Chapter 215 Eavesdropping

After Zhong Yinghong finished speaking about her plan, she looked up at her husband.

Jiang Zheng's face was very ugly, and he spoke through his teeth: "You, you still went to find Cai Yutie? It's already this time, he just got out of jail, the police are keeping a close eye on him, we are trying to avoid him, why did you still go to find him?"

Zhong Yinghong was a little guilty at first, but now seeing her husband's intense reaction, she couldn't help but rebel: "What's wrong with contacting Cai Yutie? I just called the car wash where he works, and I didn't meet him in person. What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Zheng's voice rose eight degrees: "Just a phone call? If it was just a simple phone call to say hello, I wouldn't say anything to you. But I don't know what's wrong with your brain. You actually let him contact Xia Mufan! The brothers in the underworld trembled when they heard the name Xia Mufan. You dare to take the initiative to provoke Xia Mufan? I told you a long time ago that this person is different from those policemen who eat and work for nothing. She is really capable. We should stay as far away from her as possible. Why do you have to take the initiative to provoke her? Look! You lured her here?"

Zhong Yinghong's ears were numb from Jiang Zheng's high-pitched voice, and she became irritated: "What do you mean I brought him here? If you weren't involved with that ugly bastard, how could the police suspect us? I had a good idea. This ugly bastard is just a gardener in our community. She rarely interacts with people. She is just the right person to divert the police's attention. Who would have thought that you actually knew her! Who told you to kidnap his son ten years ago? It was obviously your fault, but now you blame me?!"

Being blamed by his wife, Jiang Zheng sighed and sat on the bed, his attitude softened a little: "At least, you should tell me in advance, and we should discuss it before doing this."

Zhong Yinghong stood with her arms folded, looking at Jiang Zheng coldly: "Tell you? How can I tell you? You treat our home like a hotel now, and you go out for three or five days at a time, leaving me here to take care of my son so hard, and I can't even see you all day long. How can I discuss this with you?"

Jiang Zheng's eyes flashed with guilt, and his voice became much lower: "I was busy with work. The foreign trade company has just started to get on the right track. This is what we will rely on for our livelihood in the future, and we must hold it firmly in our hands to feel at ease. Our previous easy way of making money is no longer suitable. We have to learn everything, and it's not easy for me. Isn't it for the good of this family that I work so hard? You have to understand more."

Zhong Yinghong sneered, "Don't talk so nicely. You're busy at work, but how busy can work be? I went to the company half a month ago and heard from the finance department that you spent a large sum of money to buy a house in the north of the city. You often buy imported bags and gold and silver jewelry. I want to ask you, where did you spend all the money? Who did you spend it on? You're not at home all day, and you spend all your money on other people. You still say it's for our own good. It's ridiculous. Who knows if you have a family outside your home and a mistress outside? I tell you, if you dare to find a woman outside, I will fight you to the death!"

Jiang Zheng was furious: "Zhong Yinghong, don't be so unreasonable and doubt me all the time. It's not that easy to start a company. These are normal public relations expenses. As for who will receive them...you don't have to think about it. Didn't the money we earned before belong to you? What are you worried about?"

Zhong Yinghong's eyes flashed with sarcasm: "Everyone says that it's easier for a couple to share adversity than prosperity. Back then, we came to the city from the countryside together and worked hard to earn money. Although life was difficult at that time, we worked together. I did whatever you asked me to do, even if it meant beheading or imprisonment, I didn't blink an eye. Now that we have finally settled down and have a house and a company in this city, you are starting to have some tricks. I tell you, you'd better put away those tricks and don't forget that we are grasshoppers on the same rope."

Zhong Yinghong's words were both soft and hard. Jiang Zheng reached out and pulled her to his side, gently put his arm around her shoulders, and said softly: "Don't worry, I only have you and my son in my heart. Now that we are being targeted by the police, we must discuss how to deal with the current difficulties. As long as we get through this, I promise to hand over the company's finances to you, and then you will have to approve every penny I spend. How about it?"

Zhong Yinghong then turned from anger to joy: "You are still talking like a human being."

Jiang Zheng took the initiative to talk to Zhong Yinghong about the police coming to the company today: "Fortunately, I didn't leave Jia Xihua's son with me, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to explain myself."

