Zhang Lin politely asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Qian Jindou?"
When the other party heard this question, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and denied it: "No, you dialed the wrong number!"
Before Zhang Lin could say another word, the phone was hung up.
By this time, it was already 9:30 in the evening.
Yuan Jie said: "I heard a child's voice on the phone just now, saying that he wanted to order takeout. It seems that he is at home. Let's go to the first house again and try our luck."
According to information, Qian Jindou was born in 1955 and is currently 62 or 63 years old.
Whether they found the wrong person or the right one, we can have a rough guess after meeting him/her.
The two of them bought a fast food meal at a street food stall, hailed a taxi, and returned to the first house.
This house is located in the city center. The community has a quiet environment and complete facilities. The design of the building's facade has a bit of a castle feel. It looks like a new community.
When they went upstairs and rang the doorbell, Zhang Lin was in front and Yuan Jie was behind. Because Zhang Lin was tall, he blocked the view of his aunt behind him.
"Takeout!" Zhang Lin shouted loudly after ringing the doorbell.
Soon, the door opened from the inside, and a little boy about ten years old opened it.
The little boy looked at the food package in Zhang Lin's hand and asked unhappily, "We bought pizza, what did you send us?"
Zhang Lin played dumb and said, "Really? Did they send it to the wrong place? Whose name did you use when ordering? Let me check!"
The little boy said, "My dad ordered it. Look and see if it's Qian Jindou's name!"
When they heard the words "Qian Jindou", Zhang Lin and Yuan Jie had an idea in their minds.
Zhang Lin then asked, "Is your dad home? I can't explain it to a kid like you. Can you please ask him to come out for a moment?"
As I was talking, I saw a man with wet hair coming over. It looked like he had just been taking a shower.
Judging from his appearance, this man should be in his fifties, about the same age as my uncle-in-law Sun Aimin. This is about ten years younger than the age listed in Qian Jindou's household registration information.
However, Yuan Jie had seen Qian Jindou's information from the household registration department, and he looked very similar to the photo, so he couldn't be wrong. Some people are born with a youthful look, and if they take good care of themselves, they can look much younger than many of their peers.
Since the door was half-open, the man only saw Zhang Lin. He asked, "Delivery man? What else is going on after delivering the food?"
The little boy said quickly: "Dad, he said he wanted to talk to you about something, he delivered our takeaway to the wrong place!"
Zhang Lin asked calmly, "Are you Qian Jindou?"
When the other party heard Zhang Lin's question, he was obviously a little angry: "Are you delivering food or checking household registration? If you make a mistake, you will bear the loss yourself. Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!"
As he spoke, the man was about to close the door.
At this time, the real delivery man arrived late. Seeing that the customer's door was about to close, he quickly grabbed the door handle and said, "Don't close the door, the takeaway has arrived!"
Then she casually handed the takeaway pizza to the man.
Zhang Lin and Yuan Jie also took the opportunity to grab the door. They had finally caught the person, and they couldn't let it go so easily.
When the man saw Yuan Jie approaching, a flash of panic flashed across his face. Then, pretending to be calm, he asked, "What on earth do you want to do? Are you trying to break into my house? We live in a society ruled by law. If you dare to enter my house, I will call the police immediately!"
Regardless of what he said, Yuan Jie determined that he was Qian Jindou and said straight to the point, "Mr. Qian, you and your ex-wife Zhan Jinhua had a child in May 1991. Is that true?"
Qian Jindou didn't answer directly, but said impatiently: "What does this have to do with you?"
Yuan Jie was displeased: "You took my child away and gave me your own child. Do you think it matters?"
Qian Jindou was clearly feeling guilty, but he still insisted, "You're saying this with such eloquence, aren't you afraid of getting your tongue lashed out? Do you have any evidence? Who saw us take your child away? And that child died in 1991, how can you prove that the child is yours?"
Middle-aged Yuan Jie was furious at Qian Jindou's shameless remarks, but young Yuan Jie had already been mentally prepared.
The moment she saw this man appear in the image, his face completely overlapped with the face of the strange man who had conspired with Zhan Jinhua, thus confirming the man's identity.
No wonder the two of them wanted to discuss such things together. It turned out that they were the instigators of the incident that year and were once a couple.
Although the two people's looks and figures are somewhat mismatched, they both have no moral bottom line, which really proves the saying: Birds of a feather flock together.
Zhang Lin was quick-witted and eloquent. Seeing Qian Jindou's denials, he gently patted his aunt Yuan Jie's shoulder to calm her anger and anxiety, while he fought back and forth with Qian Jindou.
Zhang Lin said, "Let's not talk about the situation of the child born in 1991 in your family for now. You want evidence, and the evidence is right here in Qingyang City. He is your biological son. Do you dare to come with us to meet him?"
Qian Jindou's eyes wandered, not daring to meet Zhang Lin's gaze. He said sullenly, "I don't know what you're talking about. Don't waste our time here. My son wants to go to bed!"
The son Qian Jindou had mentioned was now sitting in the living room, enjoying his pizza and watching the excitement. When he heard his father mention him, he quickly said, "Dad, I'm not sleepy yet! You guys keep chatting and don't worry about me!"
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