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Chapter 1 A Beauty's Rendezvous
in the Bamboo Grove A series of panting sounds drifted out, the man's breath rough and powerful, the woman delicate and sensual, interspersed
with sounds of colliding. Someone was having sex in the wild.
Ding Changlin, filled with suspicion, quickly approached the direction of the sounds, gently parting
a clump of weeds obscuring his view.
Immediately, Ding Changlin's eyes bulged. Sure enough, someone was having an affair here, and the man was none other than Liang Guofu, the executive vice mayor he had been searching for
all over the mountains .
He didn't recognize the woman; long golden hair completely obscured her face. It must be said, she was an absolute beauty,
with a stunning figure: full, snow-white breasts, a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, a sexy, alluring bottom, and
a pair of long, irresistible legs.
At this moment, this stunning beauty was leaning against a slender bamboo stalk, her body half-bent, her peach-shaped buttocks raised, while
Liang Guofu thrust into her from behind.
The woman had her back to Ding Changlin, her porcelain-like back glistening with sweat, especially a pea-
sized , which gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.
Ding Changlin had been notified by the city to attend a meeting with Liang Guofu, but instead stumbled upon this scene. He clutched his mouth tightly,
almost screaming in shock.
Ding Changlin's body burned intensely, and a certain part of him throbbed painfully, making him
restless from the inside out. With Liang Guofu's movements, the woman's breasts bounced back and forth like giant rabbits, tempting
Ding Changlin to pounce and bite them.
Even more daringly, a thought crossed his mind: to rush forward, pull
Liang Guofu off, and take his place.
However, Ding Changlin could only dream of it. This was
Liang Guofu, the executive vice mayor of Jing'an City, and recently rumored to be his successor as mayor; he was merely Liang Guofu's secretary.
Ding Changlin felt an increasing discomfort in a certain part of his body. He dared not peek any longer and was about to quietly leave when his
panting He hurriedly scrambled back into the grass, barely daring to breathe.
Then came the rustling of footsteps, growing fainter as they receded. Ding Changlin then slightly raised his head to look.
A figure in flowing white robes, beautiful as a fairy descending to earth, was hurrying along the edge of the bamboo forest.
Afraid of being seen by Liang Guofu, Ding Changlin carefully scrambled down the hillside until he tumbled to the bottom. Only then
did he dare to stand up and run like the wind towards the entrance of Jing'an Temple.
Reaching the temple, Ding Changlin, panting heavily, collapsed onto a tree, desperately trying to calm himself
.
His mind was still replaying the scene in the bamboo forest. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ding Changlin would never have
believed that Liang Guofu's visits to the temple weren't to seek guidance from Master Zhizhen, but rather to meet a beautiful woman.
When Liang Guofu didn't emerge after one wait, and still didn't appear after two, and the city government called again to urge him to attend a meeting,
Ding Changlin had no choice but to return to the bamboo grove to look for Liang Guofu.
The beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen. Ding Changlin burrowed deeper into the bamboo grove, calling softly, "Mayor,
Mayor, Mayor Liang," but no one answered. Ding Changlin looked around in
confusion. In a clearing the size of a bed, Liang Guofu lay naked, facing
the sky, his eyes fixed on the spot where the woman in white had disappeared. Startled
, Ding Changlin screamed and groped his way closer to Liang Guofu. He mustered his courage and checked
Liang Guofu 's nostrils—no breath.
Ding Changlin pulled out his phone to call the police, but then thought better of it. He quickly calmed himself
down, mustered his courage, and began to dress Liang Guofu. A white gift ribbon stuck to Liang Guofu's shirt;
Ding Changlin quickly ripped it off and hurriedly dressed Liang Guofu, piece by piece, before finally calling the police.
Ding Changlin was taken back to the municipal police station by officers, while an ambulance took Liang Guofu to the morgue.
With a bang, the interrogation room door opened, and a male police officer accompanied a female officer in.
The moment the female officer turned around, Ding Changlin froze. How could this back view be so
similar
Ding Changlin shook his head vehemently, urging it to be an illusion, an illusion, impossible.
Ding Changlin's mind was in turmoil. At that moment, the female officer's voice rang out: "You are Mayor Liang's
secretary , Ding Changlin."
Only then did Ding Changlin look up and examine the female officer. A beautiful yet spirited face, with a pair of clear, lightning-like
eyes , stared at Ding Changlin with a sharp and aggressive gaze.
This face was breathtakingly beautiful. Ding Changlin recognized it; just yesterday at the model worker commendation meeting, he had been
staring at this face, swallowing hard. She was Zhang Liangyu, the deputy director of the municipal public security bureau in charge of criminal investigation.
At yesterday's commendation ceremony, Zhang Liangyu, standing at 1.7 meters tall,
couldn't hide her impressive figure despite wearing a loose uniform. Perhaps due to excitement, her chest heaved like waves,
causing Ding Changlin, sitting in the front row, to constantly swallow hard. He casually sketched Zhang Liangyu on
the back .
