Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

The night was deep in the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee compound.

It was already nine o'clock at night when Li Dakang opened the door to his home.

The living room lights were on. Ouyang Jing sat on the sofa, flipping through a copy of The New Yorker, with a freshly opened Chanel shopping bag at her feet—containing the illegitimate Birkin bag.

She didn't look up, her tone indifferent: "You're back?"

Li Dakang stood in the entryway, took off his coat, and instead of going to the study as usual, went straight to the sofa and sat down.

Ouyang Jing looked up at Li Dakang.

The couple had never spoken to each other before, and this was the first time Li Dakang had taken the initiative to sit in front of him.

"Let's get a divorce," Li Dakang said.

Ouyang Jing finally looked up, her eyes showing no surprise, only sarcasm: "Divorce? What, finally willing to abandon me, this burden? Aren't you afraid of damaging your political reputation?"

"It doesn't matter anymore!"

Li Dakang's voice was low and deep. "I've had enough."

The air suddenly froze.

Ouyang Jing sneered and threw the magazine onto the coffee table: "Had enough? Li Dakang, put your hands on your conscience—for the past eight years, I've been alone in America with our daughter, while you were in Jingzhou, acting as your 'public servant,' not even calling once on our daughter's birthday! Now you're blaming me?"

Li Dakang laughed angrily: "You, for eight years, spent alone in the US with your daughter? What kind of vice president are you then?"

"Have you ever been to America?" Ouyang Jing stared at Li Dakang and questioned, "Have you paid for our daughter's tuition?"

Li Dakang opened his eyes wide and patted his chest, saying, "I give you all my salary and bonuses every month!"

Ouyang Jing scoffed, "Is your meager salary enough for your daughter to study abroad?"

Li Dakang asked in surprise, "But what about yours?"

Ouyang Jing retorted matter-of-factly, "What does my salary have to do with you?"

Li Dakang was stunned.

To be precise, he was furious, so much so that his head was spinning.

"Let's get a divorce!"

Li Dakang took a deep breath, recalling what Zhao Dehan had relayed—

"She demanded that the loan go through the Shanshui Group... with an interest rate of 8.5%... and a kickback of 75 million."

This is definitely not the first time.

Ouyang Jing must have done this kind of thing behind my back quite a few times.

He had a premonition that Ouyang Jing would get involved in some illegal activities.

However, I never expected Ouyang Jing to go this far.

This is a recipe for disaster.

However, he cannot say these things yet.

Li Dakang knew that Ouyang Jing was corrupt and wanted to divorce her.

Li Dakang and Ouyang Jing's relationship has broken down, and their marriage is no longer worth continuing.

These are two different things.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, there was no anger in his eyes, only endless disgust.

Some qualities that are endearing in a naive young girl become somewhat pathetic and laughable in a middle-aged woman.

"Let's get a divorce!"

Li Dakang said slowly, "I'll have someone come and arrange our marriage right away. You go to America, and I'll stay in Handong. As for our daughter... you can continue to take care of her, and I'll send her money every month on time."

"Oh."

Ouyang Jing stood up and said calmly, "Li Dakang, you should have done this a long time ago!"

Looking at his wife, Li Dakang could only utter two words.

Tired.

Get a divorce already!

The couple's years of affection had long since crumbled.

……

……

The conference room on the third floor of the Anti-Corruption Bureau was filled with smoke.

Hou Liangping leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed.

On the projection screen was a chart showing the flow of funds in the Tsai Cheng-cheng case—four bank cards, three of which had already been cancelled, and only one account with the last four digits "8863" still had activity records.

"500,000 yuan, withdrawn in seventeen installments, spanning from 2005 to the end of 2006."

Lu Yike pointed to the chart: "After the last withdrawal, there was only five thousand yuan left in the card, and there were no further transactions. Bank surveillance footage is only kept for three months, and now... there is no video evidence to prove that Ouyang Jing herself withdrew the money."

