Is He Flirting With Me?

When they met again, he recognized her at a glance. On the surface, he remained still, but secretly, he had already fixed his gaze on her.

Zhang Moyan never expected the man she saved three y...

Chapter 330: Death

Zhang Moyan's crow-feather eyes froze for a moment. He took a breath, his blood boiling. "So, what method did you use to force people to submit?"

Chen Guanfu's face was covered with a subtle sternness. He slowly looked at Zhang Moyan and said calmly, "If you ask in a different tone, I might be more willing to talk to you about this matter."

Zhang Moyan stood there stiffly: "Are you admitting that you went to look for them? Are their current actions really related to you?"

"I will definitely not deny what I have done." Chen Guanfu said slowly.

"Do you still think you're aboveboard?" Zhang Moyan was momentarily furious. "What have you done? Are you trying to show them you own me? Now they're going to cut ties with me, you know?"

Chen Guanfu seemed oblivious to her anger and even nodded with satisfaction: "They are right to do this."

"You actually said 'right'?" Zhang Moyan couldn't help shaking. "Excuse me, what's right about it? Do you know how much this hurts me? What does it mean to me? It's like being abandoned, don't you understand?"

Chen Guanfu: "You are afraid of being abandoned, right?"

Zhang Moyan: “…”

"So what if I understand?" Chen Guanfu asked calmly, "Doesn't that mean I shouldn't get back everything that belongs to me?"

"Everything that belongs to you?" Zhang Moyan snorted coldly, "Do you think I'm an object that can be taken at will? You've hurt me and the people I care about so much, how can you still confidently call yourself my family? Is it just based on that blood relationship that has never existed in my life for more than 20 years?"

Chen Guanfu frowned and said nothing.

Zhang Moyan firmly emphasized: "I'll say it again, no matter how you threaten or bribe me to alienate me from the Zhang family, I will not unilaterally agree. They are my parents and relatives, no matter what, I will not leave them!"

"If you want something belonging to our daughter," Zhang Moyan shook the document bag in her hand and patted Chen Guanfu, "this is for you. I'll go with you to handle the transfer procedures anytime!"

Chen Guanfu held the file bag, lowered his head, unsealed the cotton thread, and took out the materials to check.

Fujiwara Nanako quickly took advantage of this opportunity to come over and mediate: "Xiao Qi, I understand how you feel, but the master has his reasons for doing things. Don't worry, sit down first and let's talk slowly."

Zhang Moyan closed her eyes tightly and said in a deep voice, "Don't call me Xiaoqi anymore. Who is Xiaoqi? I am Zhang Moyan."

Ms. Fujiwara opened her mouth, feeling a little helpless.

"I'm not that interested in this." Chen Guanfu looked at the document, put it back in his pocket and handed it back to Zhang Moyan elegantly. Zhang Moyan didn't move, and Ms. Fujiwara took it first.

Zhang Moyan turned around and sat down on the sofa, sitting upright: "Okay, let's talk about it. What did you do and say to my parents?"

Chen Guanfu's face was unhappy, but he sat down without a trace of guilt. "You underestimate my character. I am very grateful to the family who raised you. They are a rare kind-hearted family in this world... It is precisely because of this that I must let them know the truth of some things, so that they can make peace with you sooner rather than later."

Zhang Moyan suddenly stopped and vaguely understood the implication of Chen Guanfu's words.

"What's the truth?" Her throat was a little tight.

Chen Guanfu and Fujiwara Nanako looked at each other, then made a gesture. The latter turned around as if she had received an order, took a file from a room and handed it to Chen Guanfu.

"This is a photo I took twenty-two years ago to identify a body," Chen Guanfu said, pulling out a piece of photographic paper from his file and holding it between two fingers. "The deceased is Zhang Feng and Huang Qin's daughter. Do you have the courage to take a look?"

Zhang Moyan's breath paused, a chill running through her body. Chen Guanfu's opening had escalated the situation to a point that instinctively frightened her.

"You'd better not look at it. I'll tell you about it." Chen Guanfu put the photo away. Zhang Moyan watched his actions and breathed a sigh of relief in silence.

"The deceased, Zhang Shihan, was a kidnapping victim. She died at the age of three from suffocation, a condition known as tracheospasm caused by excessive shock, which led to insufficient oxygen supply to the brain. She died the day she was kidnapped, before the kidnappers even had time to offer a ransom to her parents," Chen Guanfu paused. "She attended Little Sun Kindergarten on ** Road in the suburbs of Hangzhou."

Zhang Moyan clenched her fingers on her knees into fists, and her knuckles quickly turned white.

"Do you still remember this kindergarten?" Chen Guanfu asked in a low voice.

Zhang Moyan looked straight at Chen Guanfu, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Not long after the Zhang Shihan case, another kidnapping occurred at Little Sun Kindergarten, and this time the victim was you."

Zhang Moyan turned her head away uneasily, the aggressive aura she had just displayed completely faded, and a look of dismay appeared on her face.

Chen Guanfu continued to stare at her. "This time, the kidnappers offered to release the hostages, but your mother, my daughter, refused. Two days later, her body was found downstream in a river alongside the body of a criminal suspect."

Zhang Moyan's mind was struck by lightning, and she looked up with trembling pupils. This was the first time she heard the details about her biological mother's death.

"The police later speculated, based on Chen Yun's travel ticket purchase records, that she was planning to leave Hangzhou. They suspect the kidnappers noticed this and, fearing their efforts would be in vain, took the risk of following her and threatening her. They may have argued on the shore and fallen off."

Chen Guanfu's voice was flat, like a police officer recounting an ordinary case, devoid of emotion. Zhang Moyan's vision was already blacking out. She held her forehead, her inner torment almost entirely visible on her face.

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