Chapter 903: Sacrifice the Chariot to Save the General

After leaving the provincial government office, Jiang Yinghong's mood also sank to the bottom. That feeling of helpless frustration had never been so intense before.

Now even someone like Deng Chunning is avoiding Lin Dongfan's sharpness!

This made Jiang Yinghong sadly realize—she might have truly overestimated her abilities, and is now doing the foolish act of a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Could it really be that I have to accept fate?"

Jiang Yinghong sat in the car, the more she thought, the more emotional she felt.

Feeling that she shouldn't have neglected worldly affairs, if she had visited her cousin Shen Junlan more often in earlier years, she wouldn't now be helpless.

"Forget it, it's all fate."

The helpless Jiang Yinghong let out another sigh, started the car and rushed to Bi Shui Wan.

Huang Jinrong bought a villa in Bi Shui Wan.

Usually, Huang Jinrong does not live here.

Only when he receives a call from Jiang Yinghong does he come to Bi Shui Wan to meet her secretly. This clandestine sister‑brother romance has unknowingly become Jiang Yinghong's emotional refuge.

Evening.

Jiang Yinghong sat on the sofa, a cup of tea before her already cold. Huang Jinrong stood before her like a defeated rooster, head drooping.

"Jiang Sis, regarding Deputy Provincial Deng..."

"Don't count on it, he can't help."

"Then... what should I do?"

"If you should admit defeat, then admit defeat."

Jiang Yinghong's blunt answer directly crushed the last shred of fantasy in Huang Jinrong's heart, leaving him with a pent‑up breath he had nowhere to vent.

Jiang Yinghong looked up and asked: "How come, you don't want to admit defeat?"

"……!!!"

Huang Jinrong wore a black line on his head, thinking you really can talk while sitting without back pain.

"Huang Engineering Company is the empire my brother and I built after over a decade of struggle! Now your light‑hearted admission of defeat—do you know what that means?"

"It means losing everything, being thrown back to square one overnight!"

Huang Jinrong's teeth gritted with a creaking sound: "Jiang Sis, I'm not resigned! My brother is still locked up inside, and I've been beaten black and blue! After suffering all this humiliation, I don't want to admit defeat!"

"Not resigned?"

Jiang Yinghong put down the tea cup in her hand.

Jiang Yinghong gazed at Huang Jinrong with deep meaning: "What can you do if you're not resigned? Can you win this lawsuit? Don't forget you're a petty thug by birth—what do you have to fight against the capital‑circle crown prince?"

"……!!!"

Huang Jinrong was left speechless, choked.

In Jiang Yinghong's words there is actually a hidden subtext—you are a petty thug by birth, a person with a dark history! If you continue to fight Lin Dongfan, it's tantamount to forcing him to dig up your past! By then it won't be a question of admitting defeat or not, but of how many years you'll be sentenced to.

Now, in order to tend to Huang Jinrong's emotions, Jiang Yinghong refrained from laying these heart‑wrenching words on the table.

Seeing that Huang Jinrong seemed to understand.

Jiang Yinghong added another comforting remark: "For your sake, I've pulled every connection I could; just accept your fate. Fortunately, when you handled the Su family father‑daughter matter, you gave Lin Dongfan a satisfactory answer. If you now admit defeat, perhaps Lin Dongfan will leave you a way out. I estimate he also doesn't want enemies on all sides."

"Will he really let me off the hook?" Huang Jinrong thought anxiously.

Jiang Yinghong analyzed: "Lin Dongfan is a politician, not a rash martial‑arts hero. He should know officialdom isn't a stage for solo combat; unless absolutely necessary, he shouldn't wipe out his opponents."

"Then... okay..."

Following the principle of "keep the green hills, and there will be firewood to burn."

Huang Jinrong accepted Jiang Yinghong's advice.

The next morning.

Huang Jinrong wore sunglasses, head lowered as he entered the court's filing hall. His pig‑like face still swollen, making him feel extremely embarrassed.

"I want to withdraw the lawsuit."

Huang Jinrong handed the documents to the staff member.

The staff member took the documents, glanced at them, then looked up at Huang Jinrong: "Huang Engineering Company, the case suing Mortal Group?"

