Chapter 45: Like a Wolf and Tiger, Yin Qiuhong

The truth was guessed by Zhang Xiaoguang; the leader Lin Dongfan mentioned is indeed a female leader.

Yin Qiuhong.

A 32-year-old divorced woman, at the age of a wolf and tiger.

Currently serving as the deputy director of Nanzhou City Forest Faction, mainly responsible for safe production, forestry law enforcement, and criminal investigation.

After the outbreak of the 9·28 Forest Fire.

Whether the fire was accidental or arson; what the root cause of the fire was; how responsibility should be divided—all these matters were handled single-handedly by Yin Qiuhong.

Classify the arson case as an accidental fire.

Make a big issue small.

Furthermore, let the deceased pig farm boss Yang Shoushan take the blame, have the Yang family bear all compensation liability, and assist Dai Fengnian of the Green Bamboo Ridge project development department in concealing the true death toll.

This series of sneaky maneuvers, Yin Qiuhong handled them with effortless ease.

Yin Qiuhong is not only bold.

She is also beautiful.

In just ten years, she rose from a female police officer handling front desk reception to deputy director, a promotion speed that who knows how many people cannot catch up to.

Nanzhou is a vice-provincial-level city, and the deputy director of the Forest Faction holds the rank of Division Level.

Women like Yin Qiuhong, who are skilled at using their looks, if not involved in the 9·28 Case and not under the scrutiny of the Anti-Corruption Special Task Force, would likely continue to rise.

In Lin Dongfan's memory, Yin Qiuhong's ultimate fate was to flee abroad.

And the reason she could successfully escape.

Mainly because someone assisted her.

Imagine, if a woman who rose to power through her looks were to fall in Nanzhou, how many people would tremble with fear? She could flee, even die, but must not be caught.

This is the unanimous consensus of the White Freeloaders Party.

Now Cheng Dao and Dai Fengnian have both been taken down ahead of time, Lin Dongfan estimates that Yin Qiuhong's escape plan should also have been put on the agenda.

In order to keep this bold and daring great beauty.

Lin Dongfan didn't touch alcohol at noon; after eating, he drove straight to Jinglan Heavenly Realm.

Jinglan Heavenly Realm is a relatively high-end residential community in Nanzhou, known for its elegant architectural design and high housing prices, where many nobles and officials reside.

Entering Jinglan Heavenly Realm is not an easy task.

The security guard blocked Lin Dongfan's car, not allowing him to enter the underground parking lot. Lin Dongfan patted his pockets and realized he had forgotten his work ID.

Helplessly,

Lin Dongfan rolled down the car window and directly tossed out a 100-yuan bill.

The security guard flew into a rage: 'Who do you think you're looking down on? Hurry up and drive away! Don't block the way.' He looked like a principled guy who guards his post and won't bend for five pecks of rice.

Lin Dongfan added another 100-yuan bill.

The security guard frowned slightly: 'You are insulting my professional ethics!'

'Three hundred.'

Lin Dongfan added another bill.

The security guard chuckled: 'Brother, you think having a few dirty bucks makes you something?'

'Five hundred, can't be any more.'

Lin Dongfan passed out the five bills through the window.

The security guard glanced left and right, swiftly took the money, and laughed like a brother: 'Brother, I'll raise the barrier for you right away, just wait a moment.'

Having said that, he went back to the guard room, pressed the control button, and lifted the barrier.

Finally, he stood at the guardhouse door and gave Lin Dongfan a salute: 'Brother, safe travels, feel free to park in any empty spot in the underground garage.'

'Thanks.'

Lin Dongfan casually returned the salute and slowly drove his car into the underground garage.

Yin Qiuhong lives on the 18th floor of Building 8.

No need to press the doorbell; the door was open, with a pile of deliveries at the entrance. Yin Qiuhong was wearing a tight yoga suit and practicing yoga in the living room.

This woman is really ruthless, even toward herself.

She actually bent her supple body into a loop—will that slender waist really not break? But her figure and skin are indeed excellent, no wonder so many men have their eyes on her.

'Director Yin.'

Lin Dongfan lightly knocked twice on the door, without barging in.

'Who is it?'

