Chapter 351: The Sweet, Naive Girl Who Hides Great Wisdom

The resentful voice coming from the phone almost shattered Lin Dongfan's eardrum; though he's approaching thirty, his anger is still this strong.

It forced Lin Dongfan to move the phone a bit farther away.

I don't know what stimulus Yang Qing got, but he's unusually keen on the blind date today—did he run into his ex, Wang Minjun, yesterday?

Was he badly hurt again by Wang Minjun?

Lin Dongfan thinks this is possible, since Wang Minjun also lives in Wuzhou, making a meeting likely; her husband is Deputy Director of the Provincial Education Department, Shen Huairu.

Not mentioning the administrative rank.

Just speaking of the cultural connotation of the name, the two characters 'Yang Qing' can't outshine 'Shen Huairu'.

The name Shen Huairu, upon hearing it, suggests talent and gives an air of an elegant, erudite scholar.

And what vibe do the two characters 'Yang Qing' convey? 'Willows green and lush'? 'Weak willows swaying in the wind, frivolously flaunting'—no scholarly air, but plenty of flirtatiousness.

Therefore…

Yang Qing cannot completely overwhelm Shen Huairu in every aspect.

So he can only salvage his pride indirectly, racking his brains to find a woman superior to Wang Minjun, then bring his little sweetheart to compete with Wang Minjun and regain his lost dignity.

"Don't shout nonsense, wait for me, I'm coming right away."

Lin Dongfan hung up the phone.

He shook his head and sighed: "Ah! My poor brother, spending this life at Wang Minjun's mercy isn't wasted—at least he's harvested a belly full of resentment."

Still half-asleep, Chu Lingxi turned and embraced him, her whole leg pressing onto Lin Dongfan.

Half-dreaming, she murmured: "Husband, you just said who harvested a belly full of grudges? That's scary—did you conceive a devil's fetus?"

"It really is scary; if Yang Sansui heard it, he'd likely cut open his belly to prove his innocence."

Lin Dongfan got up, preparing to put on clothes and pants.

Seeing the soggy clothes and pants tossed on the bathroom floor, he felt vexed, propping his forehead with a palm. Last night he'd been preoccupied with seeking excitement and forgot to ask the attendant to send the clothes for drying.

Lin Dongfan pulled out his phone.

He called the new housemaid Wu Yue at home: "Wu Yue, please bring me a set of clean clothes. No formal wear—today I'll dress casually, and bring a pair of shoes. I'll send you the address on your phone."

After hanging up, Lin Dongfan crawled back under the covers, hugging the sweet simpleton and slept in a little extra.

9:35.

Lin Dongfan was awakened again by the phone ringing.

He picked it up and saw it was Yang Qing urging him on; Lin Dongfan neither answered nor hung up, but shoved the phone under his pillow and kept sleeping.

Then the phone kept ringing nonstop, accompanied by incoming message alerts.

10:30 a. m.

Wu Yue finally delivered the clothes and pants.

Inexperienced Wu Yue, seeing Lin Dongfan and Chu Lingxi completely not returning home, found they were out enjoying a room at a hotel, leaving her speechless.

She dared not interfere in the masters' affairs, nor mention that the family's little treasure had a fever last night.

Basically, whether she brings it up or not makes no difference; these two are typical hands-off bosses, as if that child weren't theirs—whoever wants to take care of it can, since they don't want to.

Wu Yue placed the clothes beside the bed and, embarrassed, asked Lin Dongfan: "Boss, is there anything else? If not, I'll head back now—I still need to take the baby for a shot later."

"How is our little treasure doing?" Lin Dongfan asked,

Wu Yue frowned slightly: "He caught a chill last night, fever rose to 39 degrees. But you don't need to worry—his fever has now subsided."

"Oh, no wonder it's my son—he's tough."

Lin Dongfan laughed; Chu Lingxi, lying in bed unwilling to get up, also smiled—she truly wasn't worried at all.

Seeing this, Wu Yue was again speechless.

She thought these two really have big hearts, indeed treating the child as an indestructible little cockroach—no wonder Teacher Shen Junlan won't let them take care of the kid.

