This was confirmed by the series of actions that Chen Guanfu directed Chen Yun to take after returning to China more than 20 years ago. Not only did they not withdraw, it could even be said that they were more radical than the Xiao and Geng families, radical to the point of being despicable.
It was really hard for her to accept that her mother and grandfather were such deliberate thieves.
Because of their relationship, her simple life now has to bear such a dark and heavy yoke.
But if they were of the same mind, why did Chen Yun later adopt the pseudonym Guo Man? And it is obvious that she did not tell Chen Guanfu about this, which led to a significant deviation in Chen Guanfu's search for his relatives over the next twenty years. Why was this?
From the current point of view, Chen Guanfu knew that Chen Yun had passed away and left a child, but he seemed to not know whether the child was a boy or a girl. What was going on?
What is his purpose in looking for the child? Is it to reunite with his family, or to continue his unfinished plan after finding the child?
No, that's not right. Isn't it possible that the plan had already begun after the child was found?
Zhang Moyan thought about her acquaintance with Xiao Xingyu, the car accident she and Xiao Xingyu had in Ruzhou, and even the fact that she knew Geng Jun. She couldn't help but feel creepy and got goosebumps all over her body.
This approach is somewhat similar to what Chen Yun did back then.
She couldn't help but suspect that Chen Guanfu had taken control of everything. One could tell at a glance that the unassuming and elegant man was a shrewd and powerful figure.
But then a contradictory question flashed through her mind. If Chen Guanfu deliberately allowed her and Xiao Xingyu to meet, then he must have known in advance that she was his granddaughter? This again did not make sense of his search for her.
Did Chen Guanfu know her identity? Judging from the current situation, he most likely did. How did he know? And why did he make such a big fuss about searching for her?
Could it be that he wanted to attract someone's attention?
…
Zhang Moyan's mind was in a mess, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.
In such a complicated situation, she really doubted whether her IQ was enough to handle it.
What should she do?
Zhang Moyan was cold all over and curled up in a ball. She had been in the bed for half a day but there was no warmth at all.
After a while, she sat up, stepped onto the mat barefoot, squatted down, opened the door of the bedside table, and took out a brocade box from it.
When she saw what was in the box, her troubled mood seemed to calm down a little.
Inside the box was a bowl that someone jokingly said might only be worth 100 yuan. Inside the bowl was a delicately wrapped piece of velvet. She carefully removed it, unwrapping the velvet in her palm to reveal a piece of porcelain no larger than 3 centimeters, with neatly polished edges and a gentle, elegant azure blue.
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but burst into tears. These two things, no, this piece of azure glaze porcelain should be returned to Xiao Xingyu. After all, it was a very precious thing to Xiao Xingyu. But she relied on the other party's arrogance and would not ask her for it, and kept it secretly.
She is not a greedy person. The last time she broke up with Liming, she returned all the gifts to their original owners. As for why she did not return such an important gift this time, she can only explain it now that maybe she also has the bad habit of occupying celadon porcelain in her bones!
Putting the brocade box into the bedside table, Zhang Moyan climbed onto the bed, sniffing, clutching the small piece of azure porcelain in her hand. Her mood seemed to calm down inexplicably, and her thoughts gradually became clearer, as if she roughly knew what to do next.
Maybe I was really sleepy because I didn’t sleep last night, and I fell asleep while thinking. When I woke up, I was illuminated by the bright screen of the phone next to my pillow.
Zhang Moyan didn't know how long she'd slept. When she opened her eyes, it was already dark. In the bedroom, only her phone was silently lit. She hadn't switched off the silent mode she'd set it to at work, and the fact that it had been lit for so long meant she had a call.
Zhang Moyan raised her neck from the wet pillow, dazedly grabbed the phone and looked at the incoming call. She was stunned for a moment and then answered the call.
"Director," yes, the caller was Eric. Zhang Moyan thought about her absence from work and immediately apologized nervously, "I'm sorry, I suddenly felt unwell this afternoon, so I went straight home from the interview site. I'm sorry I didn't have time to write a note for leave."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then the voice laughed: "Don't be nervous, I don't mean to blame you. I heard you had an upset stomach today, are you feeling better now?"
"Ah," I was glad I wasn't here to settle the score with her. "Much better. I'll work overtime tomorrow to make up for the two hours."
"That's not necessary. Being sick is normal. By the way, are you free now? I'm having dinner with my classmates tonight, and I brought you some pork rib and yam soup. What's your home address? Sorry, I checked your latest update at the company, and it only mentioned your building number."
Zhang Moyan was stunned for a moment. Bringing her pork rib soup? Is there such a thing as stopping by for no reason in this world?
At this moment, she suddenly realized that what Jin Xueyang said about Eric being interested in her might be true.
"Mo Yan? Are you listening?"
"Oh, I'm listening," Zhang Moyan came back to her senses, "So, Director, you're at the entrance of my building now?"
"Yes, tell me which floor and room your house is on. If the door to the building is open, I'll go up and give it to you!"
Zhang Moyan was shocked and complained in her heart about those elderly people in the building who liked to leave the door open all day long.
"Please wait for me, I'll be down now!" she said hastily, almost reflexively rejecting Eric's kindness in visiting her.
When I hung up the phone, I was shocked to see that there were 5 missed calls. I clicked on them and saw that 2 were from Geng Jun and 3 were from Zhou Xia, and they showed that they were made 2 hours ago.
Zhang Moyan fluttered her fingers, wanting to block them, but hesitated, deciding it wasn't necessary. Smart people like Geng Jun and Zhou Xia wouldn't call again after a few missed calls.
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