Chapter 85

To avoid getting shot.

Lin Dongfan decisively put himself in the role of a scumbag.

He reached out and lifted Yin Qiuhong's chin.

Then he gave her a no‑responsibility confession: "My wife's pregnant, I can't do anything now, you should know your worth by now? Tonight it's not you wanting to sleep with me, but me wanting to sleep with you, my dead egg?"

"Yes, understand, your English is taught by a turtle? Granny very understand."

Yin Qiuhong's face finally broke into a hint of a satisfied, wanton smile.

Obviously:

"I want to sleep with you"—these four words precisely hit Yin Qiuhong's psychological need, letting her regain the pride of being a woman, making her feel her charm is no less than Chu Lingxi's.

Seeing the atmosphere already set, the passion had already blazed into a prairie‑fire momentum.

The space inside the car is limited.

Lin Dongfan patted his own thigh, and Yin Qiuhong immediately understood and swung her leg over to straddle him.

No more words.

Lin Dongfan also struck the pose of a domineering CEO's fierce kiss.

Just as Yin Qiuhong was eagerly responding to each move, Lin Dongfan casually felt the gun in her hand, the tide came fast and went just as fast.

Before Yin Qiuhong could react to what was happening.

The gun muzzle was already pressed against her lower jaw.

In an instant.

The fury and resentment in Yin Qiuhong's gaze intertwined into a death stare: "I treated you as a man, yet you play petty games with me! Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Conscience—do you have any? Let me check."

Lin Dongfan reached over and grabbed her, making Yin Qiuhong's delicate body tremble, and she instinctively let out an "uh" moan.

After she came to her senses.

Yin Qiuhong's eyes filled again with a mix of shame and hatred: "I won't kill you, and I even gave myself to you, yet you're still unsatisfied—what exactly do you want?"

"Don't put it so righteously." Lin Dongfan said: "You're playing this game with me just to pull me onto your ship, turn enemies into your political resources. I have to say, you're a very smart woman, skilled at using your advantages. Too bad, I'm a man you can never get."

"Think it through!" Yin Qiuhong warned coldly: "Whatever I, Yin Qiuhong, cannot obtain, I will surely destroy without hesitation!"

"How would you destroy me?"

Lin Dongfan exerted a little force, pressing the muzzle upward, and Yin Qiuhong had no choice but to tilt her head back.

Lin Dongfan chuckled again:

"Or are you going to drive like an idiot and crash into me? Or shoot me? You originally didn't deserve death—are you trying to earn yourself a death sentence?"

Death penalty!

This is obviously not what Yin Qiuhong wanted.

Otherwise she would have already fired the gun—why bother with a honey‑trap?

Sometimes she wonders: why would she sacrifice her body, personality, and dignity to please those men who deny you once they pull up their pants, struggling desperately to climb up?

Power? Wealth?

Before it was, now it isn't; now she just wants to be safe, hoping that when disaster looms, someone will protect her.

At the bottom line, it's just to live well.

She blinked, holding back two pools of pitiful tears as she confided to Lin Dongfan: "What I just said were just angry words—can we talk properly? Today you've already sealed off Imperial No. 1 and arrested my brother; you've vented your anger, what more do you want? Even if I once offended you, we're even now."

"Are you acting with me? Eyes full of tears."

Being ridden like this by her, distracting thoughts won't fade, and Lin Dongfan really finds it hard to hold back.

To prevent accidental discharge.

Lin Dongfan tapped the empty seat beside him with his gun: "Get down, my leg's gone numb from you sitting on it……"

"If we can't talk properly, then you might as well just shoot me dead." Yin Qiuhong not only didn't get off, she pressed even closer, shamelessly wrapping her arms around Lin Dongfan's neck: "Come on, today you either fuck me to death or shoot me dead……"

"Bang!!!"

The midnight gunshot broke Yin Qiuhong's provocation.

The bullet almost grazed Yin Qiuhong's cheek, leaving a thin red line of blood on her face, then pierced the car roof and flew into the vast night sky.

The whole world instantly fell into dead silence, so quiet not even a half‑sound could be heard.

The burning sensation on her cheek felt like a knife.

Yin Qiuhong didn't scream or cry; she even swallowed those two pools of pitiful tears back into her eye sockets, replacing them with endless anger.

Her eyes locked on Lin Dongfan, like the gaze of the god of death!