In Ding Changlin's drawing, her large breasts were exaggerated into two large, round bouncy balls, seemingly responding to his wicked
thoughts. He became somewhat frivolous and restless, and the pen Liang Guofu had given him for
writing materials was used even more freely for sketching. Zhang Liangyu's ample breasts, long, beautiful legs, and the allure of her
dashing uniform became Ding Changlin's greatest pleasure at the meeting.
As Ding Changlin was engrossed in painting Zhang Liangyu, the leaders on the stage began to award prizes. The first one
was Zhang Liangyu. When the host announced her name, Ding Changlin was startled and looked up at her. This
woman, so beautiful it made one's mouth water, was actually the second wife of Fang Shenghai, the nearly fifty-year-old Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission. "Damn it,"
he thought, "all the good cabbages have been eaten by pigs."
At that moment, Fang Shenghai was following behind Liang Guofu, awarding prizes to the heroes and models. He was short and round,
like a powdered winter melon, yet he liked to have that kind of "local support for the central government" hairstyle. But that little
tuft of hair on his head was a typical sign that his local area wasn't wealthy either, but he was trying to put on a show. Every time Ding Changlin saw Fang Shenghai,
he wanted to laugh. He never expected that Fang Shenghai would marry such a beautiful and dashing policewoman.
A deep sense of regret welled up inside Ding Changlin, and he couldn't suppress it. He angrily wrote next to Zhang Liangyu's portrait,
"A fresh and tender cabbage has been eaten by that fat pig Fang." As he finished writing, Ding Changlin's gaze unconsciously
swept towards Zhang Liangyu again, only to see Fang Shenghai on the stage squinting at him with a half-smile. Startled, he quickly lowered his head.
With his head down, Ding Changlin put away Zhang Liangyu's portrait, pretending to take notes diligently, never daring to look up again.
After the meeting, Ding Changlin left with Zhang Liangyu's portrait, casually tossing the pen and speech draft into
the secretary's office.
Now, Ding Changlin collected his thoughts, staring at Zhang Liangyu in disbelief. If Zhang Liangyu
hadn't had short hair, he would have truly doubted that the woman in white was Zhang Liangyu.
Zhang Liangyu was also scrutinizing Ding Changlin for a full thirty seconds before coldly asking, "Have you looked enough?"
Ding Changlin nodded, then quickly shook his head, explaining, "Director Zhang, I,
I..." He stammered for a long time, unable to explain himself clearly.
"Lower your head! If you look around again, I'll gouge your eyes out!" a male police officer beside him roared, glaring fiercely at
Ding Changlin .
Zhang Liangyu gestured to stop the male police officer from speaking further, then asked, "When did you discover Mayor Liang
's body?"
"Let me start from the beginning. I went to pick Mayor Liang up for work, but he said he wanted to visit
Jing'an Temple on the mountain. He goes there often and has a good relationship with the monks there; they even play chess together. So I went
with ..." Ding Changlin said, recalling all the details of the morning.
"When we got to the temple, as we were entering, he turned around and told me he wanted to ask the abbot some questions. I
understood then that he didn't want me to go in, so I didn't go. The abbot of Jing'an Temple is very good at interpreting fortune sticks. I guessed that
Mayor Liang must have gone to draw lots again; he's been going there a lot lately..."
"You just waited outside like that?" Zhang Liangyu coldly interrupted Ding Changlin, asking.
Ding Changlin shook his head and said, "His work phone was with me at the time. There was a meeting in the city, and
the city leaders needed to meet first. Secretary Qi's secretary called me to ask when Mayor Liang would arrive so I could
go in and ask if Mayor Liang should leave. But I didn't see him at the temple. The temple wasn't big. I asked
the monks who were sweeping inside, and they said they saw Mayor Liang go to the back mountain. Later, I saw Mayor Liang die in the bamboo forest."
"And then?" Zhang Liangyu pressed.
"Then I made a phone call. Those monks can testify to these things. As for other
things, I really don't know," Ding Changlin said. As
soon as Ding Changlin finished speaking, Zhang Liangyu got up, walked around the interrogation station, and went directly to his side, saying, "Keep making things up!
Keep making things up!" After saying that, he kicked Ding Changlin, who was sitting in the interrogation position, sending him flying.
Chapter 2 A Bickering Couple
Ding Changlin, unable to contain himself after being kicked by Zhang Liangyu, yelled at her, "You bitch, I haven't broken any laws!
If you kick me again, I'll file a complaint against you!"
As soon as Ding Changlin finished speaking, Zhang Liangyu grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the interrogation table and threw them at his face,
coldly staring at him and saying, "Ding Changlin, these two items were left at the scene where Mayor Liang was strangled. How do you explain that?"
"You're saying Mayor Liang was murdered?" Ding Changlin, ignoring his pain and anger,
looked at asked.
"Ding Changlin, drop your pretense, stop acting! Look at these two things on the ground, do you recognize them?" Zhang Liangyu
said disdainfully, looking at Ding Changlin.
Only then did Ding Changlin pick up the paper and pen Zhang Liangyu had thrown at him. He looked at them and was immediately dumbfounded.
It was a drawing of Zhang Liangyu he had made. Those large, fleshy mounds now looked particularly comical, overwhelming his vision, making him
want to find a hole to crawl into and never dare to look at Zhang Liangyu again.
