Chapter 370: Meeting Su Yuhong to Exchange Homework

Jian Sining's worries are not without reason.

Although Zou Feiyun always pretends to be a suave gentleman, he really dares to strike at critical moments, not even sparing his own father-in-law.

Compared to that, killing Feng Weishan is nothing.

For safety's sake.

Lin Dongfan greeted Qi Ting, asked him to arrange protection, and also invited the sunshine-type beauty Su Yuhong to the Mist Forest Holiday Village in the suburbs to hand in her homework.

Su Yuhong has been transferred from the Nanzhou Municipal Political and Legal Affairs Commission to the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission for over a year.

Before, I worried that the leadership would label her as part of the Lin Family Army.

I also never had her do anything.

Now the situation is different; Feng Weishan not only faces assassination risk, but also the possibility of suicide under pressure.

The best person to tail her is none other than Su Yuhong.

Six o'clock in the evening.

On the lake of Mist Forest Holiday Village, the water sparkled; a breeze brought a hint of cool moisture, swaying the bead curtains on the second floor of the lakeside inn, as if wanting to peek at the myriad charms of the room's style.

Actually, there's nothing worth peeking at.

Lin Dongfan, the fitness enthusiast who had just run two laps around the lake, was drenched in sweat; he had just returned to the room and taken a shower. Although he wasn't wearing clothes or pants, he wrapped a white towel around his waist.

The waiter had just brought grilled meat and Moutai, along with pre-meal fruit.

Eating fruit before a meal increases satiety and vitamin C absorption, helps control calorie intake, and is the top choice for maintaining one's figure.

Recently work has been busy, and I haven't had much time to exercise.

If I don't control my weight, those six-pack abs could turn into a beer belly at any moment.

The sunshine-type beauty Su Yuhong is obviously also a fruit expert.

She speared a piece of seedless watermelon with a fork and stuffed it into her mouth, praising nonstop: 'The quality is good; you rich people know how to enjoy.'

She then speared a piece of red-fleshed dragon fruit and stuffed it into her mouth: 'The fruit is mine, the grilled meat is yours.'

She had eyes only for fruit.

She completely ignored Lin Dongfan sitting across from her.

Today she wore a simple yet proper professional outfit, her whole body exuding an elite aura; truly, her charm hasn't diminished over the years, and she grows more feminine with age.

Lin Dongfan smiled appreciatively for a moment, then picked up the Flying Fairy Moutai and poured two cups.

He casually asked: 'Your breast hyperplasia issue is resolved, right? Come, drink two cups with me to liven up.'

Su Yuhong raised her head and teased: 'Every time we meet you ask about my breast issue; why are you so concerned about my breasts? Are you really afraid I'll get breast cancer, or do you want me to be your wet nurse?'

'Being a wet nurse? What a ferocious phrase.'

Lin Dongfan laughed heartedly as he admired Su Yuhong sitting across from him; Su Yuhong was still the same carefree, sunny Su Yuhong, unchanged.

That's a good thing.

What people fear most is that ordinary changes yet the old heart remains, yet they say the old heart is easily changed; after being beaten by society, how many can return still as youths?

In a few months, Su Yuhong will be entering the major threshold of thirty.

If everything follows the trajectory from Lin Dongfan's past life memories, Su Yuhong's remaining lifespan is only two years.

However, there's nothing to worry about now.

From her mental state one can tell that the breast hyperplasia issue has been effectively controlled; in this life it's unlikely to worsen into breast cancer.

Lin Dongfan raised his Moutai in celebration: 'Come, to celebrate your escape from cancer risk, bottoms up.'

'You invited me over just to have me drink Moutai with you?' Talking and laughing, Su Yuhong lifted her cup and lightly clinked it against Lin Dongfan's.

The wine in the cup rippled slightly.

Lin Dongfan's heart also swayed slightly from the clink; alas, he wasn't born in ancient times—otherwise… his life's regrets would be far fewer.

