Chapter 59

"Honey, listen quickly, is it a son or a daughter?"

In the quiet of the night, Chu Lingxi pressed Lin Dongfan's head against her belly, and Lin Dongfan cooperated earnestly.

She's been pregnant until now, but it's still less than three months.

Lin Dongfan could faintly hear the fetal heartbeat, but he truly lacked the special ability to discern gender by sound; the only thing he could be sure of was that this great beauty really gets three years of stupidity from one pregnancy.

She had already reached a new height of stupidity when she went to take a bath tonight.

The thermal stockings were clearly draped over her own shoulder, yet she rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the room for a while, finally shooting a puzzled little glance: "Honey, did you wear my silk stockings?"

That silly, cute little demeanor left Lin Dongfan with an unforgettable impression.

Lin Dongfan lay on her belly, listening while giving a popular science explanation: "If you want to know whether it's a son or a daughter, you need to go to the hospital and have your little aunt help you get an ultrasound."

"Then you'll accompany me to the hospital tomorrow."

Just after saying that, Chu Lingxi belatedly negated herself: "It seems not possible; tomorrow seems to be the weekend, and Su Yuhong said she'd come watch my rehearsal, and I already agreed to it."

"Tomorrow isn't just seemingly the weekend; tomorrow really is the weekend."

Lin Dongfan pondered whether he should buy some walnuts to supplement the brain for Chu the fool; he didn't know if that stuff actually works.

Chu the fool's voice sounded again in his ear: "Honey, Su Yuhong said she's been following your stock trades and has already made over two million; is that true?"

"She's now a bona fide little rich lady." Lin Dongfan said.

Chu Lingxi squinted her eyes and smiled, her face full of admiration: "Honey, you're truly amazing; from now on, getting rich will rely on you, but..."

"But what? As long as your wish list doesn't include a nuclear bomb, just say whatever you want."

"I'm not wanting things."

"Then what do you want to say?"

"Su Yuhong says men become fickle after they get rich and want to seize financial control. Honey, tell me the truth: after you strike it rich, will you become a philandering big radish?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Lin Dongfan closed his eyes, lay flat, and put on an air of 'the innocent are self‑cleared.'

In his heart he had already greeted Su Yuhong from head to toe, "Your grandma's big white legs, bro brings you wealth, yet you're secretly stirring the sweet simpleton to seize my financial power."

"Honey, I believe you."

Just as Lin Dongfan was worrying about financial power, Chu Lingxi also lay flat, like a clingy little bird, nuzzling her head into his embrace.

Lin Dongfan secretly let out a breath, truly feeling the happiness of having escaped a calamity.

Having a wife who's all‑over silly isn't necessarily a bad thing; at least she will unconditionally trust and rely on you, and won't glare at you.

"Honey, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to get rid of Yin Qiuhong, that slutty woman with no underwear and no morals, who keeps trying to seduce me; fortunately I have strong willpower and haven't let her succeed."

"Hmph, who does she think she is? She actually dares to try to seduce my husband."

"Exactly, a over‑thirty fujoshi who's neither as young and pretty as you nor as pure and lively; what right does she have to seduce my husband? She simply forgot to look in the mirror."

"Honey, what does 'forgot to look in the mirror' mean?"

"It means she doesn't know what she looks like; her features are unlikable, and her three views are all over the ground. Compared to you, she's at best a defective product that God played with and ruined."

"Honey, am I really that perfect in your heart?"

"You are the pure moonlight in the heavens; without you, my world would be pitch black. Be confident—no woman in this world can compare to you."

"Haha, honey, I love you."

Chu Lingxi was so happy she forgot she had to go to rehearsal tomorrow; she nuzzled her head into Lin Dongfan's embrace, hugged him tighter, and felt no trace of sleepiness.

Lin Dongfan's coaxing of his wife was sincere, and his desire to eliminate Yin Qiuhong was also genuine.

That night.

Lin Dongfan reviewed his past‑life memories, going over everyone and everything related to Yin Qiuhong in his mind, clearing up all the details he usually missed.