While surveying the scene, Zhang Liangyu discovered two items in the grass not far from the bamboo grove, along with
the white gift rope beside Liang Guofu's body.
The pen bore the name Ding Changlin. Zhang Liangyu knew Ding Changlin was Liang Guofu's secretary; she'd felt something was off when he kept staring at her at
the hero . She hadn't expected that this scoundrel had been drawing her,
and in such a lewd and obscene way. Especially when she saw the line, "A fresh and tender cabbage was eaten by that fat pig Fang
," Zhang Liangyu wanted nothing more than to skin Ding Changlin alive, if he were standing right in front of her.
Ding Changlin fell silent, his mind blank.
The interrogation reached a stalemate. Zhang Liangyu returned to the interrogation position, suppressed her emotions, and then
stared at the bowing Ding Changlin, saying, "Confess, why did you kill Mayor Liang?"
"I didn't kill Mayor Liang, I'm not the murderer, I'm not the murderer!" Ding Changlin panicked. That
woman, beautiful as a fairy, was the murderer—but how could he explain it? And he hadn't heard Liang Guofu cry for help at all.
Ding Changlin had always thought Liang Guofu had died from a heart attack after that one night of passion;
he never imagined that this woman, whose back view was so stunningly beautiful, would act so swiftly and decisively.
"That pen has your name on it, and that portrait was drawn by you yesterday. You're not the murderer, so
how did these two things end up at the crime scene?" Zhang Yuliang's voice was as cold as ice, sending a
chill spine. He remembered these two items clearly; he had left them in the secretary's office yesterday. This woman had been to Liang Guofu's
office
. The thought that Liang Guofu had been murdered, and that he himself had been targeted, sent a cold sweat down Ding Changlin's back.
"Director Zhang, send someone to check Mayor Liang's office right now. Someone must have been in his
office , and that person also rummaged through my desk. These two items... I... I put them
on my desk after the meeting yesterday." Ding Changlin grew increasingly frightened and pleaded with Zhang Yuliang for help.
Upon hearing that Ding Changlin had actually left such a portrait on his desk, Zhang Yuliang was so angry she wanted to kick
the bastard , but reason told her that Ding Changlin's motive was unclear, and it was highly likely that he was telling the truth,
and the murderer was someone else.
"Alright, you're coming with us. If your office has been tampered with, your suspicion will be cleared. If
the office is intact, you'll have to come back here and confess honestly!" Zhang Liangyu said, getting up and leaving the interrogation room.
Two officers then entered and dragged Ding Changlin out of the interrogation room.
The police car headed straight for the municipal government building. Upon arriving at the parking lot, as soon as the car stopped, Zhang Liangyu opened the door and walked
ahead. The two officers in the back seat tried to grab Ding Changlin. Ding Changlin tried to break free, but as soon as he got out
of the car, they tightened their grip on him even more.
"Let me go! I can walk myself!" Ding Changlin protested.
"You're a criminal suspect now, you'd better cooperate!" Zhang Liangyu turned and coldly uttered these words.
Ding Changlin tried to argue, but Zhang Liangyu had already strode towards the government building. The two officers didn't bother to argue.
Ding Changlin ignored him and simply grabbed him, following him inside.
As soon as they entered the government building, acquaintances and strangers alike cast strange glances at Ding Changlin. Ding Changlin knew
his struggles were futile; he had offended Zhang Liangyu. He was lucky if she didn't consider him the murderer. As for anything else,
he dared not hope for anything more. His future had been shattered the moment he learned of Liang Guofu's death.
Now, he only wished to prove he wasn't the killer.
The elevator reached the fifth floor, which felt just like the first floor. Ding Changlin was pointed at and suspected, bombarded by
unfriendly voices. He hung his head low, as if he were truly a murderer, only wishing they
would reach Liang Guofu's office quickly.
That long corridor was usually Ding Changlin's favorite route. Rumor had it that Liang Guofu was a strong
contender . The mayor and the party secretary didn't get along, and the province, for the sake of local unity and economic development, had been trying to transfer the mayor.
Therefore, it was rumored in the city that Liang Guofu, as the executive vice mayor, was the most likely successor. A while ago, he naturally became
a big shot in the government, showered with friendly glances and compliments, making him quite arrogant. Otherwise,
he would n't have dared to follow Liang Guofu to the Municipal Public Security Bureau and draw that picture of Zhang Liangyu.
Now, Liang Guofu was in trouble; he missed his shift and was taken to the underworld. But his departure
caused Ding Changlin immense suffering.
Ding Changlin's legs felt like lead, and he could only move with the support of two police officers.
All the friendly glances and compliments he usually received had vanished. Instead, Zhang Liangyu was constantly greeted along the way, while
everyone treated Ding Changlin like a stranger.
Ding Changlin didn't even know how he got to Liang Guofu's office. The two police officers who had been supporting him finally
released him, letting him fumble for his keys.
Ding Changlin was completely powerless and couldn't get his keys out after several attempts. Zhang Liangyu, watching Ding Changlin like this,
found him increasingly lewd. He couldn't even take out his keys properly. Without thinking, she directly reached into Ding Changlin's pants
pocket.
