Chapter 753: Yang Qing

The market closed at 3 p. m.

Eternal Life Medicine remained locked at the limit‑up, with buy orders exceeding one hundred lots, terrifying indeed.

The following days were no different.

Everything was as Lin Dongfan had expected: each day opened at a one‑character limit‑up, trading volume shrank to the extreme, and hardly anyone sold.

When it hit the third limit‑up, the group chat friends Aimeijia and Lili, seeing it still a one‑character limit‑up, were reluctant to sell, fantasizing about a fourth, fifth, sixth limit‑up……

They believed the market's voice—Eternal Life Medicine would be this year's biggest monster stock!

What made Lin Dongfan feel relieved was.

The naive sweetie was still the same ungreedy person; following the principle of taking profits when good, she cleared her position at the third limit‑up.

And just after she cleared her position, Yu Youwei also began quietly selling off.

After Yu Youwei finished selling, Zhengtong Group immediately issued a clarification notice—the group had no current plans to acquire Eternal Life Medicine.

As soon as the news came out, within three minutes Eternal Life Medicine hit a heaven‑and‑earth board, directly smashed from limit‑up to limit‑down by massive sell orders, making it impossible to sell.

It could be said that cries of misery filled the air, the scene awash in blood.

"Usually, you big funds squeeze your brains to cut the leeks; today I, the young master, slash you once—this is what they call heavenly justice, who can heaven spare?"

Lin Dongfan sat before his computer, gave a cold smile, feeling not the slightest guilt.

A little carelessness earned him several hundred million.

There really was no reason to feel ashamed.

At 7:30 p. m.

Jingcheng CBD's top‑tier revolving restaurant.

Chu Lingxi specially changed into a newly bought Valentino haute couture dress, had her hair done, and her whole person glowed, like a proud white swan.

As she linked arms with Lin Dongfan and entered the restaurant, she drew many envious glances.

"Husband, today I'm treating you!" she proudly shook the bank card in her hand: "Order whatever you like, I've made money!"

"Oh? How much did you make?"

Lin Dongfan, consciously playing along, naturally flashed a hint of surprise.

"Over four hundred thousand!"

Just as she sat down, Chu Lingxi eagerly stretched out four fingers, pride shining in her eyes.

She smiled, revealing two charming dimples: "I bought Eternal Life Medicine in stocks, hit three consecutive limit‑ups. Today I just sold it, and it went from limit‑up straight to limit‑down. Luckily, a 'sister' in my friends' group got hold of insider info, saying there would only be three boards, so I didn't linger. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to escape today."

"Sister?"

Lin Dongfan secretly gloated; that so‑called 'sister' was merely his own alias account.

Even so, on the surface Grandpa wore an admiring look: "That impressive? My wife really is an investment genius—she made over four hundred thousand at the first try."

"Not really…"

Chu Lingxi spoke modestly, but her smile betrayed her: "Actually I was just lucky. Still, I find stock trading interesting—more fulfilling than shopping for bags."

"Will you keep trading then?" Lin Dongfan asked tentatively.

"Of course I will." Chu Lingxi wore a serious expression: "But I'll be more careful, study more. I can't rely on luck forever—I want to be a truly knowledgeable, independent woman investor."

Lin Dongfan looked at her earnest expression, his heart melting completely.

Although this girl is a bit silly, her purity and upward‑striving spirit are what he cherishes most.

"Good, I support you." He poured her a glass of champagne: "But remember, whether you gain or lose, don't let it affect your mood. Money isn't important; your happiness is."

"Got it!" Chu Lingxi raised her glass, beaming: "Come on, husband, let's drink—to celebrate Ms. Chu Lingxi officially embarking on financial freedom!"

"Cheers."

The two ate and talked while the restaurant's lyrical violin music lingered in their ears. Outside, Jingcheng's night scenery glittered with lights, the whole city brilliant under the night sky.

Chu Lingxi excitedly shared her stock‑trading insights: "I think trading stocks is like dating—you can't be too greedy, nor too anxious about gains and losses. When it's time to act, act; when it's time to cut losses, do so decisively……

Lin Dongfan listened with a smile, occasionally nodding in agreement, like the most enthusiastic audience member.

The phone's screen, which had been off, suddenly lit up.

It was a push notification.

Lin Dongfan tapped it open, and his face instantly darkened.

The text briefly read: "At 5:30 p. m. today, in Jianglan Province's Wuzhou City, a major fire broke out at Villa No. 9 of Qinghu Lanwan."

Qinghu Lanwan No. 9!

That was the wedding gift Lin Dongfan and Chu Lingxi jointly gave when Yang Qing married the volunteer teacher Xu Yue back then.

Seeing this, Lin Dongfan hastily opened the video.

In the footage, a standalone villa was engulfed in roaring flames, smoke shooting skyward; the fire trucks' water streams sprayed the blaze, but to little effect.

The surroundings were packed with onlookers and police, the scene in utter chaos.

"According to our station's reporter……" the female anchor's voice heavy: "When the fire broke out, Comrade Yang Qing's wife and two children were inside the house. Since the door had been locked from the outside, the three couldn't escape in time……"

The camera switched to the rescue scene.

A stretcher bore out a charred figure, covered with a white cloth.

Another.

And another.

Three bodies.

Lin Dongfan's pupils contracted; he felt as if even his breath might stop.

"Comrade Yang Qing, while on official business, returned to find his home ablaze; ignoring others' warnings, he rushed into the fire to rescue people." The anchor's voice grew sorrowful: "During the rescue, Comrade Yang Qing was unfortunately struck on the head by a falling chandelier, suffering severe injury and losing consciousness. He has been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment and is still not out of danger."

The footage showed Yang Qing being lifted onto an ambulance.

That familiar face was now a gray haze, his forehead a blur of blood and flesh, beneath the oxygen mask a faint breath.

Lin Dongfan sprang up, the chair screeching against the floor.

"Husband?" Chu Lingxi jumped in fright: "What's wrong?"

Lin Dongfan replied sorrowfully: "Something happened at Yang Qing's house; I have to rush to Wuzhou. I can't keep you company for dinner today; a bodyguard will take you home shortly."

"Something happened at Yang Qing's? What happened?" Chu Lingxi looked bewildered.

Lin Dongfan simply replied: "The villa we gave him is suspected of arson. Teacher Xu and the two children were burned to death on the spot, and Yang Qing was seriously injured and hospitalized."

Lin Dongfan said it was "suspected arson" because the news reported——when the fire broke out, the door had been locked from the outside.

That is, the door couldn't be opened from inside, blocking the escape route.

Upon hearing this, Chu Lingxi's eyes welled with tears and her voice grew much lower: "What kind of person would do this, so vicious? Teacher Xu and the two children hadn't offended anyone..."