Chapter 942: Ye Jiaying Avenges Past Shame

This time, Lin Dongfan's research and inspection trip to Jinxi County was tightly scheduled.

In the morning he visited the industrial park; in the afternoon he visited the agricultural base.

Besides several leaders from the city's relevant departments, the person accompanying Lin Dongfan to Jinxi County for inspection also included the recently released chairman of Mortal Group, Ye Jiaying.

Ye Jiaying came to Jinxi County at Lin Dongfan's invitation to inspect the investment environment.

They planned to lay out a cultural tourism project here.

After Mortal Group swallowed Zhao Group, its operations kept expanding; moving into the county-level economy was only a matter of time.

Dinner was at the county guesthouse, just a few simple home-cooked dishes.

Several county officials who were accompanying them tried to make a toast, but Secretary Xiao Chen blocked them: "Mayor Lin still has to rush back to the city early tomorrow, so he won't drink tonight."

The county officials, sensing the cue, dispersed after the meal.

Lin Dongfan and Ye Jiaying walked side by side to the guest rooms. The hallway lights were a bit dim and also very quiet. The carpet felt soft underfoot, making no sound at all.

"What do you think of Jinxi?" Lin Dongfan asked.

Ye Jiaying thought: "The ecology is fine, transportation is convenient, it just lacks a bold investor. The local officials have ideas, but lack execution."

"That's why I invited you here," Lin Dongfan said, stopping and smiling. "If you're interested, have your team come over later for a detailed assessment."

Ye Jiaying looked up at Lin Dongfan with a smile, her eyes rippling with emotion: "You dragged me from Wuzhou to this backwater just to make me work for you?"

Facing her moving gaze, Lin Dongfan instinctively turned his head aside.

Continuing forward, he said: "If Jinxi can develop, it will no longer be a drag on Wuzhou, which would also be good for Wuzhou."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

From the day Mortal Group was founded, Ye Jiaying realized a key point: as a front‑stage wealth controller, the most important thing is to be sensible.

Over all these years, she has never gone against Lin Dongfan's wishes.

The two walked slowly to the front desk; the on‑duty attendant saw Lin Dongfan, hurriedly rose and greeted: "Mayor Lin, you're back."

Lin Dongfan nodded.

The attendant hesitated a moment, then added: "Mayor Lin, this afternoon a woman surnamed Wan came looking for you, saying she's from the tax bureau. She said she had work‑related matters to report to you and is waiting in your room."

"Wan Xiaoqing?"

Lin Dongfan frowned slightly.

The attendant nodded: "Yes, it's Director Wan. When you weren't here, she insisted on waiting upstairs. After the county leaders approved, I gave her a room key."

"Got it, thanks."

Lin Dongfan turned his head to glance at Ye Jiaying; she was also looking at him, a faint smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

The two, understanding each other without words, walked toward the elevator.

After entering the elevator.

Lin Dongfan told Ye Jiaying: "Let's switch rooms."

"She really went all out, actually tracking us down here." Ye Jiaying smiled faintly and pressed the button for the third floor.

The elevator rose.

Ye Jiaying then teased enthusiastically: "A beautiful bureau chief who was just removed from office, traveling all the way to the county seat to wait in your room—you really don't want to go up and see her?"

"I'm not a junk collector; what's there to meet about?"

Lin Dongfan, surrounded by beautiful women, really has no interest in someone like Wan Xiaoqing—whether it's looks, figure, character or talent, any random beauty he could pull from his entourage would outshine her.

Ye Jiaying smiled and didn't say anything more.

In the blink of an eye.

The elevator soon came to a smooth stop on the third floor.

Lin Dongfan and Ye Jiaying exchanged room cards, heading to Ye Jiaying's 310 room. Ye Jiaying then went to Lin Dongfan's 308 room, swiped the card and pushed the door open.

The lights were on in the room; as soon as the door was pushed open, an eye‑sore sight appeared.

Only Wan Xiaoqing was seen wearing a black slip dress as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing two long, slender white legs, her long hair coiled behind her head, leaning against the headboard and scrolling on her phone.

It looked as if Wan Xiaoqing had cleaned up and was waiting here for Lin Dongfan.

The room was filled with a fragrant perfume scent.

"Cough cough!"

Seeing that the other party hadn't noticed someone entering, Ye Jiaying deliberately coughed twice.