Yin Qiuhong held her yoga pose, unable to turn her head to see what was happening.

Lin Dongfan got straight to the point: 'Lin Dongfan, I came to see you because I want to...'

'Lin Dongfan?!'

Before Lin Dongfan could finish speaking, upon hearing the three words 'Lin Dongfan,' Yin Qiuhong's composure broke, and she immediately straightened up and stood.

She looked as if facing a formidable enemy, her eyes fixed on Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan chuckled intriguingly: 'Director Yin, what do you mean by that? Am I not handsome enough, or does the five elements in my name carry thorns? Your reaction is so strong.'

When speaking of handsomeness, Yin Qiuhong again sized up Lin Dongfan from head to toe.

She couldn't help but admit that Lin Dongfan is a rare handsome guy in Nanzhou's official circles, his speech is also quite humorous, seeming to have some appeal.

But considering that Lin Dongfan is a person from the Provincial Anti-Corruption Bureau, and Cheng Dao and Dai Fengnian were both planted by this guy.

Yin Qiuhong also dared not let down her guard.

Nor did she dare to joke around.

Yin Qiuhong cautiously asked: 'You came to my place—do you want to talk about public matters or private ones?'

"I'm an easygoing person; if you want to talk business, let's talk business. If you want to talk private matters, we can sit down and talk private matters."

Lin Dongfan tried to get the other party to lower their guard and draw closer.

There's nothing that can be done about it.

Yin Qiuhong is different from corrupt officials like Cheng Dao and Dai Fengnian; she has no ancestral grave to dig up, no walls to smash, her counter‑investigation skills are stronger, and she usually doesn't take money.

However, this doesn't mean she doesn't love money.

Her father, Yin Tiesheng, lacked education but loved to pose as a literary master by playing with calligraphy. Thanks to his daughter's status, in his later years he joined the Nanzhou Calligraphy Association and was elected vice‑president.

Old Yin's calligraphy, though, isn't very good.

But a few casual scribbles can sell for hundreds of thousands, and there's no problem at all.

For this kind of covert corruption, Lin Dongfan really can't do anything about her for the time being; he can only first keep her steady, then slowly unravel and gain leverage over her.

Seeing Yin Qiuhong still wearing a wary expression, Lin Dongfan countered, "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"

"Please have a seat; I'll go change my clothes."

Yin Qiuhong turned and ushered Lin Dongfan to a seat.

On the coffee table lay a huge crystal ashtray with several cigarette butts inside; Yin Qiuhong also smoked, but only in private.

Beside the ashtray rested a half‑glass of aerated red wine.

Quite the petite‑bourgeois vibe.

Yin Qiuhong came out in a sexy silk nightgown, her hair loose over her shoulders; her bearing and looks gave her even more alluring charm than when she'd been in the tight yoga outfit earlier.

She sat down opposite Lin Dongfan, idly brushing a hand through her hair and said, "Captain Lin, you're not here to dig up dirt on me, are you?"

"I already said it—public or private, it's up to you," Lin Dongfan said, lighting a cigarette.

Yin Qiuhong smiled faintly, and in Lin Dongfan's presence she dropped a blue little pill into the red wine, then lifted the glass and gave it a gentle swirl.

After the pill had completely dissolved.

She placed the glass of red wine in front of Lin Dongfan, her smile now tinged with seduction: "If you want to talk business, we can do it at the office. If you want to talk private matters, you'd better drink this wine first."

"You're not trying to poison me, are you?" Lin Dongfan said, eyeing the wine with a half‑smile.

Yin Qiuhong still held the wine glass out to Lin Dongfan: "I'm sincerely offering you a drink, yet you suspect I've poisoned it—how can I trust you?"

"What did you just put in it?" Lin Dongfan frowned.

Yin Qiuhong's smile didn't fade: "It's just something for men and women—a pill to make you happy."

"Director Yin, are you serious?" Lin Dongfan forced an awkward smile: "In broad daylight, going this far—isn't that a bit much?"

"Afraid?" Yin Qiuhong laughed lightly: "Drink this wine and I'll treat you as one of us. Otherwise, you can go back where you came from—we'll see each other in the officialdom."