"She is very smart."

Hou Liangping said coldly, "Use dead cards to launder money, withdraw cash, and leave no electronic trace."

"But the motive is clear."

Lu Yike was unwilling to accept this. "Cai Chenggong himself admitted that these four cards were 'thank you fees' given to Ouyang Jing, which were used to give the green light to Jingzhou City Bank for lending."

"Motive is not the same as evidence." Hou Liangping shook his head. "Without a direct chain of evidence, the Discipline Inspection Commission will not open a case, let alone arrest anyone."

Silence fell over the meeting room.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink.

Lu Yike couldn't help but ask, "Are we just supposed to wait? Wait for Ouyang Jing to spend money?"

"At present, this should be the best way!" Hou Liangping also sighed, feeling that he couldn't find a breakthrough.

Just then, Hou Liangping's phone rang.

He frowned and picked up the receiver: "Hello, this is Hou Liangping."

A young, composed voice with a hint of a smile came from the other end of the phone:

"Hey, Director Hou, it's me, Zhao Chongming. Do you remember me?"

Hou Liangping was taken aback: "Zhao Chongming? How do you have my phone number?"

"Didn't you leave your business card when you investigated me and my dad in Beijing last time?"

Zhao Chongming chuckled: "I didn't expect that Director Hou would have already arrived in Handong and become the director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau. Congratulations!"

"Stop with the flattery. Now is not the time for that. I have official business. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up!" Hou Liangping didn't have a good impression of the Zhao family father and son.

Especially Zhao Chongming, no matter how well his lies were woven, Hou Liangping always felt that something was wrong.

Zhao Chongming shrugged: "Director Hou, aren't you overestimating yourself? My dad's rank is higher than yours now. Do I need to flatter you?"

Hou Liangping narrowed his eyes and leaned forward slightly: "What are you calling for?"

"report."

Zhao Chongming's tone remained extremely relaxed, with a hint of mockery: "Ouyang Jing solicited a bribe. The amount was 75 million, and there are recordings, transfer records, and receipts for the purchases."

Hou Liangping sat bolt upright: "What did you say?"

"Three days ago, at 8:23, in the 'Yundingxuan' private room of Jinling Hotel."

Zhao Chongming spoke calmly, with his legs crossed: "Ouyang Jing threatened me with a 1.5 billion yuan loan, demanding a 5% kickback and specifying that the loan channel be Shanshui Group, with an annual interest rate of 8.5%. I gave her a bank card with a pre-deposited 3 million yuan on the spot, and that very night she spent 480,000 yuan at the Hermes counter."

Hou Liangping said, "Do you have any evidence to support your claims?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Zhao Chongming looked at Hou Liangping with a smile: "There are transfer records, recordings, and transaction history!"

Hou Liangping took a deep breath: "Then, you're going to hand these things to me personally?"

"It can be given to anyone, the Discipline Inspection Commission or the Procuratorate, don't worry, I have plenty of backups!" Zhao Chongming smiled. "However, I have the most faith in you; you fucking dare to arrest Ouyang Jing!"

Most people wouldn't have had the guts to do this.

Hou Liangping may be all talk and no action, but he actually dared to stop the municipal party secretary's car.

Handing it over to the Discipline Inspection Commission would likely involve some debate, and even if Li Dakang and Ouyang Jing were to divorce, there would still be some reservations.

Even Li Dakang himself hoped that Ouyang Jing's scandal would be exposed as late as possible, so as to minimize the impact.

However, for Zhao Chongming, Ouyang Jing had to die as soon as possible.

So what about Li Dakang's wife?

If you mess with me, you're doomed.

This can be seen as establishing authority by stepping on Li Dakang.

As for Li Dakang, he really couldn't say anything.

I gave you advance notice, and if you still insist on it, then you're being ungrateful.

So, this matter is best left to Hou Liangping.

This kid, he's got guts!