She coldly asked: "You dare to fire a gun but not to fire a cannon—are you even a man?"

These shattered worldviews.

Almost paralyzed Lin Dongfan's brain.

Lin Dongfan truly couldn't believe that after the bullet grazed her and left a bloodstain, her mind still dwelled on that trivial male‑female matter—what a demonic willpower.

It seems that besides her own body, she truly has no other bargaining chips.

Lin Dongfan poked her forehead with the gun muzzle:

"I've said it—I'm a man you can never have, so give up this hope. I'm born a public servant of the people and die a public servant of the people, not your ox or horse—get down."

"Public servant? I see you're just a eunuch!"

Yin Qiuhong flipped off, then crawled straight back into the driver's seat from the car.

Lin Dongfan removed the magazine, dug out the remaining bullets, then put the empty magazine back, returned the gun to Yi Qiuhong, and confiscated the bullets.

Yin Qiuhong chuckled lightly: "Are you afraid I'll lose it and go kill your whole family?"

"Not being able to have me and making you suffer this much—I'm afraid you'll lose it and drink a bullet to end yourself." Lin Dongfan took out a cigarette, lit it, urgently needing to settle his soul and repress the restless desire in his heart.

Yin Qiuhong confidently replied: "Don't get too excited early; you'll eventually fall into my hands."

"You're so awesome, why don't you get your brother out?" Lin Dongfan deliberately provoked Yin Qiuhong into taking a risky move.

Yin Qiuhong replied without hesitation: "I won't fall for your tricks again; today you mess with my brother, tomorrow I'll mess with your wife—same thing, so watch your back from now on."

"I'm afraid you won't get that chance."

"You just hired her a bodyguard? Xie Xiaofeng, a retired soldier. Heh, so what? There are so many accidents every day in society; you can't let your guard down."

"You really have no chance."

"How come I have no chance!"

Yin Qiuhong suddenly turned her head, glaring angrily at Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan smiled and took a puff of smoke:

"Tomorrow morning, the front-page headline of the Nanzhou Daily will read 'Corpse in the Fridge: Female University Student Brutally Killed!' By then, your brother will be infamous throughout the city. If I were you, I'd keep my tail between my legs."

Yin Qiuhong laughed angrily: "You really are something, even having greeted the media in advance."

"It's just routine, not worth mentioning."

Lin Dongfan pushed the door and got out of the car.

He then walked to the driver's window, grinning as he made a finger-gun headshot gesture at Yin Qiuhong: "A woman without underwear, guess how many more days you'll last?"

"Get lost!!!"

Yin Qiuhong picked up the mineral water bottle in the car and threw it; Lin Dongfan dodged, missing.

Lin Dongfan laughed heartily; he hadn't felt this good in Along time. What will happen tomorrow, the day after, or even the day after that—everything is in Lin Dongfan's plan.

Tomorrow, read the city newspaper.

The day after tomorrow, read the provincial newspaper.

On the third day, go to the detention center to see Xiao Shang Zong, who is unaware of the impending disaster.

Then comes Yin Qiuhong's doomsday; calculating on her fingers, she figures she can last another five to six or seven to eight days, at most ten days, no longer—it's almost New Year.

Lin Dongfan doesn't want to work overtime; for the New Year he wants to accompany his wife to the capital for the Spring Festival Gala.

Thinking of his wife being pregnant.

Even at home he can't touch her.

Lin Dongfan furrowed his brow again, pulled out his phone, and sent a message in the work group: "Tomorrow and the day after, you three big shots continue your vacation. Don't misunderstand—I'm not saying you're dragging me down."

"If you retract the second half now, I can still pretend I didn't see it!"

Zhang Xiaoguang replied with a voice message, then followed with Along string of furious emojis.

Tang Xia also fired off a voice message: "If it's vacation, just vacation—why add a tail? This purely disgusts us; when have we ever dragged you down? Speak clearly!"

Jian Sining replied with text, leading with a gloomy emoticon: "Senior brother, have we been dragging you down?"

Seeing the group's anger fully provoked, Lin Dongfan gave an evil smile, decisively blocked the group messages, pretended to see nothing, and replied no further.

He thought:

"I almost lost my virtue tonight—who can resist that deadly temptation? It kept me awake; you guys shouldn't sleep either, just hold it in."

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