Chapter 550: Fan Ye Picks Up Girls in the Interrogation Room

When Lin Dongfan pushed open the door of the interrogation room, Xiang Wen-ting, who was sitting inside awaiting interrogation, immediately lifted her gaze toward him.

She had been detained in the detention center for several days.

She had become much quieter, her eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and confusion that could not be concealed.

This reaction was roughly what Lin Dongfan had imagined.

Whether a bigwig in an administrative unit or a small fry in a public institution, once arrested, their formerly calm and composed elite demeanor often vanishes like smoke.

What truly tormented them was not the cold handcuffs on their wrists.

but the intense psychological gap!

Once thrown into prison, losing their established social status, their former sense of pride in life collapses, followed by a strong feeling of losing control over the future.

Each day, as soon as they close their eyes, their minds start to wander, calculating how many years they might be sentenced to and where their future lies.

Few can dispel this confusion and panic with a single sigh.

"Relax, have some water."

Lin Dongfan brought two bottles of mineral water inside, placing one on the table. After loosening the cap on the other, he handed it to Xiang Wen-ting.

For Xiang Wen-ting, whose hands were cuffed and who found it inconvenient to twist the cap,

this was undoubtedly a gentlemanly gesture.

Xiang Wen-ting's tension eased slightly; she smiled and replied, "Thank you." After taking a sip of water, seeing that no one else had entered, she felt a bit surprised.

In previous interrogations, there were usually two interrogators present.

She wondered aloud, "Is it just you today?"

"I'm not here to interrogate you today; I simply want to chat." Lin Dongfan mainly wanted to relax Xiang Wen-ting's nerves and dissolve her resistance.

On the operating table, "stealing" patients' organs led to death.

That is a capital offense.

In earlier interrogations, Xiang Wen-ting never mentioned this, indicating that in her subconscious she harbored resistance; her will to survive is strong, and she will not easily confess.

To let her completely relax her tense nerves.

Lin Dongfan decided to use a playful, unserious approach, first shedding each other's pretenses, drawing closer, and gaining trust.

He then lit a cigarette, as if meeting an old friend after Along separation.

He opened with small talk: "It's been a few days—have you missed me?"

"……???" Xiang Wen-ting was a bit dazed, incredulously asking Lin Dongfan, "Are you… trying to interrogate me, or trying to hit on me?"

"It seems you're more cold-hearted than I am."

Lin Dongfan took a strong drag on his cigarette.

He deadpanned: "Last time I arrested you in the hospital mortuary, you played dead and I examined the corpse. Your bodily reactions were honest then; I thought you'd remember it forever, but you turned around and forgot."

Hearing this, Xiang Wen-ting lowered her head in embarrassment.

Pretending to be a corpse is something that happens only once in a lifetime—how could one forget it?

Moreover, that day, this guy Lin Dongfan wasn't examining a corpse; he was blatantly desecrating it, touching every part of her body, even…

Thinking of that unspeakable experience, Xiang Wen-ting felt her face flush with heat.

Xiang Wen-ting lowered her head and snapped angrily, "You still have the nerve to bring that up… you…" As she spoke, a flicker of fantasy rose in her mind, and she couldn't help but glance at Lin Dongfan.

Seeing Lin Dongfan's solemn expression, as if he felt regret,

Xiang Wen-ting no longer felt embarrassed, and threw out a smug smile: "Do you like me?"

"A decent person wouldn't hang the words 'like' on their lips; it's tacky."

Lin Dongfan's forefinger lightly tapped the cigarette twice; you might think he was knocking off ash, but he was knocking off a world of mortal dust!

At this moment, he was no different from a sage who had comprehended the ruthless Dao.

He looked more weather-beaten than an actor who, next month, still can't afford mortgage or car payments, alone with a five-mao cigarette, sitting under a lonely lamp in wind and snow, drinking cheap baijiu.

He sucked the cigarette down to the filter.

Fan Ye's eyes held sorrow as he slowly exhaled a lifetime of lament: "All the scoundrels in the world come from my generation; don't ask who I belong to. We're all daughters of the jianghu—meeting means fate."

"Pff~~~"

Probably because she had never seen such a melancholy bureau-level leader, Xiang Wen-ting couldn't help but laugh, revealing her most genuine side—indeed, sis really is a charming person!

Lin Dongfan's sword brows furrowed slightly: "What's funny about that? The first time I met you was in the hospital mortuary—what place is that? It's where one comprehends life and death. Back then you lay on the autopsy table; I helped you examine the vital passage, and finally your soul trembled and you lived. Don't you feel we're fated?"

"We are fated."

Xiang Wen-ting finally managed to stop laughing, but the smile blooming on her face remained undiminished.

Her body and mind felt very relaxed.

She seemed to have forgotten that she was a criminal suspect.

She picked up the mineral water, took a sip, and then smiled appreciatively at the strikingly three-dimensional Lin Dongfan: "You wouldn't be thinking of doing… that with me here, would you? If you want it, I don't mind…"

"This is an interrogation room, not a hotel love nest—don't talk nonsense."

"I knew you wouldn't dare."

"It's not a matter of daring or not, but of realm. I certainly want to occupy your beautiful body, but I admire your soul and temperament even more."

"You're the first person to appreciate my temperament."

"Quite normal. For my specific realm, refer to Prince Duan. My interests are many, but I never engage in hit‑and‑quit behavior. Whenever they need me, I'm always ready to step forward."

"Then have you ever thought about letting me go?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Really, but you've put me in a tough spot—you broke the law."

As they spoke, Lin Dongfan's face filled with regret again, even the smoke rings he exhaled transformed into a melancholy pose.

Xiang Wenting also let out a sigh.

Thinking about it, that's right. Although Lin Dongfan this guy is the director of the Anti‑Corruption Bureau, he can't do as he pleases; there are still many people around watching his every move.

Xiang Wenting treated the mineral water as wine to drown her sorrows, then picked it up and took a sip.

Finally, she responded with a faint, broad‑minded smile: "Thank you for your appreciation and care for me; in this life we probably have no affinity. If there is a next life, in the next life come find me sooner, and I will be your woman."

"How can we have no affinity?"

Lin Dongfan reasoned with Xiang Wenting: "An accident on the operating table—that wasn't you intentionally trying to make it happen, so it's not illegal. Your main problem lies in the promotion aspect; to climb higher you sacrificed a bit of your charm. You'll serve a few years and get out; you're only 31 now, and I estimate you could be out before 35."

"Really? Do you really think that?"

Xiang Wenting was half‑believing, half‑doubting, her eyes fixed on every micro‑expression of Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan replied without hesitation: "Of course it's true; your matter isn't a big deal. The false arrest of Huang Xiuju was orchestrated by He Zhiqiang and others behind the scenes, and you had no part in it. Unless……

"Unless what?" Xiang Wenting probed.

Lin Dongfan's expression also grew much graver at that moment; he stared straight into Xiang Wenting's eyes: "Unless you're hiding something from me, then I truly want to help but can't help you."