Reborn as a Noble's Son

Huang Junshan paused again as if it pained him to say out loud, “Secretary Fan, as the saying goes, ‘Rules make the world go round’. Our Party has always emphasized on adhering strictly to organisational discipline. Chen Le’s actions clearly show his total lack of respect for the Municipal Party Committee. I suggest we take this opportunity to deal with this matter seriously.”

After considering it for a moment, Huang Junshan decided not to reveal to Fan Changsheng the dealings between Wu Aijun and himself. Despite Huang Junshan being a trusted subordinate of Fan Changsheng, he believed in the old saying that even within a marital relationship, it is wise to preserve some personal space and privacy. He resolved that, the less people knew about these affairs, the safer he would be, and hence, chose to keep the truth hidden.

On the other side, Fan Changsheng sighed. Huang Junshan’s recent unusual behaviour had already raised suspicion in Fan Changsheng’s mind, and at this moment, his suspicions seemed confirmed.

Fan Changsheng also felt a sense of loss and irony that his chief subordinate had chosen to keep things from him.

However, he knew he had to act. Apart from everything else, he found Chen Le and Nie Zhenbang’s audacious attempts distasteful. Since the New Year, Nie Zhenbang had been relentless and had caught Li Guohua off guard, then, seized Guo Zhenbao, and now was stirring up trouble in Qingfang City. If he didn’t assert his authority now, he stood to lose all his credibility.

After some thought, Fan Changsheng said, “Minister Junshan, please don’t fret over this. There’s no need to rush. How about we convene an Executive Committee meeting tomorrow to discuss this matter?”

Hearing Fan Changsheng’s words, Huang Junshan felt more reassured and agreed, “I think that’s a good idea, Secretary Fan. We must deal with this issue seriously, otherwise, Nie Zhenbang will try to take further advantage of us.”

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Guicheng district

Over in Qingfang City –

This time, Wen Shiming and Dai Yong drove straight to the Spinning Factory in a police car, the flashing police lights prompting the security staff to come out of the guard station. Seeing it was a police car, they didn’t even question it before letting them through.

However, Wen Shiming stopped the guard and asked, “Comrade, could you tell me where Director Wu Aijun stays, which building and unit?”

Upon hearing they were looking for Wu Aijun, the guard didn’t seem surprised. Everyone at the Spinning Factory knew Director Wu had quite a network, including a few policemen.

Assuming Wen Shiming was there to invite Wu Aijun out, the guard coldly responded, “Go straight ahead, at the second intersection in the housing area turn left, it’s the unit on the left on the third floor of building 31.”

As Wen Shiming drove away, the guard spat on the ground and could be faintly heard cursing under his breath. This reaction left a deep impression on Wen Shiming. If even the guard was showing such resentment, it was obvious that Wu Aijun had completely lost the support of the workers at the factory.

Thanks to the guard’s directions, Wen Shiming and Dai Yong quickly found Wu Aijun’s home. Dai Yong took the initiative to knock on the door of the third-floor apartment, and shortly after, a woman’s voice responded from inside, “Coming, coming.”

When the door opened, a woman of about forty-five or fifty years stood there, taken aback by the sight of two uniformed police officers. The aura exuded by the police was indeed a great deterrent for ordinary citizens and officials alike.

At this moment, Wen Shiming was also observing Wu Aijun’s wife. She was in her late forties, with an unassuming appearance, and nothing stood out about her clothing or demeanor. It was no wonder then why Wu Aijun sought affection elsewhere.

As the Factory Director of the Spinning Factory, enjoying power and influence, it was not surprising that some of the young female workers at the factory wished to ingratiate themselves with the Factory Director. Naturally, Wu Aijun’s downfall was inevitable.

Then, Wen Shiming gave a signal to Dai Yong who understood and nodded, saying, “You must be Zhang Chunfeng, Wu Aijun’s wife. This evening, during a surprise arrest, we caught your husband Wu Aijun getting intimate with a woman named Liu Ximei. Are you familiar with her?”

The moment Zhang Chunfeng heard Dai Yong’s words, her face paled noticeably. As Wu Aijun’s wife, she had suspected for long that Wu Aijun was seeing other women, but she had deliberately tried to avoid thinking about it. Dai Yong’s frankness forced her to face the reality, shattering the illusion she had woven around herself.