Chapter 947: Double Expulsion

On the fifth day after finishing the funeral arrangements, Wan Xiaoqing was at home sorting through her father's belongings.

She folded those old clothes one by one.

She put them into a cardboard box.

Her father's clothes were all worn out; many had faded from washing, and some collars were frayed.

Wan Xiaoqing touched those clothes.

With tears in her eyes, she muttered bitterly: "You old bastard, you never lifted a finger to help me even in death! Good thing I seized the opportunity to redeem myself through service—your death at least has some worth…"

She was happily thinking about being reinstated to her former post when her phone suddenly rang.

As soon as the call connected, a voice devoid of emotion asked: "Comrade Wan Xiaoqing, are you at home now?"

"I'm at home. Who is this?" Wan Xiaoqing asked.

The other party replied: "I am Sun Yongwen from the Discipline Inspection Commission. Please come to the commission tomorrow morning; we need your cooperation in an investigation."

Discipline Inspection Commission?

Cooperate with the investigation?

Investigate what?

Hasn't she already redeemed herself through service? I knelt for three whole days at the memorial hall, my voice hoarse from crying, and you're investigating me behind my back? No way……

Wan Xiaoqing collected herself and timidly asked: "Section Chief Sun, may I ask what issue you need my cooperation on?"

"You'll find out when you come. Please be there at 9 a. m. tomorrow."

Sun Yongwen said that and then hung up.

That icy tone left Wan Xiaoqing stunned; she sat dazed among her father's belongings, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe.

She thought for Along time.

Besides making her father angry to death, she really couldn't think of any other issue she had—and the Discipline Inspection Commission certainly wouldn't care about that.

Moreover, she had already cried for three days at the memorial hall.

She had already admitted the faults she should admit and regretted the faults she should regret—what more did Lin Dongfan want?

The next morning at nine o'clock.

Wan Xiaoqing arrived punctually and entered the office building of the Place Discipline Inspection and Supervisory Commission; Shi Liantang personally received her. A thick stack of materials lay on the table, as bulky as a book.

"Comrade Wan Xiaoqing, I asked you to come today to verify a few matters."

Shi Liantang opened the materials.

His voice was calm, as if reading an ordinary document: "Five years ago, while you worked at the Place Tax Bureau Inspection Section, you repeatedly accepted banquets from the Lanqiao Accounting Firm. Under the pretense of borrowing a car, you long enjoyed the use of a BMW 5 Series provided by the firm. You facilitated them and helped them conceal problems in their audits. Is this true or not?"

……!!!

Wan Xiaoqing's face instantly turned pale, and her head buzzed.

The petty grudges from five years ago, which the Discipline Inspection Commission had now dug up to settle old scores, left her opening her mouth to deny—but seeing the thick pile of documents on the table, she couldn't muster the courage to argue.

If there were no evidence, the Discipline Inspection Commission wouldn't have summoned her.

"Not admitting it?"

Shi Liantang laid several documents before Wan Xiaoqing.

He introduced them one by one: "This is the vehicle usage record, this is witness testimony, this is the document you signed back then. The evidence is solid—do you have anything to say?"

……!!!

An unprecedented sense of tension surged straight into Wan Xiaoqing's brain, making her feel as if she were sitting on pins and needles, with cold sweat breaking out along her spine.

Looking at the evidence, she suddenly found it ridiculous.

She had thought that crying a few days at the memorial hall would turn things around, and that Lin Dongfan letting her return to observe mourning was meant to give her a chance to repent and start anew.

She never imagined she would be made a fool of, played around by Lin Dongfan.

Wan Xiaoqing replied resentfully: "Go ahead, tell me how you want to deal with me."

"After discussion, the organization has decided to give you the punishment of expulsion from the Party and removal from public office." Shi Liantang stared into Wan Xiaoqing's eyes and asked: "Do you have anything to add?"

……!!!

Wan Xiaoqing sat in the chair, motionless as a statue.

She neither cried, nor made a scene, nor begged for mercy.

She knew full well that pleading would be useless.