"Mayor Lin, you're back…"

Wan Xiaoqing heard the sound, lifted her head, and the words died back in her throat; her bright, flower‑like smile instantly wilted.

The most embarrassing thing in life:

Nothing beats washing up, getting into bed to wait for a leader, only to have a woman walk in—and she's even prettier than me!

"How could it be you?!"

Wan Xiaoqing instinctively pulled the blanket up, wrapping herself tightly, only her face showing.

Ye Jiaying leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, smiling as she watched the angry‑faced Wan Xiaoqing like a spectator enjoying a clown: "Why couldn't it be me?"

"You're staying together with Mayor Lin? This is his room!" Wan Xiaoqing snapped.

Ye Jiaying teased with a smile: "Director Wan… oh wait, you've apparently been removed from office, so I should address you as Ms. Wan. May I ask, Ms. Wan, what capacity are you speaking to me in today? Did you bring handcuffs? I took the wrong door; a slip‑up could ruin your plans—do you want to cuff me?"

"You!!!!"

Being removed from office is like a scab stuck on Wan Xiaoqing's face.

When that scab is ripped off, it not only makes Wan Xiaoqing's face flush red, the feeling of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart is also intensely painful.

Wan Xiaoqing realized that today Ye Jiaying was clearly intent on avenging past shame.

In a fit of anger.

Wan Xiaoqing let loose a string of harsh words: "Surname Ye, since ancient times merchants don't fight officials! Don't you get that? I advise you to keep your tail tucked in and stop being despicable!"

Yo, still putting on airs of authority here?

Ye Jiaying laughed: "Speaking of being despicable, how could I compare to you? Your dad was already angered to death by you, yet you don't go home to observe mourning—instead you run here to crawl into the leader's bed. Who could be more despicable than you?"

Your dad just died!

Before her words even finished, Wan Xiaoqing angrily flung off the blankets.

She got out of bed, pointed at Ye Jiaying's nose, and warned: "Surname Ye, you better keep your mouth clean! Otherwise I'll tear your foul mouth apart!"

Now the whole city knows your dad was angered to death by you, yet you're the only one who doesn't know—you're truly a filial daughter.

As she spoke, Ye Jiaying's smile gradually turned cold, replaced by a look of disgust.

Just then.

The muscular Lao Ba suddenly appeared at the doorway: "General Manager Ye, do you need a bodyguard?"

As soon as she saw Lao Ba, Wan Xiaoqing instantly felt intimidated; just a second ago she had been pointing at Ye Jiaying's nose, but now she pulled her hand back, losing the nerve to argue.

Ye Jiaying coldly sneered: "Next time before you crawl into someone's bed, first figure out what kind of person you are, so you don't embarrass yourself."

Despicable person! We'll see!

Foul-mouthed!

Without waiting for Wan Xiaoqing to leave, Ye Jiaying swung a slap—*crack! *—instantly knocking Wan Xiaoqing's head to the side, her cheek burning hot.

The ever-proud Wan Xiaoqing—when had she ever suffered such a loss?

If this were usual times, Wan Xiaoqing would retaliate without hesitation—regardless of whether she could win, she'd tear into him first and worry later.

But today, she lacked the courage to strike back.

Lao Ba, standing behind Ye Jiaying, was like a terrifying guardian deity! This terror did not stem from his muscular physique, but from the fact that he represented Lin Dongfan.

Wan Xiaoqing touched her burning cheek.

She suppressed her anger, glanced at Lao Ba, then quickly shifted her furious gaze to Ye Jiaying: "Surname Ye, I'll remember this slap!"

"What good will remembering do? You clueless thing!" Ye Jiaying's eyes were clear and cold: "I might as well tell you, from the moment you slapped handcuffs on me, your career has reached its end!"

!!!

Wan Xiaoqing touched her burning cheek, holding back words she couldn't utter, while her angry eyes welled up with two pools of tears ready to spill.

Ye Jiaying walked to the bedside, grabbed the clothes on the chair, and threw them at Wan Xiaoqing: "Take your filthy body and get out!"

!!!

Wan Xiaoqing shuddered from being thrown, yet still dared not utter a word.

She lowered her head, tears streaming, and ran.

Her former arrogance and confidence, along with the dignity she thought set her above others, in this moment seemed to have been smashed into dust by Ye Jiaying.