Chapter 518

Liu Qingmei, who always looked down on Lin Dongfan as a loser, suddenly wimped out, calling him "Fan Ge" over and over, tears streaming like they were free, putting on a pitifully innocent act.

I don't know if Lin Dongfan feels satisfied, but Peng Tianhua is just speechless.

Grandfather interrogated her from New Year's Day to the seventh, questioning this bitch for seven days but couldn't pry open her slutty mouth, and now a simple family reunion photo has her obeying completely?

Damn her, she's truly a green-tea bitch!

Seeing the red family register, she became as obedient as a little kitten; a second ago she still regarded Fan Ye as a mortal enemy, but now she just wants to lie down and beg Fan Ye to mount.

She's utterly shameless and bottomless; probably not even wearing underwear!

"You're staring at Director Lin like that?! You think shedding a couple tears will win sympathy? I tell you, the door isn't even closed—honestly confess the problem!"

As he spoke, Peng Tianhua slapped the table.

A loud bang.

In an instant, Liu Qingmei became like a frightened little rabbit, trembling all over, and the glimmer of tears in her eyes grew even fuller.

Seeing this, Peng Tianhua felt immensely satisfied.

He thought:

"Thanks to you, you bitch, from New Year's Day to the seventh I've worked overtime seven full days. I can't get a statement out of you, and every day I still get reprimanded by Director Li."

This year, one could say I've had a miserable time.

You have a day like this too?

Haha, today it's finally your turn to crack, you bitch—damn, that feels great!

It's right for you to break down emotionally!

When Fan Ye's red family genealogy of that caliber is laid out, you, this clueless little bitch, if you don't break down into tears, how can you live up to Fan Ye's pretentious prowess?

Just thinking about it gets Peng Tianhua excited; this satisfaction of avenging past shame is no less than the thrill of slapping his wife twice in a dream.

"Bang!"

Peng Tianhua slapped the table again with one palm.

Adopting a stern and righteous posture, he questioned Liu Qingmei: "Are you mute or what? Speak up and confess the problem!"

"!!!"

Liu Qingmei's tears fell like broken beads.

She protested weakly: "You didn't even ask me a question just now—what do you want me to confess?" As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Dongfan's reaction, only to see him lighting a cigarette.

"I didn't ask you a question just then?"

Peng Tianhua stared, replaying every word he'd just said in his mind, then a second later slapped the table again.

Damn it!

He actually dared to find fault with me!

Peng Tianhua shouted emphatically: "From New Year's Day to the seventh, I've been asking you where that hundred million came from! Are you playing dumb with me? Hurry up and confess!"

"I won't talk to you; I want to speak alone with Fan Ye. Please leave." Liu Qingmei mustered her courage to make the demand, her gaze shifting to Lin Dongfan.

Her gaze, brimming with clear tears, could be described as quite complex.

To the pure-hearted cutie, this was a pleading look, begging Lin Dongfan to spare her out of their former classmate bond.

But to Peng Tianhua, the signal she was sending was that of a green tea.

Just like a lioness on the African savanna who, upon discovering the old lion king can't hold his position, immediately turns and runs to lick the new lion's nose, hoping to gain attention through mating.

How embarrassing!

Peng Tianhua glanced sideways at Lin Dongfan, not knowing whether this guy had any provocative ideas, so he voluntarily stood up: "Director Lin, I'm going to the restroom…"

"Go to hell, sit down."

Lin Dongfan placed a hand on Peng Tianhua's shoulder and pressed him back into the chair.

But Lin Dongfan's gaze remained fixed on Liu Qingmei opposite him.

He took a slow drag of his cigarette.

Leisurely he asked Liu Qingmei: "Speak, who gave you that sum of money?"

"I…"

Faced with Lin Dongfan's cold attitude, Liu Qingmei felt hatred and regret—how could she have misjudged so badly? She passed up a Jing circle princeling to lick an old man.

Just thinking about it brings tears.

Liu Qingmei gazed pleadingly at Lin Dongfan: "Fan Ye, you can have me do anything; I'm willing to cooperate unconditionally…"

"Cut the crap, speak—where did that money come from?" Lin Dongfan's gaze was like a torch.

Liu Qingmei replied weakly: "I… I admit I lied before… it… that sum of money was given to me by Wei Shouqin…"

Saying this, Liu Qingmei's emotions suddenly became somewhat agitated.

She urgently explained to Lin Dongfan: "But Fan Ye, you have to believe me—I'm really not the kind of mistress you imagine. He deceived me, saying he'd already divorced his wife, so I accepted him."

"How much money did he spend on you in total?" Lin Dongfan pressed.

Liu Qingmei recalled carefully: "This… roughly over two hundred million. At first it was just small expenses; he gave me 100,000 a month, and I was content. Only later did I realize his wealth was so vast even he didn't know how much he had. So… afterwards I started asking him for a car, a house, luxury brands…"

The further she went, the weaker Liu Qingmei's voice became, as if she also knew this wasn't very honorable.

Lin Dongfan further inquired: "How much assets does he have?"

"I really don't know." Liu Qingmei reflected thoughtfully: "But I do know his money‑collecting routine; once, when he was drunk and blabbering, he bragged about it."

Hearing that, both Lin Dongfan and Peng Tianhua were instantly energized.

Lin Dongfan pressed: "Elaborate—how does he collect money?"

"He only takes antiques, gold, or cash." Liu Qingmei replied.

Lin Dongfan asked: "Is he hiding a huge stash of cash somewhere?"

"He still uses hidden cash? You're underestimating him."

Liu Qingmei's tears were not yet dry, but speaking of this she couldn't help laughing.

She continued:

"Wei Shouqin's scheme isn't as simple as you imagine; he receives a huge sum of cash in the morning, and in the afternoon he goes to the antique market to buy antiques."

In one flip, the cash turns into antiques.

Then he consigns the antiques to an auction house for sale, but he's not aiming for a high price; he's after a failed auction result.

With a record of a failed auction, he can cloak subsequent low‑value transactions in a veneer of legality.

After the antiques fail to sell, he passes them off as fakes and sells them cheaply to his nephew engaged in foreign trade; his nephew then resells them at high prices on overseas auction markets to cash out.

Isn't that pretty crafty?

Going through this loop, not only is the money laundered spotless, but the assets are smoothly transferred overseas.

I've heard that nephew is his illegitimate child.

I don't know if it's true or false.

I've asked him about it.

Anyway, he stubbornly denies it, keeps wanting me to bear him another child, saying he'll give a hundred million for each child; he really spends money lavishly, having no concept of money.

Speaking of this, Liu Qingmei seemed to have lost a major patron.

A hint of regret appeared on her face again.

However, Lin Dongfan wasn't interested in her emotions; only Wei Shouqin's money‑laundering scheme could shock Lin Dongfan—surely his domestic bank card would show no trace of illicit funds.

Lin Dongfan then asked Liu Qingmei: "Just now you said he also collects gold; gold can't be smuggled out of the country, right? Do you know where he hides the gold?"

"I don't know." Liu Qingmei shook her head, then shifted the topic: "However, there's a huge safe in his villa, mysterious and off‑limits; he never lets me touch it."