"Yes."

Huang Jinrong nodded.

The staff member flipped through the documents, glanced at him again: "Are you Huang Jinrong?"

"Yes."

Huang Jinrong nodded again.

The staff member checked the case details and told Huang Jinrong: "You can withdraw the suit. However, Mortal Group's counterclaim will not be halted just because you withdraw. Are you sure you want to withdraw?"

"Withdraw."

Huang Jinrong gritted his teeth in pain.

From the moment he decided to bow his head and admit defeat to Lin Dongfan, he had steeled himself mentally; regardless of whether he could bear the pain, he would grit his teeth and endure.

After withdrawing the suit.

Huang Jinrong immediately proceeded to do the second major thing—return to Huang Engineering Company and resign from the post of vice president!

This is a crucial step on the path of self‑rescue!

After resigning from the company, all of the company's affairs have nothing to do with Huang Jinrong—not even a cent. Whether Mortal Group's counterclaim is fought to the end or not, it has nothing to do with Huang Jinrong.

In other words, from this moment on, the company's liabilities will be borne by the legal person.

And that legal person is his older brother, Huang Jintang!

In Huang Jinrong's view, his older brother has already been arrested, and anyway there's no way to get him out. Since that's the case, it might as well push all responsibility onto his older brother.

Better one dies than both brothers die together.

After finishing these things, Huang Jinrong again took a fruit basket to the hospital to visit the migrant worker awaiting kidney transplant surgery—Su Yang.

The purpose of doing this is mainly to reshape his persona, stir up some positive energy for Lin Dongfan to see.

As expected.

His series of positive actions quickly spread.

But those who got the news weren't just Lin Dongfan alone; there was also the bigwig from the Municipal Public Security Bureau who didn't want to remain forever number two—Zheng Congwen.

Afternoon.

City Bureau's Political Commissar's office.

Zheng Congwen, who had just hung up the phone, slammed the handset down hard on the desk phone, furious, cursing on the spot: "Malle Gobi, Huang Jinrong, you son of a bitch, how dare you pull the rug out from under me!"

Section Chief Yuan of the Political Department stood awkwardly to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

Zheng Congwen then pulled out his personal mobile phone and called Huang Jinrong. He dialed three times in a row; at first it prompted no answer, then it indicated the other party had turned off the phone.

"Bastard!"

Zheng Congwen was about to explode with anger, and he threw his phone onto the desk.

Section Chief Yuan hurriedly went to make a cup of tea and eagerly brought it to Zheng Congwen: "Political Commissar, please have a cup of tea to calm down…"

"How are you still here?! Which of your eyes saw me getting angry?!" Zheng Congwen flicked his hand angrily, splashing the scalding tea onto Section Chief Yuan's hand, instantly reddening a large area.

As his hand loosened, the teacup also fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces.

Section Chief Yuan endured the pain and lowered his head.

He didn't dare to make a sound.

Zheng Congwen glared and roared: "Get out! Call Xu Jialiang in for me!"

"……!!!"

Section Chief Yuan was scolded like a grandson.

Only after leaving the office did he dare lift his right hand to assess the injury; his heart filled with unspeakable bitterness—Damn it! Misfortune comes from the sky! If he doesn't take a week off, this work injury probably won't heal!

Soon after, Xu Jialiang hurried over.

Since Gao Yicheng was suspended, Xu Jialiang took over the Zhao family case, and his days haven't been easy either. The Zhao family case involves the lives of Zhao Tianyu and Su Qingyu.

Regarding the suspects:

One is the former brigade commander Zhou Zheng, who has already been escorted by Yang Qing to Baiyue Province for isolated interrogation.

Another suspect is Huang Jintang, currently detained in the Wuzhou detention center; whether this case can be unraveled thread by thread remains to be seen.

This problem has continually given Xu Jialiang a headache.

"Political Commissar, are you looking for me?"

Xu Jialiang lightly knocked twice on the door, not daring to barge in rashly.

On the floor still lay a puddle of tea and shards of porcelain; Political Commissar Zheng's complexion also wasn't looking good. Relying on the keen observation and judgment of a criminal investigator, Xu Jialiang glanced around and knew things weren't peaceful today.