Summer pants are so thin, and the moment that slender white hand slipped inside, Ding Changlin felt as if he had been electrocuted. His manhood
instantly became erect, as if it were covered in semen. The more he tried to suppress it, the more erect it became
. Zhang Liangyu saw it clearly, and her face flushed red with shame. She looked at Ding Changlin with disdain and
said, "Disgusting!"
Ding Changlin's embarrassment at this moment was a thousand times stronger than when the portrait was in Zhang Liangyu's hands. That thing was truly unbelievable.
He was so ashamed that he wanted to bury his head in his crotch. Fortunately, Zhang Liangyu had already opened the door, left him behind, and went into
the secretary's office first.
Ding Changlin followed Zhang Liangyu inside, his gaze quickly sweeping over his
desk Everything on it was intact; nothing seemed out of place. Ding Changlin froze in
the secretary's office, his mind blank.
Zhang Liangyu looked at Ding Changlin and gave a heavy "humph." Then she opened Liang Guofu's office.
The office was also neat and tidy, showing no signs of tampering.
Zhang Liangyu gestured for two officers to accompany her into Liang Guofu's office. They carefully examined
the area, collecting fingerprints from every possible spot. Zhang Liangyu instructed one officer to take the fingerprints back to the station for
identification, while she and the other officer continued their investigation.
Soon, the officers returned with news: besides Liang Guofu and Ding Changlin's fingerprints, no one else's
fingerprints . However, Ding Changlin's fingerprint was found on the gift ribbon found at the scene.
Zhang Liangyu realized she had been tricked by Ding Changlin. After leaving Liang Guofu's office, she didn't even glance at
Ding Changlin , simply saying, "Take him back to the police station!"
Ding Changlin was terrified and hurriedly protested, "Director Zhang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have secretly drawn you. I
won't do it again. Please, don't take me away. I really didn't kill anyone. The killer is someone else." As
soon as Ding Changlin finished speaking, he realized he had let something slip and it was too late to take it back.
Chapter 3: The Tea Grows
Cold After the Person Leaves Zhang Liangyu, upon hearing Ding Changlin's words, signaled two officers to grab him and leave.
Next, Ding Changlin was taken back to the interrogation room. Apart from stating that he saw
the back , Ding Changlin couldn't recount any more details about Liang Guofu's death. He decided to keep the scene of their tryst
in the bamboo forest a secret.
No matter how much Zhang Liangyu questioned or tried to provoke him, Ding Changlin only repeated that he had seen a silhouette and
knew nothing else, including that the silhouette looked remarkably like Zhang Liangyu's. He dared not reveal a single detail. He only wanted to
investigate quietly after he was released to find out who the woman was.
The interrogation reached a stalemate. For several days, the interrogators changed several times, but no matter how much they threatened or bribed him,
Ding Changlin refused to speak.
This was the first time Zhang Liangyu had encountered such a situation, and she was completely helpless against Ding Changlin. In the past
few days , she had been searching for stronger evidence to prove that Ding Changlin was the murderer, but unfortunately, she had not found
any. The case made no progress, and when the Discipline Inspection Commission asked her for him, she had no choice but to release Ding Changlin.
When Zhang Liangyu let Ding Changlin out, he looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Your status as a suspect hasn't been
lifted yet. You can only move around in this city. Also, call me if you remember anything. This is my phone
number."
Ding Changlin took the slip of paper, looked at it, and asked, "Can I go now?"
"You can leave now. The people from the Discipline Inspection Commission are waiting for you outside. Go with them," Zhang Liangyu
said.
"Disciplinary Inspection Commission?" Ding Changlin's mind went blank.
"Yes, they said they want to ask you some questions. I don't know the specifics.
Go " Zhang Liangyu said.
Ding Changlin thought he could go home, but he had just left the police station and entered the Discipline Inspection Commission.
He knew exactly what the Discipline Inspection Commission did. Living in the municipal party committee compound, he often heard about who was being dealt with by the Discipline Inspection Commission
. He never expected to be in the Discipline Inspection Commission himself.
But unlike at the police station, after Ding Changlin was taken to the Discipline Inspection Commission, he seemed to be forgotten. He
was given food and sleep, but no one paid any attention to him or interrogated him.
Having worked in officialdom, Ding Changlin was somewhat familiar with the methods of the public security, procuratorate, courts, and discipline inspection commissions, so
he had been preparing, but several days passed without anyone paying him any attention.
Meanwhile, in a lavishly furnished room in the municipal building, a man sat imposingly behind a large desk,
with someone standing before him, slightly bowing as he reported on something.
"With Liang Guofu's death, the trail has gone cold."
"Yes, it's over, but the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection is very dissatisfied. I went to a meeting at the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection this morning and got a severe scolding
. They think it was our Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection that leaked the information, which is why someone else beat us to it and dealt with Liang Guofu.
Now, everything is over, and everything is back to square one."
After staying in the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection's office for a few days, Ding
Changlin was released without any interrogation or explanation.
Outside the office, he still couldn't believe it was real. The sun was shining brightly; he
hadn't seen sunlight for days. Looking up at the sky, he saw no life except for the occasional bird flying by.
"Hey, are you home? I'm coming home now." Ding Changlin called his wife first after leaving.