Zhong Yinghong also recalled this past event: "Ten years ago in March, wasn't that when I gave birth to Liangliang in the hospital? Was that when you started this business?"

Jiang Zheng nodded. "Yes, I was with you in the hospital when you gave birth to Liangliang. Didn't many people from your hometown come to see you? My cousin made some money in those years, and his only regret was that he didn't have a son. When he saw our son, he was so envious that he said he really wanted to buy one back if he couldn't find a way."

Zhong Yinghong suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder you..."

Jiang Zheng smiled with some pride: "That day I happened to see Jia Xihua sitting in the corridor crying while holding a baby. I went over to chat with her for a few words and soon got the truth out of her. She was very short of money at that time, so I spent three thousand to buy her son, and then sold him to my cousin for five thousand. He was so happy that he went crazy and hurried home with the baby."

Zhong Yinghong said: "Then you have done a good thing."

Jiang Zheng said, "Yes, it was originally a good thing, but that ugly guy made me sound like a kidnapper. If she met me now, I would not give her a penny, and I would take the child away when she wasn't paying attention, and she would have no way to stop me. To be honest, I was more honest at that time. Not only did I give her the money, but I also showed my face. It was a real mistake."

At this point, he paused and changed the subject: "Anyway, as long as I don't admit to having seen that ugly guy, the police can't do anything to me. Ten years, such a long time, it's normal for her to have mistaken someone."

Zhong Yinghong smiled charmingly: "My husband is smart."

Jiang Zheng was a little proud of his wife's praise. "Of course. We have been doing shady business for so many years. If it weren't for my good planning, how could there be no problems? This time the police came to our door. The key is to see if you left any loopholes when you contacted Cai Yutie."

Zhong Yinghong frowned. "I deliberately lowered my voice when I called Cai Yutie, but he could tell it was me. If the police find that guy, he might identify me."

Jiang Zheng's eyes flashed with cruelty: "There is really no other way. You can only endure a little hardship and use medicine to damage your throat. This way, he won't be able to identify you by the sound of your voice."

Zhong Yinghong was also a tough character, and nodded without hesitation: "Okay. But you have to control the dosage, don't really poison me and make me mute."

Jiang Zheng has been wandering around the world for many years, and he has no idea how many young girls he has poisoned and silenced. He has a lot of this kind of medicine in his hands. He took out a packet of medicine from the drawer and handed it to Zhong Yinghong: "Mix it with water before going to bed, and only take half a packet. When you wake up tomorrow, I guarantee you will feel like you have a cold. You will not be able to speak for the first three days, and when you can speak, your voice will become hoarse."

Zhong Yinghong took the medicine and put it on the dressing table: "Okay, I'll drink it later."

After solving this problem, Jiang Zheng asked again: "Is there anything else that you missed? Think about it carefully."

Zhong Yinghong's mind flashed back to the scene of Xia Mufan taking away the dog house just now. She said uncertainly, "Well, the police came this afternoon, walked around the yard, and finally took our dog house away, saying they wanted to do some testing."

Jiang Zheng stood up when he heard this. "What's going on? What evidence did you leave on that dog house?"

Zhong Yinghong shook her head blankly: "No."

Jiang Zheng's expression became nervous: "No! Xia Mufan would never do something meaningless. She must have a purpose in taking the doghouse away. Think about it again."

Zhong Yinghong tried hard to recall: "I followed that ugly girl and saw her throwing the woven bag into the trash can. I smelled a burnt smell and opened it to find a charred cat corpse. I thought, didn't Xia Mufan have a cat? She took the cat with her wherever she went, so..."

Having said this, Zhong Yinghong stopped, looked at Jiang Zheng, and the two of them stood up at the same time.

"No, since Xia always takes the cat with her wherever she goes, why would she leave the cat at home? No matter how cute Liangliang is, the police wouldn't agree to anything he asks for. Xia even said that he would pick up the cat tomorrow morning. Is there something wrong with the cat?"

An incredible thought flashed through Jiang Zheng's mind: "Could it be that the cat has become a spirit and can recognize people and understand human speech? Did Xia Mufan leave the cat here just to let it eavesdrop on our conversations?"

As soon as he said this, Jiang Zheng suppressed the thought. How is that possible? He has been traveling between cities and rural areas over the years, and he has sold countless abducted children. He has never heard of a cat that can understand human language. If this is true, wouldn’t it become a ghost story?

