Chapter 267 Here's a handwritten piece of evidence for you!

There was no answer from outside the door, only a continuous, unhurried knocking.

She limped over and peered through the crack in the door.

Standing outside the door was Qin Zheng.

He looked somewhat haggard, and his black-rimmed glasses couldn't hide the dark circles under his eyes. His crisp shirt collar was also unusually unbuttoned, with one button undone.

Lin Wan'er opened the door, but before she could even ask him why he had come, she was still standing there.

Qin Zheng spoke first, looking at her and saying something that caught her completely off guard.

"Wan'er, my father... he wants to see you."

Qin Zheng stood at the door, his eyes behind his glasses calm and unwavering, taking in all of Lin Wan'er's astonishment, doubt, and vigilance.

Lin Wan'er unconsciously tightened her grip on her cane.

The legendary bigwig of the Qin family wants to see her?

Is it a trap or an opportunity?

Her brain was working at lightning speed.

The Qin family is now her only lifeline, and the only force that can rival the Gu and Huo families behind Su Yue.

She couldn't refuse.

I couldn't refuse.

"Okay." Lin Wan'er suppressed the turmoil in her heart and forced a pale and weak smile. "When?"

"Now." Qin Zheng stepped aside, making way for the doorway.

A black Volga sedan was parked silently in the most inconspicuous corner behind the guesthouse.

Lin Wan'er got into the car, her heart still pounding in her chest.

She noticed that the car did not head towards the famous high-ranking official compounds in Beijing, but instead turned into a quiet alley and finally stopped in front of an ordinary-looking courtyard house.

This made her already highly stressed nerves even more tense.

Qin Zheng helped her out of the car and pushed open the vermilion wooden door.

Several crabapple trees were planted in the courtyard. An old man dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit was sitting at a stone table under the trees, with a chessboard in front of him.

He looked very thin, with graying temples, and held an old jade warmer in his hand, occasionally letting out a suppressed, deep cough.

He is Qin Aimin.

Once a powerful figure in Beijing's political arena, he is now being suppressed by his political enemies and suffering from ailing health.

Seeing them enter, Qin Aimin slowly raised his head.

His movements were slow, with the weariness of someone who had been ill for a long time.

"You must be Comrade Wan'er?" His voice was a little hoarse, but very gentle. "Please sit down."

Lin Wan'er's wariness subtly eased when she saw the other party's sickly appearance.

What kind of trap could a dying person who can barely get up have?

"Hello, Uncle Qin." Lin Wan'er obediently sat down on the stone bench, her posture extremely humble.

"Qin Zheng told me everything about you." Qin Aimin looked at her and sighed. "In the Northwest, you saved Qin Zheng and provided such important intelligence. This time back in Beijing, you injured yourself while risking your life to save someone. What a good child, such a good child."

These words warmed Lin Wan'er's heart.

This is exactly the effect she wanted.

"Uncle Qin, you flatter me. It's all what I should do."

Qin Aimin waved his hand, then coughed violently again, taking a long time to recover.

"My health is deteriorating day by day." He looked at the unfinished game on the chessboard with a waning interest. "I'm getting old and useless. My eyesight is failing, and I can't see the chessboard clearly, let alone the situation. But you, Comrade Wan'er, are so young, yet you have such foresight and good fortune."

Lin Wan'er's heart skipped a beat.

The main event is about to begin.

She immediately feigned concern and carefully said, "Uncle Qin, you mustn't think like that. Although the situation is turbulent, things will eventually turn around."

She began cautiously to offer some vague predictions about policy trends in the coming years, which she had heard from her "previous life."

She didn't go into too much detail, only touching on the surface, creating a sense of mystery that "the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed."

As Qin Aimin listened, his originally cloudy eyes gradually brightened.

He leaned forward, eagerly pressing for details, but Lin Wan'er skillfully evaded them with ambiguous answers.

"Sigh!" After hearing this, Qin Aimin suddenly slammed his hand on the stone table, which triggered a heart-wrenching cough.

Qin Zheng quickly stepped forward and patted his back.

"If I had met a 'lucky star' like you a few years earlier, I wouldn't be in this state today!" Qin Aimin pounded his chest, his face full of regret and resentment. "Now, my political enemies are all in high positions, suppressing me completely. I'm afraid my body won't last until the clouds clear and the fog lifts!"

He looked at Lin Wan'er, his eyes filled with a desperate longing, as if grasping at a straw.

“Comrade Wan’er, you need a powerful backer. As for me, I need someone who can guide me and help me stay on my feet. We are the ones who are truly on the same side.”

Lin Wan'er's heart pounded wildly at those words.

It's done!

The Qin family has finally accepted her completely!

Just then, Qin Zheng seemed to remember something, and he spoke "casually".

"Dad, Wan'er, I just received some news from Hainan Island."

A hint of worry appeared on Qin Zheng's face at just the right moment.

"I heard that Su Yue's grandmother... is critically ill."

Lin Wan'er's pupils contracted sharply, then she was overwhelmed by immense joy.

She covered her mouth in feigned surprise: "How could this happen? Everything was fine just a few days ago!"

"It's said he suffered a sudden heart attack. He was rescued, but he's already beyond saving. He's just hanging on by a thread." Qin Zheng sighed. "I heard that the Gu family is going crazy. Gu Beichen's cousin, Gu Beixiao, has practically turned the black markets in Beijing and Hainan Island upside down, going bankrupt trying to buy century-old wild ginseng to prolong the old man's life. It's caused quite a stir."

"Su Yue's side is probably in complete disarray, and even her key laboratory project in Beijing has been temporarily suspended."

Every word of these messages was like the sweetest honey, filling Lin Wan'er's heart.

She won!

That bitch Su Yue must be overwhelmed with grief over losing her loved one right now, too preoccupied to care about anything else!

And she is about to become a distinguished guest of the Qin family, her future path will be smooth sailing!

With one side gaining and the other losing, the overall situation is already decided!

This immense joy caused her last shred of reason to completely crumble.

She looked at Qin Aimin and proactively lowered her stance, making herself even more alluring.

"Uncle Qin, actually... I know far more about your political enemies than you think."

"Oh?" Qin Aimin's eyes lit up completely.

"I know everything about each of their next plans, their most deeply hidden secrets, the internal conflicts within their factions..." Lin Wan'er's voice carried an air of confidence that indicated she was in complete control.

This was her biggest, and final, trump card.

"Great! Great!" Qin Aimin stood up excitedly, but the sudden movement made him dizzy again.

"Quick! Wan'er, write down everything you know!" He pointed towards the study and said urgently, "My memory is failing me. If you write it down, I can study it carefully and find the flaws in our counterattack!"

Lin Wan'er had no doubts whatsoever.

It's perfectly normal for an elderly woman on her deathbed and a family eager to turn things around to need a "pledge of allegiance" written by her personally.