Chapter 505: The Stalwart Great Aunt

The night Liu Qingmei was arrested, the news that Lin Dongfan and Manager Ma donated to the orphan welfare institution topped the headlines of major portal websites, attracting a wave of likes online.

Even the official website of the Z Propaganda Department reposted the related news.

Don't underestimate this small repost; it signifies affirmation! It's tantamount to telling everyone that Lin Dongfan's approach is completely without issue.

Wei Shouqin, who was in the hotel, was dumbfounded upon seeing this news.

After being dumbfounded came panic; he hurriedly pulled out his phone to call Liu Qingmei, only to hear: "Hello, the number you have dialed is turned off……"

That mechanical-sounding telecom voice prompt was like a blow to the head, leaving Wei Shouqin's head buzzing.

Liu Qingmei never turns off her phone!

What's going on today?

Wei Shouqin took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, his whole body shaking like he had Parkinson's syndrome, his hands trembling badly; he struck the lighter several times but failed to ignite it.

He then turned up the gas valve a bit.

Then he struck it hard again.

With a crack, the flame suddenly leapt up and ignited the eyebrows above his brow ridge.

This sudden disaster instantly cured Wei Shouqin's Parkinson's syndrome; his hands stopped shaking, and although his patting-the-brows-to-extinguish-the-fire motion was a bit frantic, he ultimately put out the fire.

But his right eye certainly doesn't look good, after all the eyebrows on his brow ridge have all been killed off.

"Stay calm, don't scare yourself; maybe Liu Qingmei's phone is out of battery. If Liu Qingmei were arrested, how could Li Mingtang possibly let me go today?"

"It must be the phone's dead; I'll call again later."

When it comes to self-consolation, Wei Shouqin is quite excellent; a few words put his mind at ease and his body relaxed, effectively loosening his tense nerves.

He relit the cigarette.

He took a strong drag.

He consoled himself further: "What's there to fear? Even if Liu Qingmei really got arrested, so what? Could the higher-ups just ignore my situation? If I were taken in, we'd all be in the same boat. Besides, Li Mingtang surely has his own misgivings; otherwise he wouldn't have let me go today, and the provincial authorities aren't something he can just move against."

Thinking this way, the cigarette tasted especially satisfying.

Wei Shouqin picked up his phone again, browsing the Z Propaganda Department's reposted charity donation news, and scoffed: "You sons of bitches, joining forces to play tricks, making me suffer such a huge setback. Lin surname, we'll see how it goes—if you can't kill me, I'll kill you! Let's see who laughs last."

What is this mysterious self-confidence?

This is probably the legendary mysterious self-confidence. Old Wei, a hallowed deputy department‑level official, upon seeing the Z Propaganda Department's repost of the joint charity news by Lin Dongfan and Manager Ma, first thought in his mind was that the Z Propaganda Department too had been duped by Lin Dongfan's superficial show, never considering that the head of the Z Propaganda Department might be protecting his own.

Around nine o'clock in the evening.

As soon as Lin Dongfan returned home, he received praise from his aunt Xie Yuxin: "Dongfan, your charity auction today was well done. 2.5 billion yuan in donations—for a welfare institution not particularly large in scale, that's like a heavenly windfall. As for the specific use of those funds, you must oversee it properly."

The beauty‑loving great aunt Lin Yuzhi walked out of the room, tilting her head back.

She applied a face mask while complaining: "2.5 billion yuan could build dozens of high‑standard welfare institutions. Donating it all to one place? That's definitely a brain problem."

The old gentleman, who was playing with his great‑granddaughter, shot a white‑eye glare over: "Everyone else has problems, but you don't! With your abilities, take that broken watch of yours to auction and see if you can fetch a sky‑high price of 2.5 billion! You can't accomplish anything worthwhile all day, look at what you've smeared on your face—you look like a ghost."

"My looks were given by my parents; what can I do? I'm innately lacking, so I can only rely on myself to fix it." The great aunt lay back on the sofa, tilting her head back.

The next second, she sprang up as if electrified, like a corpse‑blasting bomb.

She clutched her buttocks and ran off: "You've taken explosives! If I don't whip you for a day, are you itching to hit me?!"