The news must have been spreading like wildfire in the city these past few days; his wife must be terrified.
"You, you're out! I'm with Mom. I'm coming home now, waiting for you!" His wife cried
tears of joy .
When he returned home, his wife, Qi Lili, was already waiting for him. As soon as Ding Changlin entered,
Qi Lili hugged him. Although he hadn't been abused or interrogated, he still felt a
sense of relief, like he'd escaped a disaster.
"What happened?" Qi Lili asked, releasing Ding Changlin.
"Well, it's hard to explain. I just got out of the Discipline Inspection Commission. I've been detained there for the past few days. Get
me some water," Ding Changlin said.
Qi Lili boiled water and made tea.
"Mayor Liang really hanged himself?" Qi Lili still seemed unconvinced and asked, because Mayor Liang had attended her and
Ding Changlin's wedding and even given a speech, which had made Ding Changlin and Qi Lili's
family feel incredibly honored.
"Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore. I get scared just thinking about it. It feels like it just happened.
I really should have gone in with him that day..." Ding Changlin replied to Qi Lili, too lazy to explain that he was actually being treated as
a suspect, and that Liang Guofu's death wasn't suicide but homicide.
"Just because you don't mention it doesn't mean others aren't. There are many rumors circulating, all sorts of versions. They say the province is going to reshuffle the leadership of
Jing'an City, and they're very dissatisfied with the current team. I was hoping your leader would
get promoted, and you could benefit from it too. Now I know Mayor Liang might be corrupt..." Qi Lili was interrupted by Ding Changlin
before she could finish .
"Who told you that? Nonsense! There's no such thing!" Ding Changlin asked, displeased.
"You're just too honest. Do you know what your leader did? But it's a good thing you don't know. If you did,
you probably wouldn't be back this time," Qi Lili said.
Ding Changlin was taken aback. "Your parents know I'm back, right? What about my parents? Did you tell them?"
"My parents know you're back. I didn't tell them anything. They live in the countryside;
it should have spread that fast. So, I'll keep it a secret as long as possible," Qi Lili said.
Ding Changlin nodded, just about to drink some water, when his phone rang. He saw it was the municipal government office's
landline .
"Ding Changlin, come to the office for a meeting this afternoon, 2 PM. Don't be late."
"Okay, I understand, thank you," Ding Changlin replied.
Hanging up, Ding Changlin felt a chill in his heart. Looking at Qi Lili, he said, "I've often heard people say that once
someone leaves , the tea cools. Mayor Liang is gone; the tea has not only cooled, it's frozen solid.
" "What are your plans? Who's contacting you?" Qi Lili asked.
"The municipal government office. This guy usually calls me 'Brother Ding,' 'Secretary Ding,' but now...
he didn't say a word of politeness, just gave me the order: 2 PM meeting, no lateness!" Ding Changlin
shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Qi Lili knew he was upset. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but ultimately didn't. She
knew that Ding Changlin had to overcome this hurdle himself; otherwise, no one could help him.
"Find me some clothes, I'm going to take a shower. I don't know what's going on this afternoon, but I don't think it'll be anything good,"
Ding Changlin muttered as he went into the bathroom.
Qi Lili waited outside for a long time, worried that Ding Changlin might do something rash. When she went in, she found him
asleep in the bathtub. He hadn't rested well at the Municipal Public Security Bureau or the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, so
he had fallen asleep immediately.
At 1:30 p.m., Ding Changlin got out of the car in front of the Municipal Government Building, head down, as if he had done something shameful
. He went into the building, intending to check his secretary's office. Since it was still early, he wanted to
sit while and see if he could find any clues to clear his name. However, when he arrived
at Liang Guofu's office, he found it sealed off.
At that moment, a woman's voice whispered behind him, "Changlin, come sit in the office for a while. You
can't go in here for now."
Ding Changlin turned around and saw Wen Siyu from the municipal government office. A master's graduate and Qi Lili's college
classmate , she was already a well-known writer in the municipal government despite her young age, having participated in
drafting many articles and speeches for leaders. Ding Changlin knew her well and often worked overtime together.
Wen Siyu had come up behind Ding Changlin silently, like a cat, because office
rules prohibited women from wearing high heels and men from wearing shoes with metal studs, to avoid
the . The leaders required a quiet environment, so Wen Siyu always wore flat shoes or sneakers to work.
Ding Changlin didn't say anything and followed Wen Siyu to the municipal government office. Usually, when he came here, people
would offer him cigarettes or tea, but now, seeing him, they would go back to their other tasks, seemingly
wanting no interaction with him. Only Wen Siyu dared to do this, even pouring him a glass of water, which
warmed Ding Changlin's heart.
Although he didn't know what kind of arrangements he would face, Ding Changlin told himself that he needed to
slowly adapt to the coldness between people.
Perhaps he had been too successful before, so now he was facing setbacks. That was life, wasn't it?
When he graduated from university, he was the student union president, passed the civil service exam and entered the Jing'an Municipal Government. Three years later, Liang Guofu took a liking to
him and promoted him to be his secretary. If everything had gone smoothly, his future would have been bright. Who
knew that the person who could give him that bright future would leave first?
