The next morning, early.
The dark clouds had dispersed, leaving a bright, clear sky. It was another beautiful day.
After packing up his things, Dong Xuebin left home. Downstairs, he looked over the Mercedes Business, now fitted with the Capital license plate 9999. He pulled open the door, got in, and drove out of the district. He had handled everything that needed handling, so it was time to return to the county. After driving for quite a while, he left the city. Then, on an inconspicuous roadside in the suburbs, Dong Xuebin spotted a sign that read: Dafeng County Beijing Liaison Office—the equivalent of the old Beijing Office.
As the car slowed, Dong Xuebin's eyes darkened.
He remembered Han Tian and Madam Han's final words.
Someone had used Liu Cheng as a pawn? Who had been pulling strings behind the scenes? The first person Dong Xuebin thought of was Pan Zhou!
Yesterday, in the clubhouse lobby, Pan Zhou had seen Madam Han take the elevator with him. Liu Cheng had mistaken Madam Han for Dong Xuebin's mother and thought she was a teacher. Clearly, Pan Zhou had told him something. It seemed Pan Zhou had investigated Dong Xuebin's background thoroughly. Most likely, he had egged Liu Cheng on, making him think Madam Han was merely a "widowed teacher," which was why he had tried to pick her up and caused that disgusting mess afterward.
So his target hadn't been Madam Han. It had been my mother?
Fuck! That old bastard! You really went too far!
Dong Xuebin pinned the whole thing on Pan Zhou. If this had been the first time, he might not have been so certain Pan Zhou was behind it. But some time ago, Pan Zhou had instigated Xinhua News Agency reporters to make trouble for their