Chapter 522: Search the Home

Around ten o'clock in the evening, Lin Dongfan, Jian Sining, and two procuratorial officers escorted Wei Shouqin to a luxurious detached villa.

This place counts as one of Wei Shouqin's love nests, where he usually meets his mistresses. He bought this love nest intending to have a child, but that wish has not yet been fulfilled.

It's not that his sperm quality is poor; mainly, no one is willing to bear a child for him.

He is a man in his fifties, with hair on his head thinning to just a few strands, and he sports a round, large beer belly.

His looks certainly won't win over mistresses, so he can only resort to the "power and money" approach.

Last March, he promised Zhou Xiaoguang's wife—namely, Dr. Xiang Wenting of the urology department at the Provincial People's Hospital—that he would give her five million if she bore him a son, but Xiang Wenting refused.

What Xiang Wenting wanted was not money, but a promotion channel and social status.

Moreover, Xiang Wenting, who already has a husband and family, also harbored some reservations. Once a child is born, it becomes irrefutable evidence of a power‑for‑sex transaction; if the scandal ever breaks, her future would be ruined as well.

Later, Wei Shouqin pinned his hopes of having a child on Liu Qingmei.

At first, he promised Liu Qingmei five million for bearing a child, but she refused. Later he raised the offer to ten million for a child, yet she still refused.

Not long ago, when he took Liu Qingmei to Jingcheng to shoot luxury jewelry, he gritted his teeth and promised her one hundred million for bearing a child.

This time, it finally moved Liu Qingmei.

However, man proposes, heaven disposes; before the baby‑making plan could even get off the ground, Liu Qingmei was arrested, and Old Wei's dream of having a child fell through once again.

Liu Qingmei is now being held in temporary detention at the Provincial Committee Guesthouse, under the watch of procuratorial officers.

Wei Shouqin now guesses that Liu Qingmei has surely confessed.

But he still harbors a sliver of fantasy, believing that the "mental patient" black label can completely overturn Liu Qingmei's testimony, so there's nothing to worry about.

For now, as long as the Anti‑Corruption Bureau doesn't find any incriminating evidence, he can get past this hurdle.

When the judicial special vehicle pulled up in front of the villa, Wei Shouqin forced himself to stay calm and squeezed out a smile: "Director Lin, I know that whatever I say now is useless; you are determined to search my home. To be frank, I'm not at all nervous—do you know why? Because I walk upright and sit properly; the innocent are self‑clearing."

"Whether we're clean or not, we'll know after the search—get out of the car."

Lin Dongfan stepped out of the car, and Peng Tianhua, who had been lying in wait near the villa for Along time, trotted up to greet him: "Director Lin, you've finally arrived."

After Peng Tianhua had settled Liu Qingmei in, he rushed to this place without even having dinner, tasked with guarding the villa to prevent corrupt officials from "moving house" and transferring illicit goods.

He had been crouching there for several hours.

Lin Dongfan asked: "Nobody has come by, right?"

"No."

Peng Tianhua glanced at Wei Shouqin, who was being pushed out of the car by the procuratorial officers, and exclaimed in astonishment: "Damn, you're really oily—your belly is bigger than mine."

"Comrade, please watch your language!"

Even though both of his arms were held by the procuratorial officers, this did not prevent Wei Shouqin from putting on an appearance of integrity and righteousness.

Wei Shouqin solemnly rebuked Peng Tianhua: "Damn! Are those two words something a cadre can throw around? Besides, my belly is bigger than yours—how did you conclude that I'm "full of oil"?"

"Damn, I'm actually lost for words."

Peng Tianhua chuckled dismissively: "You damn lucky bastard, running into me, a civilized law‑enforcer. If you'd run into Yang Qing, today you probably wouldn't even keep a single hair, you stubborn ass……"

"Yang Qing? Who is Yang Qing?"

Wei Shouqin felt a bit dazed, racking his brain for memories, and confirmed he had never heard of this person.

But no one answered his question.

Lin Dongfan gave him a gentle push: "Come on, don't just stand there—take us to your big villa so we can clear your name."

"Whether you restore my innocence or not, I am already innocent."

Wei Shouqin pulled out his keys from his pocket and stepped forward to open the main door.

The lights inside came on.

Good heavens, it's splendid and magnificent!

No… it actually looks more like a scene from a Japanese adult film, with the sofa in disarray, scattered with various styles of sexy lingerie and some special items.

"I really couldn't tell, you damn good at playing." Peng Tianhua laughed.

Wei Shouqin, steeling himself, replied: "These… these things aren't mine; I previously lent the house to a friend for a few days, and they left them behind."

Upon hearing that, Jian Sining shot a contemptuous glance his way, disgust evident on her face.

She just couldn't be bothered to speak.

Jian Sining pulled out a pair of spotless white gloves, preparing to begin the search for contraband. Joining the search team were also the two procuratorial officers.

In the hall, the murals, TV cabinet, sofa, vase antiques, and so on—anywhere something could be hidden—were carefully inspected.

After searching to the end.

Jian Sining shook her head at Lin Dongfan, indicating she had found nothing. But she did not give up; she turned and pushed open the bedroom door to continue searching.

Lin Dongfan followed her into the bedroom and took a glance.

Turning back, he directly asked Wei Shouqin: "I heard you have a huge safe—where is it? Show us."

"In the study."

Wei Shouqin readily led Lin Dongfan and the others to the study.

The study's area is unimaginable for an ordinary person—estimated at over fifty square meters, larger than Wei Shouqin's office at his work unit.

But there aren't many things in the study.

The bookshelves hold only medical‑field books, yet not a single page has been turned. On the imposing redwood desk sits merely a set of exquisite purple‑clay tea ware, with nothing else.

Along the west wall there is also a row of redwood shelves displaying various antiques.

Seeing Lin Dongfan pick up a "green stone inkstone" to admire, Wei Shouqin hurried forward to introduce: "They're all fakes, worth hardly any money."

"Your hobby is still quite refined."

In the course of their chat, Lin Dongfan put the green stone inkstone back in its place, then glanced around the surroundings and soon spotted the safe's location.

This safe is indeed huge!

Its external dimensions are roughly the size of a drum washing machine.

Lin Dongfan pointed at the safe: "Open it."

Wei Shouqin pretended to feel all his pockets, then put on a helpless wry smile: "I forgot to bring the mechanical key."

"That's not a combination lock?" Peng Tianhua warned: "Don't play tricks; if you open it without realizing, I won't be polite—I did bring a metal cutter."

Hearing that, Wei Shouqin broke out in a black line.

Damn it!

"An anti-corruption officer carries a metal cutter? This is what you call anti‑corruption? This is just tearing down houses!"

"My safe, custom‑ordered from abroad, has seven layers of anti‑theft design inside and out, fire‑proof, water‑proof, blast‑proof—just try cutting it!"

"Password and mechanical key—both are required to open it; neither can be missing—I'm not lying to you."

"Where is the mechanical key?" Lin Dongfan asked.

Wei Shouqin immediately put on a regretful look: "Usually my nephew helps me keep the mechanical key; he's abroad now. How about you come back in a few days to check? I guarantee I won't touch this safe."