Chapter 543: A heated spat — Fan Ye means business!

A fraud who deceives the world and steals fame — does he deserve to utter the word 'quality' to my face?

Lin Dongfan's words were like an invisible slap, fiercely striking Qiao Lianzhou's face across the air, his voice ringing loud enough that it seemed everyone in the room could hear it.

Reporters, for the most part, all have a natural-born gossip heart.

In that instant, everyone became unusually excited, the cameras moved in closer, giving Lin Dongfan and Qiao Lianzhou a close-up shot of their faces.

Afraid to miss any facial detail.

Big news!

This is the real big news!

The two bigwigs tearing each other apart in public makes the so-called 'self‑inspection and self‑correction' look downright explosive.

Qiao Lianzhou's scholar‑like face flushed a liver‑red hue in that instant, his blood pressure spiked, and his head felt buzzing.

He pointed at Lin Dongfan.

His trembling, angry voice shouted: "Lin Dongfan! You… you're spitting blood! Don't think a little background lets you speak without restraint and slander at will!"

"Slander?"

Lin Dongfan snorted in contempt.

He took another drag of his cigarette.

Then he slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

The smoke ring floated lazily, almost smudging Qiao Lianzhou's face: "You surnamed Qiao, you know exactly what's going on with the Huang Xiuju case — your mental ledger is clearer than a market auntie's calculator."

Saying that, Lin Dongfan took another step forward, closing in on Qiao Lianzhou.

His voice wasn't loud.

Yet it carried a bone‑chilling chill.

Making sure the surrounding cameras could catch it:

"Is the Huang Xiuju case unclear on the facts? Lacking evidence? Does it need three days of re‑investigation to get to the bottom?"

"When you approved the arrest back then, were your eyes growing out of your ass, or was your conscience eaten by a dog?"

"A mother who lost her son and only wants justice."

"They kicked her around like a ball, left her with nowhere to turn, so she went to the hospital gates holding a sign — not only was she beaten up, they slapped a charge of intentional injury on her."

"And you want to talk about quality with me?"

"Frankly, I see not a trace of quality in you — only a suffocating aura of a scoundrel."

The further he went, the more solemn Lin Dongfan's expression became.

Not a word of it was a joke!

Huang Xiuju burst into tears, not from sorrow but from excitement — every word Lin Dongfan spoke was exactly what she wanted to say but dared not.

She could feel that Lin Dongfan was speaking up for her.

The surrounding reporters swung their cameras toward Qiao Lianzhou, hoping to capture his reaction — but there was no suspense at all.

Qiao Lianzhou was so furious he clutched his chest, veins bulging on his neck!

That grimace of clenched‑teeth rage was no ordinary distortion — so angry he could barely speak, undoubtedly the darkest moment of his political career.

He had originally hoped to turn the tide and reshape his political image and fate.

The result…

All his plans were strangled in the cradle by Lin Dongfan.

Some reporters on the scene had already figured it out:

Lin Dongfan isn't mindlessly impulsive; he disregards his own image, each sentence a blade, each strike drawing blood — he's deliberately crushing Qiao Lianzhou's hopes, leaving him no chance to whitewash himself.

The female reporter from Yuezhou's official media saw Qiao Lianzhou's ashen face, kept her hand over her heart, unable to speak.

She couldn't help stepping forward to ask: "Prosecutor Qiao, would you like me to send you to the hospital?"

"……!!!"

Qiao Lianzhou didn't respond to the female official‑media reporter's concern, his eyes locked on Lin Dongfan across from him.

All his pretense and dignity turned to smoke in this moment; he could think of no way to salvage the rest of his life.

"Lin Dongfan…… you're a ruthless figure……"

As he turned and left, his eyes brimmed with resentment and hatred; he could not, unlike Xu Zhimo's poetic line, simply flick his sleeve and depart without leaving a trace.

At least he carried away an indescribable sense of despair.

"Tch, is that all your fighting power?"

Lin Dongfan watched the disheveled Qiao Lianzhou retreat, a faint smile curling his lips.

Wait until Qiao the dog walks far away.

Lin Dongfan turned back to comfort Huang Xiuju: "Sister Huang, the storm's passed — don't be afraid. From today on, I'm your brother. If anyone bullies you, just give my name — it'll do the trick!"

"Idol, so imposing!"

Peng Tianhua gave a thumbs‑up; he genuinely admires Fan Ye — this admiration isn't just because following Fan Ye gets him meat, but more importantly, Fan Ye treats ordinary people as human beings.

Huang Xiuju wiped away her excited tears, revealing a row of white teeth as she smiled: "Director Lin, you've been too good to me — I don't even know how to thank you……"

"Don't stand on ceremony — let's go, I'll first arrange a place for you to stay."

Lin Dongfan led Huang Xiuju into the car.

Straight to the Provincial Party Committee Reception Center.

The rooms at the Provincial Party Committee Reception Center are fairly clean and tidy, stocked with everyday necessities. Lin Dongfan specially asked the front‑desk attendant to help buy two new outfits for Huang Xiuju.

"Sister Huang, from today you'll stay here; meals are at the downstairs cafeteria. I've taken care of everything — just charge it to my account."

Lin Dongfan placed the two outfits the front desk delivered onto the bed.

He then added: "For the next few days, don't think about anything — just rest and restore your health. I'll assign someone to handle the compensation; you'll get every penny you're owed."

Hmm.

Flattered and startled, Huang Xiuju replied in a voice as low as a mosquito.

She patted the soft bedsheet, glanced at the bright window, and then looked at the two sets of new clothes Lin Dongfan had bought...

Tears then spilled uncontrollably.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, forced out a faint smile: 'Director Lin... I... I really don't know how to thank you...'

I've said it before, don't be polite with me.

Lin Dongfan handed her a pack of tissues.

He said jokingly: 'I don't like seeing people cry; quickly compose yourself. If you really want to thank me, help me brag. From now on, tell everyone the Anti-corruption Bureau Director is great, Director Lin is the most handsome.'

You're already handsome.

Huang Xiuju was made to laugh through tears, her nervousness greatly eased.

Peng Tianhua stood aside, grinning foolishly, thinking 'Old Fan is Old Fan, a role model for our generation! As long as the other party is a woman, no matter her age, he can make her beam with joy.'

At seven in the evening, the lights began to glow.

Considering Huang Xiuju's first stay at the Provincial Party Committee Guesthouse, worried she was timid and unable to adapt, he personally took her to the cafeteria for a meal to familiarize her with the environment.

Peng Tianhua accompanied them all the way.

Halfway through the meal, they suddenly heard the neighboring table discussing: 'Everyone living here is someone of status; that jumper must be of high rank.'

He wouldn't really jump, would he?

Who knows? The anti-corruption campaign upstairs is so intense, and our Director Lin is an iron-fisted faction; many people, just hearing his name, are terrified.