Although he knew that his job might be adjusted, he didn't expect that the next adjustment would be
another blow to him. This was the so-called "when the wall falls, everyone pushes it; when the drum is broken, everyone beats it." Who told him to get into this mess?
Chapter 4 Banished to the Cold Palace
"Changlin's here. Come on, let's talk in my office." Ding Changlin was lost in thought when suddenly someone entered—
Teng Wensheng, the deputy director of the municipal government office.
He was his direct superior, not very old, in his forties. He often
chatted with the younger generation and got along well with them. That's why the task of talking to Ding Changlin fell to him.
"Sit down, tea or water?" Teng Wensheng asked.
Ding Changlin shook his head and said, "Director Teng, don't bother, I'm not thirsty. Just tell me what's on your mind, I'm
in a hurry."
Teng Wensheng smiled, still pouring him a cup of tea, and said, "You're being too polite, kid. When have you
ever ? What, it's only been a few days, and you're already acting like strangers?"
Ding Changlin shook his head and smiled wryly, "Sigh, it's not that I'm distant from everyone, it's that everyone's distant from me. Never mind, let's
not talk about it anymore."
Teng Wensheng chuckled, but the smile quickly faded. Ding Changlin understood that the so-called meeting
was just a notification. Liang Guofu was dead, and he certainly wouldn't stay in the municipal government
office . He had been Liang Guofu's secretary, and no one would want him as a secretary; he was too unlucky.
Besides, he was also a suspect. Who would dare hire him at this time?
"Changlin, think positively. This has nothing to do with you. Although the city hasn't made a final decision yet, it's certain
you're not involved. But, given how serious this is, and the fact that you were his secretary, it's best to lay low for a while.
I'm just following instructions from my superiors to reassign you to a different position. You can go if you want, or
rest for a while if you don't. I'll talk to your new workplace and ask them to make an exception. It should be fine,"
Teng Wensheng said.
Upon hearing this, Ding Changlin asked, "Transfer me? Where to?"
Teng Wensheng paused, and seeing his reluctance, Ding Changlin continued, "
Director Teng it's already decided, there's nothing more to say, right? I'll obey the organization's arrangements."
He'd only ever seen the phrase "obey the organization's arrangements" in movies and TV dramas before; he never expected
to use it himself. Although it sounded official, it was undoubtedly a helpless, albeit somewhat unconventional, explanation.
"Go to the Cultural Relics Bureau. They're temporarily short-staffed, and it's a quieter place, less likely to attract attention. You're
capable; go and hide for a while, then try to advance later. That's all we can do for now. You know
Mayor Liang's matter has had a very negative impact on society, and you—" Teng Wensheng didn't finish his sentence, but
Ding Changlin understood. He was still labeled a suspect, and until that label was removed, he wouldn't have
a good life.
"So, you should hide and avoid the limelight." Teng Wensheng paused for a moment before adding.
Ding Changlin nodded and said, "Director Teng, why don't you just say some people don't want me to appear in public
?"
The Cultural Relics Bureau—what kind of organization is that? How many people would go there and ruin their lives?
He's not a history graduate studying antiques and artifacts; what could
he possibly do there? "Changlin, think about my difficulties..."
"I know, okay, I'll go. Director Teng, what can a Chinese literature major like me do at the Cultural Relics Bureau? Oh
well, I'll go then." Ding Changlin knew this wasn't something Teng Wensheng could decide, and there was
no ; it would only cost him his last remaining connection.
"That's right, Changlin. Don't worry, wherever you go, you'll be
a talent , so..." Teng Wensheng wanted to say a few more comforting words, but Ding Changlin waved him
off.
"Director Teng, we're all adults; let's not deceive ourselves." Ding Changlin said with a wry smile.
Teng Wensheng was taken aback, then stood up and said, "Changlin, I'm very worried about you leaving like this. Yes, it's
self-deception , but think about it, aren't we all deceiving ourselves every day? In this society, it's all about self-deception
and deceiving others. We're like this, and so are those above us."
Ding Changlin thought it made a lot of sense. Those below deceive those above, and those above deceive even higher levels. Not only that,
those above also deceive those below. Deceiving those above is for promotion and wealth, deceiving those below is to get them
to work . Self-deception is out of helplessness, deceiving others is immoral.
Ding Changlin walked out of Teng Wensheng's office, wanting to go to the main office to say goodbye to everyone, but
when he reached the door, he heard people talking inside.
"Old Ding is done for this time, and I heard he's the prime suspect in Mayor Liang's murder. If
the killer isn't found, his life is over. Not only is his career hopeless, but he'll also spend the rest of his life in jail."
"Yeah, sigh, who would have thought this would happen? Who would still want Lao Ding?
Even if he's transferred to another department, he'll be carrying bad luck and will be disliked. To be honest, it wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him just now, I was afraid
I'd catch his bad luck. Sigh, bad luck is such a strange thing..."
"Are you guys ever going to stop? You're having fun watching him make a fool of himself, aren't you?" Wen Siyu spoke up.
"Wen Siyu, you're protecting him so much, do you have feelings for him? I advise you
to give up on that idea. He's married, and even if he were single now, he wouldn't be good enough for our Siyu. Oh, by the way,
Siyu, a few of us are still single, why don't you consider him?"
