Chapter 855: Even Injured, Still Want to Flirt?

When Zhao Linlin drove out of the villa area, her mind went blank.

Where to?

She didn't know.

In the rearview mirror, the lit villa grew farther away, finally disappearing around the corner. She stared at the rearview mirror for Along time, confirming no car was following, before she slightly relaxed.

But her hands were still shaking.

The hands gripping the steering wheel shook like sifting chaff.

The crazy sensation from smashing the ashtray just now still lingered in her palm! The dull thud hitting her head, the vibration transmitted through bone and flesh.

She had never hit anyone in her life, never expecting her first strike to be so vicious.

How is that masked man now?

Dead?

Unconscious?

Or did he get up and chase her from behind?

She didn't know.

Nor did she dare to go back and look.

Zhao Linlin, fleeing in panic, quickly drove onto the main road, streetlights flashing past the windows one by one.

This fleeting glimpse was exactly like her life.

On the surface it looked dazzling, but in reality it was like illusory bubbles! Wealth and honor come fast and go fast, nothing she could simply grasp and hold.

Now she was even in such a sorry state that her life was in danger.

Recalling the masked man's determination and ruthlessness when he demanded the surveillance backup, who exactly was that masked man? This question lingered in Zhao Linlin's mind, with no clue.

Those eyes of his seemed familiar, but she couldn't recall where.

That sense of familiarity made her even more fearful.

If they had met before!

That would mean the other party could be an acquaintance close to her, fully aware of her habits and range of activities, able to strike again at any time.

Thinking of this, Zhao Linlin grew so nervous her heart seemed to rise to her throat.

She held the steering wheel with one hand.

She pulled up her contacts.

She wanted to call, but didn't know who to call.

Call the police?

What good would calling the police do?

She didn't even know who the masked man was, and besides, the higher-ups were playing power games; who knew if making that call would be walking into a trap.

Call a friend?

She didn't really have any true friends in her life.

Usually she spent her days circling around those officials' wives, but those officials' wives never regarded her as a true friend.

Now the Zhao family had been purged, and everyone avoided her like the plague.

If there were no visible, risk-free benefit placed before those officials' wives, nobody would bother with Zhao Linlin at all.

Call……

Zhao Linlin stared at that name in her contacts—Lin Dongfan.

Recalling the series of contacts over this period, she had brought soup and given massages to Lin Dongfan, sparing no effort in promoting public welfare projects, adding bricks and tiles to his political achievements.

What had she been doing all this for?

Wasn't it just for this moment?

To have someone who could shelter her when she had nowhere else to turn. But when the moment actually arrived, she hesitated instead.

Would that man believe her?

Would he take her in?

If she went to find him now, would it be too rash?

After wavering back and forth for a while, Zhao Linlin, truly with no way out, finally gritted her teeth and pressed the green call button.

The phone rang twice and connected smoothly.

"Hello?"

Lin Dongfan's voice was somewhat hoarse, as if he'd been woken from sleep.

Upon hearing that voice, Zhao Linlin's tears welled up involuntarily: "Mayor Lin... someone wants to kill me..."

"Where are you?"

"I'm... I'm driving... just escaped from home..."

"Are you hurt?"

"Um... I don't dare go to the hospital now, I'm afraid they'll catch up. I want to come find you, is that convenient? If not, I..."

"Have you called the police?"

"No."

"Why not call the police?"

"I don't even know who wants to kill me now; the other party wears a black hood, I can't see their face, but their voice sounds somewhat familiar."

"Then come over; once you're inside the Municipal Party Committee compound, no one dares to touch you."

"Thank you, Mayor Lin."

"Give me your license plate number."

"Jiang A·."

Be careful on the road.

Hmm.

After hanging up, Zhao Linlin glanced at the rearview mirror again. Several cars followed behind, and she didn't know if the pursuers were hidden among them.

She wiped her tears, pressed the accelerator, and no longer cared about traffic rules.

First, stay alive.

After speeding for twenty-odd minutes, when Zhao Linlin drove to the gate of the Municipal Party Committee compound, the guard glanced at her license plate and immediately lifted the barrier to let her through.

This made Zhao Linlin very excited.

Normally, she couldn't just walk into the Municipal Party Committee compound.

Now that the guard let her through on his own initiative, it shows that Mayor Lin had already greeted him before her arrival, allowing smooth passage.

Municipal Party Committee compound Building 2.

The gate stood open; Lin Dongfan, in pajamas, cigarette in mouth, waited at the door, not knowing whether he smoked from loneliness or excitement.

The moment Zhao Linlin saw him, her heart eased considerably.

Mayor Lin.

Zhao Linlin ran forward with tears, but as she stepped onto the stairs, it felt like she had exhausted all her strength; her legs gave way and she almost knelt.

Lin Dongfan quickly steadied her with one hand: "Careful..."

Thank you, Mayor Lin.

Tonight's rhythm—she still hadn't grasped it properly; she had intended to use the moment to throw herself into Mayor Lin's arms, but his reaction was so quick that he steadied her first.

Zhao Linlin tucked away that little regret.

She wiped her tears, voice choking, and said, "Thank you for taking me in."

Come in.

Lin Dongfan led her into the living room.

He examined her injuries up and down and asked, "How bad is your injury? Should I have someone take you to the hospital?"

I don't want to go to the hospital; do you have a medical kit?

Seeing Lin Dongfan's brows furrow slightly, as if at a loss for words, Zhao Linlin hurried to explain: "I got hit in the back with a stick; the injuries to my hands and knees are from being struck or falling..."

Then have a seat first.

Lin Dongfan turned to the storage room and soon came out with a household first-aid kit.

The kit was opened.

It contained various emergency medicines.

"Mayor Lin..." Zhao Linlin sobbed, tears streaming: "The main unit of my home surveillance system has been destroyed; that masked person knows I have a backup and is forcing me to hand it over..."

As long as you're unharmed, that's good.

Lin Dongfan squatted before her, carefully treating her wound.

First he used tweezers to pull out the glass shards from the wound; although his movements were gentle and careful, Zhao Linlin still winced, pulling her hand back instinctively, her face paling.

He paused, looked up at her, and said, "You think my technique is no good?"

"No... I... I didn't mean that..." Zhao Linlin exclaimed, flustered and unable to defend herself.

Lin Dongfan lowered his head and continued cleaning her wound: "Bear with it."

Hmm.

Zhao Linlin gritted her teeth and endured; at that moment, her vision was filled only with Lin Dongfan.

Her heart was a tumult of feelings.

Being personally cared for by the Mayor makes life feel worthwhile! Chu Lingxi is truly blessed—her husband is not only handsome but also so attentive.

Thinking about it, Zhao Linlin couldn't help but feel a little envious of Chu Lingxi.

Compared to Chu Lingxi's happy marriage,

she herself is nothing short of a tragedy!

Zhao Linlin steeled herself and asked tentatively, "Mayor Lin, do you... dislike me? I'm always causing you trouble..."

Don't speak.

Once the glass shards were cleared from the wound, Lin Dongfan began disinfecting it.

As the alcohol swab touched the wound, Zhao Linlin finally couldn't hold back and let out a soft cry—like a sound of ecstasy—startling Lin Dongfan, who glanced up.

That stimulating?

I... I didn't mean to, I couldn't help it...

Zhao Linlin's cheeks flushed red; she lowered her head in embarrassment, not knowing how to explain, for it had been a pure instinct, with no pretense.