive and have a look."

"Hmm."

Tang Xia operated the computer a few times and opened another short video.

The content of this short video was not some intimate affair between a man and a woman, but a scene of Zhu Xianhua and Li Hengbo meeting in a restaurant—Li Hengbo, leaning on a golden cane, handed a set of car keys to Zhu Xianhua.

Judging by the brand logo on the key, it was a Land Rover.

Lin Dongfan couldn't help laughing at this: "Unexpected, huh—Little Li, giving up his iron rice bowl, actually quit his job to go into business and started making movies."

"Let's move quickly to set things up; this can't be delayed, or else the Provincial Department over there won't be able to hold out." Peng Tianhua reminded.

Lin Dongfan deeply agreed, so he ordered Zhang Xiaoguang: "Xiaoguang, go check right away whose name the Land Rover is registered under, and find out who its actual user is."

"Understood."

Zhang Xiaoguang accepted the order and left his seat.

Lin Dongfan also instructed Tang Xia: "Hero, go find out where Zhu Xianhua is now, lock onto his location, keep a close watch on him, and report back to me immediately."

"Understood."

Tang Xia also accepted the order and left his seat.

Jian Sining suddenly asked: "What should I do, then?"

"You, let me think..." In the midst of chatting and laughing, Lin Dongfan rubbed his neck, shrugged his shoulders, and put on a look of all-over soreness: "Forget it; if I had you massage my shoulders and legs, that public servant would become my personal servant, and Old Peng would surely look down on me. You'd better go find Ji Qing and have her come back to give a statement."