"Get lost..." Wen Siyu snapped.
Ding Changlin had no intention of listening anymore and turned to leave.
As soon as Ding Changlin left, Teng Wensheng called the Cultural Relics Bureau. The Cultural Relics Bureau wasn't located in the municipal government building;
those departments in the municipal government building were all very important and key departments, close to the leaders, making it convenient for them to use you. For
a unit like the Cultural Relics Bureau, when would the city leaders remember you?
So, a department like that is practically forgotten. If you have a department like that, no one will use you for eight or ten years.
If the leaders don't need you, you'll have no chance to climb the ranks. It's a simple principle, even a child understands it
. That's why Ding Changlin felt so desperate.
After leaving, ignoring the stares of others, Ding Changlin
randomly and sat down. People coming and going from the building would glance at him from time to time.
He just wanted to rest, but unexpectedly, his arrival stirred up
a storm .
The bureau chief, Cui Jinshan, received a call from Teng Wensheng, explained Ding Changlin's situation, and asked him to take care of
him. Director Cui readily agreed, but after hanging up, he started cursing.
"Damn it, they're treating the Cultural Relics Bureau like a garbage dump, dumping all sorts of people here!"
It's no wonder he cursed. While the Cultural Relics Bureau might seem small, that's because few actually come to work. There are plenty of people who don't come
but still collect their salaries—mostly temporary workers sent by the leaders. Now they've sent in a
secretary who's supposed to have killed her boss. What, is she trying to kill me?
Chapter 5: The Female Director Revisited.
"What? Go to the Cultural Relics Bureau? What kind of unit is that?" For Qi Lili, the Cultural Relics Bureau was a completely new
concept.
"There's no other way. Unless I quit this line of work, I can only go to the Cultural Relics Bureau for a while.
Teng Wensheng 's idea is for me to go there first, lay low, and then find another opportunity later," Ding Changlin said.
"He...you believe that? Fool! He's just placating you. Can't you tell?"
Qi Lili asked.
Ding Changlin was furious. Instead of comforting him, Qi Lili was yelling at him, which only fueled his anger,
and finally exploded.
"What can I do? What can I do? Who can I reason with? He just died right in
front of . How can I reason with him?" Ding Changlin roared, his voice echoing throughout the entire building.
"You, why are you yelling? I'm just worried about you," Qi Lili said, lowering
her voice as she saw Ding Changlin's anger.
Ding Changlin ignored her, picked up his cigarette case from the coffee table, and went out. The security door slammed shut
as if a strong wind had blown it open.
He went out, but didn't know where to go. A cigarette dangling from his lips, he walked down the street, smoking one after another,
until he reached a park on a street corner. He found a bench, sat down, and didn't return home until midnight.
He opened the door, but no one was home. Qi Lili was nowhere to be seen. A note was left on the refrigerator by the door, saying
she had gone to her parents' house. Ding Changlin didn't care about that. He crumpled the note into a ball and threw it in the trash. He made himself a
bowl of instant noodles, ate a little, and then collapsed onto the sofa, sleeping until dawn, when his phone rang.
"Hello, who is this?" Ding Changlin asked in a hoarse voice.
"This is Zhang Liangyu. Where are you now? Come to the station."
"I don't have time. I've said everything I need to say. I really don't know anything else. If you're so sure you think I killed
Mayor , just handcuff me." Ding Changlin hung up after saying that.
But the phone kept ringing. The caller was the deputy director of the municipal bureau. When she released him
, she had said that he was still a suspect and needed to cooperate with her at any time.
Ding Changlin didn't dare to give Zhang Liangyu any real attitude now. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
That saying was really true: the higher your position, the more daring you are. Now that he
's lost his position, even his courage has shrunk.
Liang Guofu's death was a big deal, at least in these days, and it was still the talk of the town in Jing'an City.
Unlike ordinary people, this was a case, right in front of her, and Zhang Liangyu had no choice but to deal with it.
So, although Ding Changlin didn't answer the phone, she kept making calls while driving, and Ding Changlin just
would n't answer.
Hearing the phone ringing incessantly, Ding Changlin wasn't in a hurry at all. Call if you want, anyway, nobody's
looking for me now. I can't be a secretary anymore, and I'm getting fewer calls. Ding Changlin finished washing up and prepared to change his clothes to
report to the Cultural Relics Bureau. Although it was a terrible unit, it was still a unit. In China, you can't get by without a unit;
they won't even let you get a credit card.
Just as Ding Changlin took off his shirt and pants, someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was his wife, Qi Lili, returning home, he went
to open it in his underwear. Unexpectedly, standing there was Zhang Liangyu, smartly dressed in her police uniform.
Both of them froze. Zhang Liangyu hadn't expected Ding Changlin to be dressed like this in broad daylight. She was caught in a dilemma,
unsure whether to go in or out. Her eyes unconsciously drifted to the most inappropriate place—a
bulging . Although Zhang Liangyu was experienced, she knew the size of that area. Her face flushed crimson,
and the sight of her chest, due to her turbulent emotions, swayed like waves, pressing against Ding Changlin. Remembering his previous
experience , Ding Changlin couldn't bear to look, and terrified, he ran back into the inner room as if he'd seen a ghost.