Wu Yue looked at the unwilling-to-get-up Chu Lingxi: "Madam, Teacher Shen called you last night but couldn't get through; she's annoyed."

"No problem—my mother's anger comes and goes quickly."

Chu Lingxi still wore a smile, feeling no tension, thinking even if her mother really got angry, she still has her husband to back her up—even if the sky fell, it'd be fine.

A full sense of happiness overflowed on Chu Lingxi's face.

Chu Lingxi, eyes smiling, asked Lin Dongfan: "Husband, will you come home tonight?"

"You go back with Wu Yue; my phone's about to be blown up by Yang Qing." Lin Dongfan glanced at the clothes beside the bed, then smiled at Wu Yue standing before the bed: "Do you want to watch me change clothes?"

"……!!!"

Wu Yue blushed, embarrassed, and lowered her head as she slipped out.

Reaching the doorway, she replied: "Madam, I'll wait for you in the first-floor lobby."

"Could it be she's never had a boyfriend? She's actually shy." Lin Dongfan chuckled.

Hearing that, Chu Lingxi gave an annoyed smile, lightly pinching Lin Dongfan's arm and asked: "Even rabbits don't eat the grass beside their burrow—are you saying you're not even as good as a rabbit?"

"Madam, you're absolutely right; I'm striving to learn from Master Rabbit."

"I knew it—your head is full of filthy junk. Listen up: it's not me trying to control you; many people are watching you. As an anti-corruption official, you can't act recklessly."

"Is this what your mother-in-law taught you?"

"My mother wouldn't say such things."

"Then your mother-in-law never gave you any husband‑managing tips? That's unscientific."

"What husband‑managing experience?"

"Really none?"

"My mother has always given my father understanding and support; she said…"

"What did she say?"

"He said a man needs to prove himself through his career. Society is so treacherous, like walking on thin ice; sometimes a slip is inevitable. As a wife, even if you can't help, you mustn't drag him down."

Haha, the best mother-in-law in China, none other than my mother-in-law.

What about me?

You're the best daughter-in-law in China. Come, give me a kiss.

Lin Dongfan bent down and kissed Chu Lingxi; although it was just a dragonfly‑touching‑water peck, Chu Lingxi still felt as if she had licked a honey pot, her face full of a satisfied smile.

The phone under the pillow rang again; it was still Yang Qing calling.

As soon as Lin Dongfan answered the phone, he lashed out: "Hurry hurry hurry, what the hell are you rushing for? You've been single for thirty years and aren't in a hurry—what's the rush now!"

"I woke you up at nine, and it's already eleven—do you have any sense of time?" Yang Qing's gloomy voice came over the phone.

Lin Dongfan clamped the phone between his cheek and shoulder, pulling on his pants as he replied: "Is it my lack of time awareness? No, it's the heavens being unfair, the gods messing with you."

"You dare to blame the heavens? During a thunderstorm, don't go out—I'm afraid you can't handle it." Yang Qing teased.

Lin Dongfan explained righteously: "Last night there was a downpour; I was soaked through. I just woke up with nothing to wear, so I had to have someone bring me clothes. If that's not fate, what is? It's none of my business."

"Cut the crap, I'm waiting for you with Tang Xia at the Provincial Procuratorate's gate—hurry up and get over here." As he spoke, Yang Qing added emphatically: "Tang Xia said the volunteer teacher he was set up with lives in Wushi Village, Liangshan Town; the mountain road is over ten li long, and the point is, Tang Xia said he has no interest in that woman."

"Given what you're saying, are you interested in taking over?" Lin Dongfan asked with a laugh.

Over the phone came a barrage of trash talk: "Take over your old man's business—can't you learn to speak like your wife? Tang Xia hasn't even met that woman; he simply dislikes her poor job, low income, and lack of savings. But those aren't problems for me—I have five million."

Lin Dongfan snorted with a laugh: "Exactly, you're a big shot with two bars and three flowers, the ultimate big shot."

"I love hearing that—hurry up and get over here, don't delay my lifelong affair." Yang Qing urged: "I want to have a daughter ASAP so she can be your son's wife in the future."

"Holy crap." Lin Dongfan grinned ear to ear: "Yang, three years old, your ingratiating tactics are deep—later I'll have to call you Yang, thousand years old."