Chapter 652: with translation of chapter title

In Aunt Lin Yuzhi's bedroom, a mixture of mothball and lavender sachet scents permeated the air. Mothballs were a relatively traditional scent, while the lavender sachet was somewhat trendy.

In Lin Dongfan's view, this was a woman whose heart was full of contradictions.

Today's main task was to coax her into probing the old man's intentions, to see whether the father and son would agree to let Chu Lingxi take the position of chairman at Zhengtong Capital.

To prevent her from flying off the handle and refusing, Lin Dongfan couldn't find a suitable opening for a while.

So he first unleashed a big comforting move: "You're not marrying Secretary Liang, nor having children, and the old man scolds you every day as a menopausal old woman. Aren't you upset? Anyway, hearing that makes me feel sorry for you. I'll bring back the son I have outside and give him to you, so you'll have a child on your knee—this is purely to shut the old man up, purely for your own good."

"Don't give me that."

Lin Yuzhi folded the last small shirt neatly, placed it slowly into the wardrobe, and never once gave Lin Dongfan a direct glance.

"Get lost."

She suddenly issued another command.

Lin Dongfan sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and put on a look of "a dead pig not fearing boiling water": "Aunt, tell me the truth—do you not like Weishang? If it's Weishang you don't like, it's fine; I have another illegitimate son outside. I can swap the child for you; we have plenty in stock."

"What?!!!"

Lin Yuzhi turned around sharply, her eyes widening in shock.

She looked at Lin Dongfan just as one would look at those professional breeding boars in the countryside, her face full of incredulity: "You look like a person, why would you treat yourself like a breeding boar? I really can't understand."

"How can you talk like that? You and I share the same blood, we're the same kind of being—I won't let you insult yourself like that." Lin Dongfan rolled his eyes indignantly.

Lin Yuzhi grabbed his ear at once: "Who says you're the same kind of being as me?"

"Ow ow ow! Go easy..."

Before she could finish, Lin Dongfan had already stood up following her gesture. This time it really hurt. Because she was pulling his ear upward, if he didn't stand up it felt like his ear was about to be torn off.

Lin Zhiyu was reluctant to hit the child.

But when it came to dealing with Lin Dongfan, she was absolutely unambiguous.

She let go and then lectured: "This is a lesson for Lingxi, you scumbag! From now on, restrain yourself outside; if you dare to sow your seed recklessly again, I'll ruin you!"

"I've already been very restrained, really—there are just too many women who want to sleep with me, I can't fend them all off." Lin Dongfan gently rubbed his reddened ear, putting on an innocent look.

As for the fact that many women outside wanted to sleep with him, Lin Yuzhi didn't question it.

After all, he is a member of the Lin family.

If there were no women outside who wanted to sleep with her, that would truly be seeing ghosts, unscientific.

Lin Yuzhi asked sternly: "Speak, how many children do you have outside? Boys or girls? What kind of people are their mothers?"

"Not many, just one for now."

Lin Dongfan held up one finger and answered truthfully: "It's a son, named Sun Mumlin, three months older than our family's Zhao Xia; he's currently in kindergarten, and his mother is Sun Zhiqing."

"Sun Zhiqing, that's Zou Feiyun's wife?"

Lin Yuzhi recalled—she was the lovely daughter-in-law of the Zou family. Last year the Zou family was eradicated, and Zou Feiyun, suspected of murder among other charges, has already been sentenced to death.

As for Sun Zhiqing, she committed bribery by exploiting her influence; because she reported and exposed the crime, she received a lighter punishment—three years in prison and a fine of thirty million.

Moreover, she was pregnant; at the time of sentencing she was already eight months pregnant.

To safeguard the basic rights of women and fetuses, the law enforcement authorities placed Sun Zhiqing under non-custodial execution; at that time she resided at No. 147, Qingfeng Garden, Wuzhou City.

Roughly calculating, she should have already completed her sentence and been released.

Lin Yuzhi pressed: "Before Sun Zhiqing divorced, were you already involved with her?"

"Not what you think."

Lin Dongfan explained: "Sun Zhiqing and Zou Feiyun never had feelings for each other; plus, her father was killed by Zou Feiyun. She already hated Zou Feiyun, so she deliberately cuckolded him—she initiated it. In that matter, I was the victim; she went against a man's will—yes, that's exactly it."

"You're the victim?" Lin Yuzhi laughed angrily: "You really have no shame."

Lin Dongfan replied with a solemn expression: "Really, I'm actually a decent person, but I keep running into immoral women, and they're the ones who make me not so decent..."

"Enough."

Given Lin Dongfan's shameless demeanor, Lin Yuzhi clearly had no interest in listening to his pretentiousness; believing even a punctuation mark from him would be an insult to her intelligence.

Lin Yuzhi analyzed: "Sun Zhiqing is no pushover. Her main purpose in carrying your child back then was probably not to anger Zou Feiyun, but to evade legal punishment and gain the opportunity for non-custodial execution."

Upon hearing that, Lin Dongfan frowned dubiously: "According to what you say, I was used?"

Lin Yuzhi gave him a white-eye stare, thinking: "You really don't know her motive for getting pregnant? I don't believe you for a second! This is clearly a case of 'repairing the plank road openly while sneaking through the warehouse secretly'!"

On the surface it was a passive loss of virtue, but in reality he wanted to help Sun Zhiqing.

Just a sentimental breeding boar!

Considering the bad impact of this matter, Lin Yuzhi also didn't want to expose Lin Dongfan's scheming intestines; she solemnly asked Lin Dongfan: "Does your little uncle know that Sun Mumlin is your son?"

"I don't know, I dare not say." Lin Dongfan shook his head.

Lin Yuzhi thought it over and then looked regretful: "That son probably won't come back. Sun Zhiqing is different from Yin Qiuhong—Yin Qiuhong is a fugitive who dares not return to the country, whereas Sun Zhiqing has already served her sentence and now enjoys her lawful rights domestically; she can come or not as she pleases. If this blows up, it will affect your prospects."

"You want to get the child back?" Lin Dongfan asked with a smile.

Lin Yuzhi retorted angrily: "Nonsense, that's a child of the Lin family; if we can get him back, that's the best possible outcome, certainly better than letting him drift outside."

Upon hearing that, Lin Dongfan secretly felt pleased—he hadn't expected the aunt to be just like the little uncle.

They both place great importance on the Lin family's descendants.

Lin Dongfan seized the moment to propose terms: "Wanting him back isn't completely without options, but you first have to do me a favor."

"Speak." Lin Yuzhi stated without hesitation: "As long as we can retrieve the child and have him take the Lin surname, I'll do anything."

Lin Dongfan immediately suggested: "It's not that hard; before we get the child back, we must first arrange a job for Lingxi so she has no time to wander in thought. I plan to let Lingxi take over my role managing Zhengtong Capital—I don't know if the old man will agree; can you help me work on his thinking?"

"……?!!!"

As soon as the idea of working on the old man's thinking came up, Lin Yuzhi first froze, then fell into silent gloom, wishing she could slap Lin Dongfan to death.

She realized she had inadvertently fallen into a trap.

Seeing her say nothing.

Lin Dongfan waved his hand in front of her eyelids: "Aunt, I didn't hurt you, did I? Please come to your senses, or at least nod."

Brother, uh—get lost!

Lin Yuzhi flicked Lin Dongfan's hand.

Exasperated, she complained: "I treated you as a comrade, but you actually schemed to use me as cannon fodder! Before I lose my temper, get lost quick—don't make me slap you."