The fact that they could dig up something from five years ago shows they never intended to leave her an escape route. If she were to confront the Discipline Inspection Commission head‑on, it wouldn't be as simple as a double expulsion—she might even end up behind bars.

"I have nothing to say; I accept the organization's decision."

Wan Xiaoqing rose dazed, her legs limp like noodles, almost unable to keep her balance.

She walked out of the Discipline Inspection Commission building.

The sunlight was so harsh she couldn't keep her eyes open.

She stood on the steps, watching the stream of people coming and going on the street below, suddenly unsure where to go. Looking back at the Discipline Inspection Commission building, she felt a twinge of unwillingness.

"It's just because I caught Ye Jiaying!"

"You actually dug up my old grudges from five years ago and are giving me the works!"

"You Lin, you're ruthless!"

Before, kneeling before her father's memorial, she had felt no heartache, but now the sensation of a broken heart was crystal clear.

The pain made her grit her teeth in silence; she could only swallow her bitterness.

Wan Xiaoqing dragged her weary self back to Chen Jusheng's residence. Chen Jusheng, undoubtedly a well‑traveled businessman, saw her listless, lifeless state and knew at once that nothing good had happened.

Chen Jusheng produced a bottle of red wine: "Want a drink?"

"No appetite." Wan Xiaoqing flopped onto the sofa, her whole body drained of energy, and she uttered in a lifeless tone: "The Discipline Inspection Commission just called me for a talk."

"What's the situation?"

Chen Junsheng put down his red wine and sat down opposite her.

Wan Xiaoqing gave a bitter smile: "The matter from five years ago—borrowing a BMW from the Blue Bridge Office—has been dug up again, and they're settling scores after autumn—expulsion from the Party and removal from public office."

Chen Junsheng fell silent, picked up the cigarette resting on the coffee table, and lit one.

Wan Xiaoqing looked at Chen Junsheng pleadingly: "Junsheng, you're close to Deputy Provincial Deng's ex‑wife; can you help me smooth things out? Only you can help me now."

"!!!"

Chen Junsheng took a sullen drag on his cigarette.

After a moment of thought he said: "The one moving against you now is the Jing Circle's Young Master, Lin Dongfan. Deputy Provincial Deng and Lin Dongfan aren't on the same side—asking him for help is pointless; don't make a fool of yourself."

"That's exactly why I'm seeking Deputy Provincial Deng—because Deputy Provincial Deng and Lin Dongfan aren't on the same side," Wan Xiaoqing said.

Chen Junsheng gave a bitter smile: "What kind of logic is that?"

"I borrowed the car from the Blue Bridge Accounting Office, but whether borrowing a car is serious or not depends on whether someone can speak up for me," Wan Xiaoqing said, face full of resentment.

Chen Junsheng looked helpless: "My lady, you've driven that BMW for five full years—those five years of usage have been entirely in your hands. Do you call that borrowing?"

"The car isn't registered in my name, so it's just a loan—who says you can't borrow a car for five years?" Wan Xiaoqing got up, sat beside Chen Junsheng, and clung to his arm: "Just help me this once."

"!!!"

Chen Junsheng smoked in silence, gloomy.

Wan Xiaoqing coquettishly shook her arm: "Please, just help me this once. You've always wanted a son, haven't you? Once I'm back at work, I'll start trying to conceive right away."

"I do want a son, but I can't just walk blindly into a fire pit," Chen Junsheng said. "Even a Vice Ministerial‑level like Wang Qigang has been demoted four grades—Deputy Provincial Deng can't even protect himself. Now you're asking me to go beg Deputy Provincial Deng to shield you? That's just asking for a scolding. Accept your fate—stop making trouble."

When coquetry failed, Wan Xiaoqing's face instantly darkened.

Her true nature showed.

She burst into a rage, shouting: "They can't pin anything on me, so they're blowing up that little thing from five years ago, clearly just trying to mess with me! Why should I submit?!"

"Just because Lin Dongfan shares the Lin surname with Lin Zhenhua's Lin."

Chen Junsheng remained calm: "Their red pedigree is laid out here—this time they didn't throw you in jail, which is already lenient; don't overestimate yourself."