The entry point for gathering corrupt evidence remained locked onto Yin Qiuhong's father.

The fame‑seeking calligrapher—Yin Tiesheng!

The next day.

Lin Dongfan summoned Jian Sining, Tang Xia, and Zhang Xiaoguang together to investigate Yin Tiesheng's assets, calligraphy transaction records, buyer identities, communication logs, and so on.

After a covert investigation lasting over a month and a half, they finally achieved a breakthrough.

January 19, morning.

Yin Tiesheng's personal calligraphy exhibition and auction was held at the Cultural Arts Center of Nanzhou City.

Nanzhou Calligraphy and Painting Institute President Wu Jinhua, tiepai calligraphy celebrity Wei Xing, Nanzhou Chamber of Commerce President Chen Yonggeng, and other socialites all attended to add a touch of cultural depth to Yin Tiesheng's calligraphy exhibition.

"With so many celebrities and masters showing up, is his calligraphy really that good?"

As soon as Jian Sining entered the Cultural Arts Center, she doubted the calligraphy works covering the walls, unable to understand them, saying she truly lacked artistic sense.

Lin Dongfan merely smiled and didn't say much.

One thing is certain: Yin Tiesheng's influence in Nanzhou's calligraphy world is indeed top‑rank, hailed as the grandmaster of Nanzhou calligraphy and the patriarch of the Zhangshu school!

"What is the Zhangshu school?"

Yin Tiesheng likes to write big characters with his palm, needing no brush. It's like a swordsman: anyone who needs a sword isn't a good swordsman. Achieving no sword in hand but a sword in the heart—that's a sword god.

Yin Tiesheng is immersed in such a state.

With a swipe of his palm, if he accidentally tears the xuan paper, it means the paper quality is poor, unable to withstand his mighty power; he then scolds the organizers bloody, and you can't talk back.

A truly sensible person wouldn't talk back either.

Cultural celebrities like Nanzhou Calligraphy and Painting Institute President Wu Jinhua, when invited to comment, can turn a pile of stinking dog feces into a radiant masterpiece for the ages, without finding it disgusting—that's professionalism.

There are industry celebrities attending to give praise, and besides, someone buys at a high price.

A generation calligraphy master and patriarch of the Zhangshu school, Yin Tiesheng, was thus lifted onto the altar. Old Yin can now be said to have achieved fame and fortune—he has money if he wants it, and reputation if he wants it.

However, those officials in Nanzhou's bureaucracy, unless specially invited, generally do not directly participate in such events.

Even if they were to pay a high price for calligraphy works, they would still, in private, have others do it.

So the Yin family father and daughter's corrupt methods are very covert; even though Lin Dongfan has the experience of two lifetimes, it's still hard to catch their evidence.

But today, Lin Dongfan has already prepared to launch a heavy strike.

Lin Dongfan instructed Jian Sining, Tang Xia, and Zhang Xiaoguang: "Wait until Yin Qiurong arrives before making the arrest; I want to catch this fame‑seeking old thing in front of Yin Qiurong."

"Why wait for her to come?" Tang Xia didn't quite understand: "When she comes, won't the resistance be greater?"

Jian Sining gave a white‑eye stare: "Last time we suffered such a big loss in Green Bamboo Village; today we have to make a scene bigger? We also have to make Yin Qiurong die of anger."

"I get it, the main point is to take revenge and settle grudges." Tang Xia suddenly realized.

Lin Dongfan looked down on Tang Xia and Zhang Xiaoguang: "I keep forgetting to ask you two, when we fought in Green Bamboo Village last time, where did you two go?"

"Wasn't it you who told us to go first?" Zhang Xiaoguang had a speechless expression.

Tang Xia chimed in: "Exactly, it was you who told us to go first, causing us to miss the blood battle; how do we settle this account? Tonight, shouldn't you treat us to make up for our losses?"

"Did I tell you to go first?"

Lin Dongfan rolled his eyes, feigning a clueless amnesia as if he had never wronged anyone.