Outside the solemn gate of the cemetery, Zhang Moyan got into the car wearing a black armband. Chen Guanfu's ashes could not be brought into the Xiao family, nor could they be placed anywhere else, so Zhang Moyan placed him in a cemetery management office first. Now she needed to go back to Shenhai to handle some procedures, and then Chen Guanfu could be buried in peace.

Chen Guanfu devoted his entire life to the pursuit of celadon porcelain, and was finally buried in Ruzhou, the birthplace of celadon porcelain. Zhang Moyan felt that he would agree.

But she believed that this was not the place Chen Guanfu was most satisfied with. If possible, he would most like to be buried next to his daughter. It would be wonderful if the father and daughter who had been separated for more than 20 years could never be separated again!

Xiao Xingyu said goodbye to his family and the Wang family who had come with him, and got into the car.

Seeing Zhang Moyan resting her head on the back of the chair with her red and swollen eyes closed, Xiao Xingyu suddenly forgot what he wanted to say. He paused and called out to Xiaowa in the front row: "Let's go, drive slowly!"

The car was driving on the national highway on the outskirts of the city. Xiao Xingyu leaned against the car window and looked at the bird nests on the roadside where the leaves had fallen and the birds had left, and his mind was wandering.

He felt that there seemed to be some problems between him and his wife. It was hard to put it into words, but after Chen Guanfu killed and was killed in the Xiaosheng Museum, their relationship had subtly changed. Simply put, it felt a little dull.

Well, it just seems to have faded, like something is blocking it, which is not a good thing.

The cell phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. Xiao Xingyu took it out to check. When his eyes fell on the three words "Jin Xueyang", his sharp brows frowned. He glanced at Zhang Moyan who still had her eyes closed and hung up the phone.

However, the other party did not get tired of calling and soon called a second and third time. Xiao Xingyu was worried that the constant vibrations would make Zhang Moyan suspicious, so he covered the phone and turned to the side to answer the call.

"Teacher Xiao is so busy that it took him so long to answer my call."

"..." Xiao Xingyu tried to speak in a normal tone, "What's the matter?"

Although Xiao Xingyu remained calm, Zhang Moyan opened her eyes when she heard a voice on the phone in the quiet car. She was so familiar with this voice! Even if it was very soft, she could tell it was Jin Xueyang calling.

Jin Xueyang spoke in a strangely condescending tone, "So impatient? Teacher Xiao, it's time to change your temper. Come on, little one," he said, his tone suddenly changing to one of affected kindness, "have a good word with your good nephew!"

Xiao Xingyu's expression froze, and the next moment he heard the little aunt's broken sobbing on the phone: "Xingyu, I'm so scared, I've been caught by bad guys! Can you take me home? I don't want to be here, I'm so scared!"

"Jin Xueyang, what are you doing?" Zhang Moyan snatched the phone from Xiao Xingyu's hand. "Why is Xiao Man'er with you? Where are you?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds: "Mo Yan, you're here too. Okay, very good. It's none of your business. Let Xiao Xingyu answer the phone!"

"Why should he answer? It's just as well if you just tell me what you want to do!"

"Same, you two have such a good relationship..." Jin Xueyang smiled. "Alright, tell him to bring the three pieces of celadon porcelain made by Xiao Guotao to the address I gave you in an hour. If you dare to call the police, I will immediately take this little girl's life."

Zhang Moyan had already guessed that Jin Xueyang had kidnapped the little aunt, but she was still shocked to hear him admit it in person: "What do you want their celadon porcelain for?"

Jin Xueyang said in a tone that said 1+1=2: "Exchange the celadon porcelain for the girl! As long as Xiao Xingyu brings the celadon porcelain, I will let the girl go."

"Jin Xueyang, you are kidnapping!"

Zhang Moyan froze as the word "kidnapping" came out of her mouth. Her whole body felt like it was falling into an icy cave. The darkness of the nightmare swept over her. She tried to calm her tone, "Xueyang, Tanaka Ryuichi is dead. Don't make the same mistake again!"

Hearing Zhang Moyan calling him "Xueyang" as usual, Jin Xueyang fell silent.

"Why are you nagging at me, you beast?" Xiao Xingyu took the phone and said, "Jin Xueyang, a man of his word should keep his word. I'll find a way to get the three pieces of celadon porcelain out, and you have to ensure the girl's safety.

Jin Xueyang snorted and laughed: "That's not necessarily true! You have no right to bargain with me. I will only give you one hour. If you are late, you can wait to collect the body of your great aunt!

beep--

All that was left on the phone was the busy tone after the call was hung up.

"Fuck!" Xiao Xingyu punched the front seat angrily.

"Brother Yu, what should we do now?" Xiao Wa had already heard the general situation and anxiously stopped the car on the side of the road.

Zhang Moyan's cell phone rang, and Jin Xueyang sent an address. Zhang Moyan quickly handed the phone to Xiao Xingyu.

Xiao Xingyu looked at the phone screen for a while and said decisively: "Let's turn around. You two go home first. Xiaowa will drop me off at the Xiaosheng Museum."

Xiao Wa was shocked and said, "Are you really going to take out Grandpa Guo Tao's three treasures? Are we really not going to call the police?"

"What else?" Xiao Xingyu replied angrily, "Now my little aunt's life is in the hands of that bastard! This son of a bitch is addicted to being a traitor!"

Zhang Moyan grabbed Xiao Xingyu's arm and said, "I don't want to go home. Let me go to this address first. I want to make sure nothing happens to my little aunt."

Xiao Xingyu looked hesitant.

Zhang Moyan held him tightly. "I was kidnapped when I was little. Although I know now that my mother didn't come to rescue me for my own good, I don't want my little aunt to go through the same despair as me. Xingyu, I can't just sit at home and wait for news. Believe me, I can hold Jin Xueyang back first."

Xiao Xingyu subconsciously wanted to object, but Zhang Moyan's eyes made it impossible for him to refuse. He struggled violently, finally gritting his teeth and saying to Xiao Wa, "Xiao Wa, take Moyan to see my little aunt. You must protect her! I'll find a way back."

Xiaowa hesitated: "...Okay, don't worry, Brother Yu."

Xiao Xingyu held Zhang Moyan's face and kissed her forehead hard: "I'll come find you when I get there. Be sure to be careful. Do you hear me?"

Zhang Moyan nodded: "I heard it."

After receiving a positive reply, Xiao Xingyu opened the car door and got out.

The address Jin Xueyang gave was an abandoned textile factory, nestled beside a broad river. The desolate factory grounds contained dozens of maze-like workshops, with withered weeds sprouting from cracks between the orange bricks. The empty buildings exuded a stale, gloomy atmosphere.

Zhang Moyan and Xiaowa groped their way through the factory buildings one by one, finally finding the place Jin Xueyang had requested after a long time. This was a former warehouse, but now it was completely empty. Although it was huge, the end was visible at a glance.

Zhang Moyan shouted inside for a while, but the only response was the quiet air. She called Jin Xueyang, but Jin Xueyang didn't answer. Zhang Moyan had to realize with disappointment that the little aunt was not there at all.

The uneasy string was stretched to its limit. Zhang Moyan and Xiao Wa were suffering and could do nothing until Xiao Xingyu found them with a box containing three pieces of porcelain.