Zhong Yinghong said, "It's just a cat. It's unlikely that it can eavesdrop and then tell the police what we say. Xia Mufan left this cat here specially, probably to find an excuse to come over tomorrow morning?"

Jiang Zheng made a "hush" gesture with his lips, and after Zhong Yinghong closed her mouth, he quickly opened the door and looked around. When he didn't see any trace of the cat, he felt relieved and closed the door again.

Unfortunately, Jiang Zheng didn't notice that there was a furry figure hiding behind the curtains in the master bedroom. Coal Ash was hiding there quietly, with his ears perked up, listening to every word they said.

After confirming that there were no cats or people eavesdropping at the door, Jiang Zheng continued to talk to Zhong Yinghong: "You just said that you found a burnt cat in a woven bag, and then what?"

Zhong Yinghong said: "Then? Then I took the woven bag home. I thought the things in the bag were unlucky, so I put it in the yard first."

Jiang Zheng asked: "Why put the bag in the yard? Can't you just put it in the car?"

Zhong Yinghong rolled her eyes at him and said, "Didn't you ask the driver to deliver the documents to you that day? The car is not at home."

Jiang Zheng also remembered and said helplessly: "Okay, you put the bag in the yard, then what?"

Zhong Yinghong said: "I put the bag back in the trunk when the driver came back at night. The next day I drove Liangliang to school by myself, then turned to the car wash, put the bag in the corner of the backyard of the car wash, and called Cai Yutie."

Jiang Zheng continued to ask: "Call, what phone did you use to call?"

Zhong Yinghong obviously knew what he was worried about: "Don't worry, I definitely won't use my own phone to make the call. I made the call from a nearby public telephone booth."

Jiang Zheng asked: "Did anyone notice you when you were on the phone?"

Zhong Yinghong obviously didn't think this was a problem: "No. I just said a few words and then hung up and left. It's impossible for anyone to notice me."

Jiang Zheng thought about it and realized that this was the truth. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "You came back after the phone call?"

Zhong Yinghong said: "Yes, after the call I drove around the city and then went home."

Jiang Zheng concentrated on thinking, and carefully retraced Zhong Yinghong's trajectory that day. He was still a little worried: "No, since Xia Mufan took the dog house away, he must have found something. Did you accidentally rub the dog house when you put the woven bag in the yard? I heard that the police pay attention to trace inspection when solving cases. Is it possible that the dog house has fibers from the woven bag stuck to it, or rubbed against something?"

Zhong Yinghong finally realized the seriousness of the problem, her face changed: "Hubby, what should we do? If Xia Mufan really finds out that the woven bag passed through my hands, what should I do? I thought the bag was dirty, so I was wearing gloves when I picked it up, so there shouldn't be any fingerprints left. I'm just worried that something might be left on the wooden dog house."

Jiang Zheng frowned, walked around the room, and circled between the bedside table and the dressing table: "Don't worry, let me think about it."

Zhong Yinghong was dazzled by Jiang Zheng's dazzle: "Yes, yes, don't panic. If you're not panicking, don't wander around."

Jiang Zheng finally stopped and looked at Zhong Yinghong steadily, his eyes red from anxiety: "Why are you rushing me? You acted on your own and now you want me to clean up your mess. If you had told me earlier and burned down the dog house, the police would have no chance of finding it!"

Zhong Yinghong knew she had done something wrong, and she stopped arguing, but she couldn't help but urge him, "Husband, think about it quickly. What should I do? Otherwise, after tonight, Xia will come to pick up her cat tomorrow morning. If the police find out something, it will be too late."

Jiang Zheng raised his hand, signaling his wife not to disrupt his thoughts. He organized his thoughts as he spoke: "Through the marks on the wooden house, the police can only prove that the woven bag had contact with the dog house. The bag stayed in our yard, which doesn't mean anything. The ugly girl is a gardener. She was carrying a woven bag to collect garbage in our yard. Maybe she scratched it at that time. Don't be nervous. If the police ask you, just insist that you don't know."

Jiang Zheng stared into his wife's eyes: "Do you understand?"

Zhong Yinghong nodded repeatedly: "Well, no matter what the police say, I don't know the answer to anything."