When Ding Changlin, dressed neatly, came out of the inner room, Zhang Liangyu was already standing in the living room. Ding Changlin didn't dare
to look Zhang Liangyu in the eye, hanging his head like a prisoner, and stammered, "Director Zhang, how did you find
your way here? Please, sit down."
"Ding Changlin, this is obstructing official business," Zhang Liangyu
said, frowning as he looked around the room.
Ding Changlin quickly cleared a space on the sofa for Zhang Liangyu to sit on, while he himself moved
a small stool and sat opposite the coffee table.
"Director Zhang, would you like some tea?"
"Sit down, I'm not thirsty. Explain why you didn't answer my calls."
"My phone was broken," Ding Changlin said.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Liangyu immediately took out her phone to call Ding Changlin. Seeing this, Ding Changlin
hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, don't call. I didn't want to answer. Director Zhang, let me put it this way, if you really had evidence
that I was the murderer, you would have arrested me long ago, right? As for the rest, I really don't know more than you do. Please, let
me go. I promise I'll never draw you again."
Zhang Liangyu hadn't expected this bitch to bring up that sore spot again. She dared
not let anyone else know about that portrait; it could be said that only she, the murderer, and Ding Changlin knew about it.
As for the pen and the gift rope, Zhang Liangyu explained on Ding Changlin's behalf that the murderer had intentionally framed him. Moreover, a pen and a gift rope
alone couldn't prove Ding Changlin was the murderer, although there were indeed
Ding Changlin's fingerprints on the gift rope. The more evidence pointed to Ding Changlin, the more Zhang Liangyu suspected someone had set a trap.
It was only because Zhang Liangyu spoke up for Ding Changlin that he wasn't allowed to take any more
of the portrait, but this wretched man not only didn't appreciate her kindness but also brought it up again.
Zhang Liangyu stared sternly at Ding Changlin for a full minute, making Ding Changlin feel uneasy, and he had no choice but to
lower his head again.
"You know Chen He, right?" Zhang Liangyu finally asked.
"What a question. He's Mayor Liang's driver, how could I not know him? But after the accident, I haven't
seen him or contacted him. What happened?
" Ding Changlin asked. "He fell to his death from his apartment building last night," Zhang Liangyu said.
Upon hearing this, Ding Changlin was stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to swallow an egg. Chen He had been
Liang Guofu's , and Chen He was Liang Guofu's driver after he was promoted to vice mayor.
It was common practice for leaders to bring drivers with them during promotions and transfers; it was an open secret in officialdom.
Therefore , in terms of closeness to Liang Guofu, Ding Changlin was far inferior to Chen He.
"Where were you last night?" Zhang Liangyu asked.
"I... I was sleeping at home," Ding Changlin explained.
Then, realizing the implication of Zhang Liangyu's question, he continued, "Director Zhang, you
don't think I killed him, do you?"
"Did I say he committed suicide? Did he kill me? What's the rush to explain? Tell me, where did you go last night?" Zhang Liangyu
continued, seemingly dissatisfied with Ding Changlin's explanation. Moreover, she had experienced Ding Changlin's
tenacity; in the face of so many interrogation methods, Ding Changlin was the only one who had remained silent for days!
It was precisely because of Ding Changlin's unwavering resolve that Zhang Liangyu preferred
to believe Ding Changlin had actually killed someone.
However, no sooner had Ding Changlin been released than Chen He fell to his death. Was this just a coincidence, or was Ding Changlin the next
target ? Zhang Liangyu had to consider these questions.
Ding Changlin also realized the seriousness of the situation and
recounted He knew that after he finished explaining, Zhang Liangyu would go back and
review the surveillance footage for verification.
His current concern wasn't that; his concern was that after his trip to the Discipline Inspection Commission, no one
had spoken to him or asked him anything—this was illogical. But now that Chen He was dead, would
someone else also target him?
"Director Zhang, did Chen He commit suicide?" Ding Changlin asked. He noticed that Zhang Liangyu had used the phrase "fell to his
death," which could mean he jumped or was pushed.
"This is a matter concerning the case, and I can't tell you yet. What I want to tell you is that if there's anything you haven't told me, you
'd better tell me quickly, otherwise it might cause you trouble," Zhang Liangyu said.
"What kind
of trouble?" Ding Changlin asked. "Trouble like Chen He's. You'd better think carefully. I can only tell you that Chen He's death isn't that
simple," Zhang Liangyu said. Ding Changlin was startled by these words, but he really didn't know anything. During
the time he worked with Liang Guofu,
he had no clue how many other inside stories Liang Guofu didn't know
.
"Let me put it this way, how much do you know? Tell me, and I can provide you with protection. If you don't tell,
some people won't let you off just because you don't speak. Like Chen He, the dead are the best at keeping secrets. I think I've
made myself clear enough. Is there anything else you don't understand?" Zhang Liangyu asked.
"I understand, but I really don't know what you want to know. I'm not like Chen He. Chen He has been with
Mayor Liang for many years..." Ding Changlin wanted to explain the difference between himself and Chen He.

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