Chapter 375

At this prime of life, and already divorced, Sun Zhiqing had completely let herself go, rushing at him with burning passion, leaving Lin Dongfan unable to fend her off.

She quickly pushed Lin Dongfan down onto the sofa.

She straddled him, biting and undoing his belt.

Lin Dongfan, still retaining a shred of reason, tried to stop her: 'Are you trying to ruin me?'

'What good would ruining you do me? Don't talk nonsense. I'm about to go to jail; I just want you to pamper me one more time, to leave me a nice memory.'

Sun Zhiqing, fiery with passion, said and then pulled out Lin Dongfan's belt.

Lin Dongfan hastily grabbed her hand: 'You're not already pregnant, are you? Be sensible—if you hand over the account books, you might not have to go to jail; trust the law.'

'I'm quite sensible. Since being with you, I haven't let Zou Feiyun touch me. Now that we're divorced, I'm even less likely to let him. Give me warmth, and I'll repay you for a lifetime.'

'We're adults; don't say such cheesy things.'

'Then let's not say anything; just pamper me properly once.'

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Zhiqing swiftly stripped off her clothes, tossing her flowing hair back over her shoulders, releasing the allure of a mature woman to the fullest.

You might think she's a wanton wildcat, but she's actually a piece of warm, fragrant, soft jade.

She only longs for someone to cherish her.

Faced with this series of fervent actions, Lin Dongfan's surging blood instantly ignited; he momentarily lost his restraint, sinking into the soft mire and unable to extricate himself.

Their entwining made the room's atmosphere ambiguous and scorching.

Knowing she was already pregnant, Lin Dongfan's movements were much gentler than during their previous sparring exchange. Afterwards he felt somewhat absurd, likely to resign in responsibility one day.

But today's half-hour endurance battle.

Lin Dongfan does not regret it.

As the poet said: 'If there are flowers to pluck, pluck them; don't wait until there are none and break empty branches.'

Lin Dongfan lit a post-coital cigarette, took a deep drag. The contented Sun Zhiqing snuggled tightly into his arms.

That flush on her face could make her look ten years younger.

She pressed her face to Lin Dongfan's chest, smiling as she listened to his heartbeat: 'Your stamina isn't great—your heart races so fast; you need to exercise more.'

Is half an hour considered inadequate?

Lin Dongfan frowned, thought for a moment, then saw no point in arguing— in this world only the ox dies from overwork, the land never gets worn out; it's better not to test her endurance.

Sun Zhiqing asked again: 'Do you know how much property I got in my divorce from Zou Feiyun?'

'How much?' Lin Dongfan was still quite interested in that question.

Sun Zhiqing held up one finger: 'One hundred million.'

'Only one hundred million?'

Lin Dongfan was stunned by that answer—the Zou family's wealth is not less than 999 billion, even if not a trillion; just the skimmed profits from their oil chain would drop countless jaws.

How could the joint property of Sun Zhiqing and Zou Feiyun be so little?

Lin Dongfan pressed: 'In such a huge Zou family, is this what you call leaving with nothing?'

'I can only get this much.' Sun Zhiqing spoke frankly: 'What I took are all legal assets; I didn't take a cent of the illegal ones. If I had taken that money, would you let me go?'

'A woman with her wits about her is indeed sensible.'

Lin Dongfan chuckled, took a puff of his cigarette, thinking, 'You're clever, but if you want money and not your life, even a god couldn't save you.'

What ought to be paid to the state will eventually have to be paid.

As they were chatting, the outside bodyguard suddenly called, saying Sun Zhiqing's ex-husband Zou Feiyun had arrived and wanted to see her.

'Hold him off first.'

Lin Dongfan extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.

He got up unhurriedly and put on his clothes.

Sun Zhiqing also got out of bed, dressed, then sat at the vanity to comb her long hair, outline her lips and eyebrows, and apply light makeup.

Lin Dongfan said: 'First give me the account books of the film and television company.'

'Only an electronic copy, copied from the company's finance computer.' Sun Zhiqing took a delicate USB drive from the drawer and handed it to Lin Dongfan.

She continued, applying eyebrow makeup while speaking to the mirror: 'The company's finance director is Feng Weishan's man. He normally doesn't listen to me, only taking orders from Feng Weishan's wife Bai Xue. Those crafty people—once Lu Hanyu is caught, Feng Weishan will order the finance director to destroy evidence and erase traces. Fortunately I kept a backup early.'

'Well done; I'll credit you with a merit.'

Lin Dongfan had just put the USB drive away when an angry pounding on the door came.

It must be that the bodyguards failed to stop Zou Feiyun.

Lin Dongfan saw Sun Zhiqing had finished her makeup, so he went to open the door. Sure enough, the two bodyguards had guns pressed to their heads and dared not move.

That guy Zou Feiyun actually brought four personal bodyguards—how precious his life must be.

Lin Dongfan looked at the furious Zou Feiyun and said: 'These are your personal bodyguards? Do you know how many years illegal gun possession carries?'

Upon hearing that, one of the bodyguards pointed his gun at Lin Dongfan.

He fired on the spot.

It sprayed Lin Dongfan's face with water.

Lin Dongfan wiped his face, chuckling: 'Damn, you really like to play—pulling out a toy gun to scare people, is that the lowbrow fun of Young Master Zou?'

'Get out of the way!'

Zou Feiyun, his face livid with anger, wasn't here today just to trade insults with Lin Dongfan.

He shoved Lin Dongfan aside, stormed into the room fuming, and demanded of Sun Zhiqing: 'Did you steal Qingguo Media's financial data?'

'Mr. Zou, don't forget I'm one of the directors of Qingguo Media. You hold no position there. What qualifications do you have to interfere in our company's affairs?'

Sun Zhiqing gave him a cold stare; just uttering 'Mr. Zou' made Zou Feiyun feel like vomiting blood.

They've been divorced less than three days.

To become this estranged all of a sudden—clearly they never loved each other at all!

Zou Feiyun smelled a lewd odor in the room, took a closer look, and saw half an unsmoked cigarette lying in the ashtray on the bedside table.

Instantly he felt as if a huge grassland were sprouting on his head, so green it made his heart panic.

"Scum!"

Zou Feiyun swung a fierce palm.

When his palm was still 0.5 centimeter from Sun Zhiqing's left cheek, Lin Dongfan shot out, gripping his right wrist tightly.

Lin Dongfan warned coldly: "If you have something to say, say it; don't get handsy!"

"Let go!"

Zou Feiyun gave a mighty shake, but it was useless.

The strength in Lin Dongfan's wrist wasn't something this kidney-deficient young master could just shake off.

Lin Dongfan warned him again: "I can let go, but you'd better behave! Don't fucking piss me off."

Saying that, Lin Dongfan let go.

Zou Feiyun rubbed his aching wrist, glared fiercely at Lin Dongfan, then turned his gaze to Sun Zhiqing: "You scum, are you eating wild food behind my back?"

"Mr. Zou, we seem to have already divorced, aren't you being a bit overbearing?" Sun Zhiqing replied coldly.

Zou Feiyun angrily asked: "Then what about before the divorce? Did you do it before?"

"You guess."

For such a serious matter, Sun Zhiqing treated it like a game, asking with a light smile.

He was so angry Zou Feiyun nearly vomited blood.

"Guess?"

"Guess your sister!"

"You scum, you're stealing men behind my back, and you still want me to guess?"

A nameless fury surged to his head; Zou Feiyun turned and angrily grabbed Lin Dongfan's collar: "Bastard! I could let you mess with me, but you actually messed with my wife! Is this how you serve the people?"