Chapter 440: Winning Over the Junior Martial Sister

Jian Sining only arrived in Haishan Shi after 9 p. m., accompanied by two anti-corruption commissioners and two prosecutorial officers.

After completing the transfer procedures for the criminal suspect, it was already 10 p. m.

Jian Sining ordered her subordinates to escort Huang Tao back to the province overnight for secret interrogation, while she planned to stay the night and return the next morning.

It had been over half a year since she last saw Lin Dongfan.

That evening the two met for a small gathering at the hotel restaurant; Lin Dongfan treated, the table was filled with local seafood—not extravagant, but the wine was imported Bordeaux red, a bottle costing 68,000.

Jian Sining held up a half‑glass of red wine and gave it a sniff.

Her posture was elegant.

But this didn't mean her taste was high‑end; it was pure curiosity—she had never drunk such an expensive wine in her life.

She chuckled and asked Lin Dongfan, "You wouldn't really think of yourself as a businessman, would you? As a civil‑service drone, is it appropriate for your private life to be so extravagant?"

"I'm neither corrupt nor venal; in fact, I often pay out of pocket for work." Lin Dongfan replied righteously, "I enjoy life with my lawful income—how is that inappropriate?"

"You're the boss; you call the shots."

Knowing she couldn't win the argument, Jian Sining wisely offered a faint smile.

Under the restaurant's lighting effects.

The atmosphere was very romantic.

Looking at Jian Sining tonight, Lin Dongfan suddenly sensed that her changes over the past half‑year were not minor; she had acquired a more mature, steady demeanor and seemed more feminine than before.

Lin Dongfan asked with a smile, "Transferred from Jianglan Province to the General Bureau and promoted to deputy section chief—how does that feel?"

"You guess."

After being transferred to the General Bureau, Jian Sining hadn't even warmed her seat before Li Qingming dispatched her to Baiyue Province to assist Lin Dongfan with the case.

All of this was Lin Dongfan's arrangement; Jian Sining had no say in it.

Jian Sining self‑deprecatingly remarked, "My career path is all planned by you. You tell me to go east, I can't go west—do you think I'm fine with that?"

"I feel you're fine with it."

As they chatted and laughed, Lin Dongfan raised his wine glass in a toast.

Jian Sining didn't argue; she chuckled, clinked glasses with Lin Dongfan, then lifted her head and took a small sip of the red wine, immediately furrowing her brows.

The sensation was just one word—sour!

She really couldn't fathom what wealthy people have in their heads—isn't this just sour grape juice? Spending over sixty thousand on it is pure money‑burning.

Jian Sining put down her glass and ate a bit of food.

She curiously asked Lin Dongfan again, "That Yin Qiuhong… are you in contact with her? Did she really give birth to a son? Is it yours?"

"!!!"

Lin Dongfan's mood had been lovely, but her question made the wine in his mouth lose all flavor instantly.

Looking at her curious gaze, one could tell this question had been bottled up inside her for Along time.

Lin Dongfan set down his wine glass.

He scooped a few steamed crab meatballs with a spoon into a bowl.

While eating, he spoke: "First, I'm not sure her son is mine—I've never met him, nor done a paternity test. Second, I do want to arrest her and bring her back for trial; I've never thought of letting her off. What kind of person am I, Lin Dongfan? You shouldn't doubt my law‑enforcement resolve."

"I'm not questioning you."

Jian Sining gazed steadily into Lin Dongfan's eyes and explained calmly, "I'm only worried that she'll drag you down—she's no ordinary corrupt official; before fleeing she even wounded armed police with an explosion."

"Women's logic is full of loopholes," Lin Dongfan said with a contemptuous smile. "If you believed I'm a principled person, why would you have this worry? The essence of the issue is that you don't trust me—you fear I'll let her go for her son's sake, or even help her forge a new identity to return home."

Jian Sining: "……!!!"

"I'm speechless—is worrying about you also wrong? My logic has flaws, you have principles, so how did Yin Qiuhong's son come into being?"

"You're practically insane."

Before Jian Sining could compose herself, another contemptuous glance came her way: "What's the deal? Look at your sullen little expression—do you distrust my character, or my discipline?"

"I believe you."

Jian Sining answered glibly, but inside she muttered—"I believe you, my ass! In this world, probably only your sweet‑naive girlfriend would believe you have principles."

"Yin Qiuhong's son, Sun Zhiqing's son—both are your offspring."

"Don't think I don't know!"

"Pig breeder!"

The more Jian Sining thought, the angrier she got; the angrier, the more annoyed—annoyed at herself! She couldn't fathom why she was angry, feeling she must be ill, and seriously so.

She lifted the glass of red wine in front of her and gulped down a big mouthful.

The sourness surged up, making her cough twice.

Her cheeks also flushed from the irritation.

Sitting opposite, Lin Dongfan sighed repeatedly and shook his head: "You're over thirty and still can't keep your composure—looks like you need a shot today."

"A shot?"

Jian Sining startled, then immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, her voice dropping to a mosquito's murmur: "What nonsense are you spouting? What 'shot'…"

"Congratulations, you guessed right—bottoms up, let's get things started."

Lin Dongfan raised his own glass, quietly awaiting Jian Sining's response, solemn and grave—this seemed the proper stance of a high‑end hunter.

The result did not disappoint him.

After hesitating a few seconds, Jian Sining finally lifted her glass and clinked it. Although she kept her head down to avoid his scorching gaze, that was merely the awkwardness acting up.

At that moment, Jian Sining resembled a traditional woman unable to let go.

Yet she obviously harbored fantasies and longings about tonight's injection, for she is a normal person, and normal people have the seven emotions and six desires.

Over the years, for the sake of her "career," she has rejected every suitor.

She has remained single to this day.

That kind of long-suppressed primal emotion, once ignited, is hard to extinguish! Lin Dongfan saw her gulping alcohol with gusto and knew she just wanted to get drunk and be done.

When drunk, one can let others have their way, thus invisibly dispelling all embarrassment.

Wine!

What a good thing!

Wait for her to finish the red wine in her cup, Lin Dongfan poured her another: "If you can't drink, don't drink so much—look at your face, red as a monkey's butt."

"Then why are you still pouring me wine?"

"Whether I pour you wine or not shows my gentlemanly demeanor. As for whether you drink, that's your own attitude. If you want to get drunk, no one can stop you."

"!!!"

Jian Sining was so embarrassed a black line appeared on her forehead; she really wanted to reach out and strangle Lin Dongfan, taking advantage while acting innocent.

In anger, she stood up and left: "I'm not drinking anymore."

"Where are you going?" Lin Dongfan shouted as he stood up: "If you're not drinking, you still have to finish the dishes, right? I ordered all this seafood for you..."

"I'm going to find a man!"

As soon as she said that, Jian Sining's heart rate shot to the limit, her ears burning, feeling she had truly gone mad, even able to say such words.

She was so embarrassed like a fugitive, she hurriedly quickened her steps to flee the scene.

Lin Dongfan hurriedly chased after her: "Are you being stupid again? I, your senior brother, am not a hermaphrodite; there's no need to forsake the near for the far—I can do whatever others can."