Lin Dongfan tilted his neck back and gulped it down.

He set down the cup, then sliced the grilled meat, eating and chatting: 'I'm not some idle good-for-nothing who just waits to die; didn't I say on the phone? I asked you to come over to hand in your homework.'

'Before I asked you to go get the license with me, you refused no matter what; now you're always thinking of me.' Su Yuhong also downed her entire cup of Moutai.

What she drank seemed not to be wine, but endless, tangled sorrow.

After setting down the wine cup.

She covered her mouth and gave a light cough twice; her cheeks also flushed slightly, glowing like rosy clouds.

After she caught her breath.

She then scoffed: 'An irresponsible scumbag.'

'Someone…' Lin Dongfan frowned, saying: 'What I meant by homework isn't that kind of homework; I'm asking you to report on Feng Weishan's recent movements.'

I got it wrong?

Su Yuhong looked puzzled.

Lin Dongfan nodded solemnly: 'You got it wrong. But it's fine; your brain cells have always been improper, and I'm used to it…'

"Cough cough!"

Two clear coughs, Su Yuhong speared a piece of watermelon and shoved it into Lin Dongfan's mouth, blocking it.

Seeing Lin Dongfan at a loss for words.

Su Yuhong laughed with a spring breeze: 'Who's really the improper one? You actually turned the tables, calling me a scumbag and refusing to admit it—just a rascal.'

'This watermelon is good—crisp, sweet, and refreshing.'

Changing the subject, Lin Dongfan, being professional, finished the watermelon then stuffed a piece of grilled meat into his mouth.

Outside the window, the sun set westward.

Under the sunset's glow, the sparkling lake looked as if gilded with a layer of gold, just as the ancient couplet says: 'Sunlight on dragon scales, myriad points of gold.'

The scenery is beautiful, but Su Yuhong has no mind to appreciate it.

She saw only the fruit on the plate, and the person before her—visible but unattainable.

She ate while reporting to Lin Dongfan: "Since Lu Han was arrested, Feng Weishan has been like autumn grass trampled by frost—completely wilted, showing no fighting spirit."

"Do you think he'll commit suicide?" Lin Dongfan asked.

Su Yuhong replied without hesitation: "Suicide? That's hard to say. He's someone who's weathered storms, lived to this age—what hasn't he experienced? But…"

"But what?" Lin Dongfan asked, looking up at Su Yuhong.

Su Yuhong thought carefully, then replied solemnly: "Yesterday when I went to deliver tea, I saw him on the phone with someone. He was feeling low, saying if he couldn't get away, then…"

"Then what? Don't hem and haw—I'm dying of anxiety." Lin Dongfan urged.

Su Yuhong looked speechless: "Nothing more—I walked in and he stopped speaking. Judging by his pessimistic mood then, if he couldn't get away, he'd either turn himself in or commit suicide."

"Who was he on the phone with then?" Lin Dongfan asked.

Su Yuhong shook her head: "How would I know? It wasn't an office landline call, but his own mobile; I'd guess it was someone outside the system."

"Keep an eye on him; if he truly has suicidal tendencies, report to me promptly." Lin Dongfan instructed.

Su Yuhong laughed: "You really think highly of me, asking me, such a little cutie, to watch a vice-ministerial bigwig. Even if he really wanted to kill himself, he'd do it after work, back home—dying at home is better than dying out there, and I can't possibly follow him home to watch him. If he truly wants to die, no one can stop him."

"That makes sense, let's do it."

Lin Dongfan poured two more cups of wine and clinked glasses with Su Yuhong again.

Fortunately, when we earlier arrested Bai Xue, we used a covert operation. If Feng Weishan learned that Bai Xue's escape had failed, he might despair and kill himself.

This also made Lin Dongfan realize:

Only by quickly arresting Feng Weishan can we ensure he doesn't die an unnatural death.

And the key evidence for arresting Feng Weishan.

Is in Sun Zhiqing's hands.