"You said you're innately lacking? I'll make you content!"

The old gentleman's cane in his hand was not the least bit polite.

The first strike accurately hit Lin Yuzhi's buttocks; the first strike was half a beat slow, and when it was swung out, Lin Yuzhi had already dodged behind Chu Lingxi, using Chu Lingxi as a human shield.

This move never fails; the defense buff is maxed out!

The old gentleman beats everyone with the surname Lin, but he would never lay a hand on the Lin family's daughters‑in‑law—whether Xie Yuxin or Chu Lingxi, they are all top‑level protected figures.

"Lingxi, don't shield her, step aside." The old gentleman, still seething, said: "She's rebelled! She blames her parents for her own deformities—just watch, I won't spare her from a beating today!"

"!!!"

Chu Lingxi had her arms seized from behind by the great aunt, left and right she had no recourse.

She laughed through tears and advised: "Grandfather, the great aunt was just speaking offhand; you don't need to quarrel with her—this isn't the first time she's committed betrayal of teacher and ancestor."

Before Chu Lingxi could finish,

Lin Yuzhi lightly pinched Chu Lingxi's arm: "Traitor, how dare you speak like that? I was just feeling a little moved, and you immediately showed your true colors, even black‑mailing me."

"I didn't say anything wrong." Chu Lingxi looked innocent.

Xie Yuxin stepped forward to support the old gentleman's arm: "Old gentleman, calm down; the two kids are watching—don't frighten the children."

Still, this trick works.

As soon as he mentioned the two little brats nearby, his anger dissipated just like that; he shook off Xie Yuxin's support and was as good as new.

He chuckled over to Lin Zhao Xia: "My good‑natured great‑granddaughter, why do you keep shoving everything into your mouth? Fighter jets are for destroying enemies—how can you eat this…"

The toys on the ground were all military equipment—fighter jets, tanks, even an aircraft carrier model.

In the old gentleman's world,

All Lin family descendants, male or female, are soldiers!

Taking advantage of the old gentleman's aggression having dropped to zero, Lin Yuzhi hurried back to her room and waved to summon Lin Dongfan.

She shut the door and asked Lin Dongfan: "You're a man; come over and give me some advice—what outfit should I wear tomorrow that's appropriate?"

When the wardrobe door opened, one half was solemn military uniforms, the other half sexy fashion.

No need to guess.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve; surely Comrade Liang Jingzhong, far away in West Rong Province, will return, otherwise the great aunt wouldn't be agonizing over what to wear tomorrow.

Lin Dongfan casually pulled out a down jacket and tossed it to Lin Yuzhi: "Just this one."

"What's wrong with you? Put this on and you'll puff up like a steamed bun." Lin Yuzhi looked disgusted: "Be serious—this is a very solemn matter."

"Do you want dignity or warmth? You're both getting on in years—stop being so pretentious."

"Who are you calling old? Believe it or not, I'll whip you!"

Lin Yuzhi raised her right hand, curled her finger joints, striking a pose as if to give a forehead flick.

Lin Dongfan smiled fearlessly: "The weather forecast said it, tomorrow heavy snow, take care of your phoenix body. Those who truly love you, no matter what you wear, are the most beautiful in his eyes."

"That still sounds like something a person would say."

When it comes to the word "love", Lin Yuzhi felt immensely proud, convinced she was Comrade Liang Jingzhong's lifetime true love! Otherwise Old Liang would have long been off the market—how could he keep her company staying single?

Lin Yuzhi smiled happily: "Actually I'm not a pretentious person either. It's just that everyone's been busy, we haven't seen each other for several months. Reuniting after Along separation, I feel we need a somewhat solemn sense of ceremony."

"That's simple." Lin Dongfan smiled: "Tomorrow you drag him into your room, with one move of a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, you directly push him down—that's the perfect ceremony."

Lin Yuzhi gave a white-eyed glare: "I'm not your aunt, nor your brother—please watch your words. Do I seem like someone who's not reserved? I must let him pounce on me first, then I'll pretend to be reserved."

"Then there's nothing to be done, unless you drug him."

Lin Dongfan struck a helpless pose: "My wild-born aunt's husband is by nature shy and restrained; with something this fierce, I doubt he could pull it off."