Chapter 216

Gao Qingkui arrived at the factory but couldn't find Zhang Deyou. He asked the people below and only then learned that he had driven out, but didn't know where he had gone. He could only wait in the factory.

Chang Tai's heart had been in his throat. Seeing Zhang Deyou drive away, he was even more uneasy, always feeling that something big was about to happen.

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, he tidied up and wanted to leave. Just as he pushed open the office door, he saw Qu Hongqi, and then shrank his neck guiltily and closed the door.

At this time, Zheng Qianhua and Zhang Xingfei had already cleaned up the scene. Both were tired and scared, and it took a long while for them to recover after collapsing on the ground.

"Mom, what should we do now?" Zhang Xingfei looked at Zhang Deyou, whose eyes were wide open, unable to suppress the fear in his heart.

Zheng Qianhua had already calmed down: "What did you say when you went to see him today? Tell me in detail."

Zhang Xingfei thought for a while and told the process. Zheng Qianhua got up and returned to the bedroom, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find a bank card and a stack of cash.

"There are more than two hundred thousand in this card, the password is your birthday, and you take this money. Leave Jiangzhou immediately, run as far as you can, and don't come back."

Zhang Xingfei took the bank card and money foolishly: "Didn't you say that throwing him into the Jiangzhou River would be fine?"

Zheng Qianhua shook her head: "It's more than a dozen kilometers from Huwang Town to the city. It's inevitable that something will go wrong on the way. Even if we successfully throw him into the river, in such hot weather, he will float up in a few days. By then, neither of us will be able to escape.

You take this money and leave. If you have a chance, go abroad. If one day you are caught by the police and they investigate this matter, you tell them exactly what happened when you had a conflict with your father in the factory. Don't have any adulteration."

Zhang Xingfei said dissatisfiedly: "He is not my father, why should I still call him father."

Zheng Qianhua said sternly: "If you are not caught by the police, it proves that this matter has passed. If you are caught by the police, you must call him father. Whether he is your biological father or not, you don't know this matter, understand?"

Zhang Xingfei nodded with a pale face: "Understood!"

Zheng Qianhua softened her tone: "You are afraid that your father will beat you again. After you get home and see me sleeping, you stole the bank card and money and ran away. If the police ask you how you knew the bank card password, say that I once told you. As for when, it's been too long and you can't remember."

Speaking of this, Zheng Qianhua let out a long sigh: "Son, you should learn to grow up, because from now on, you can only walk your own path. Mom can't help you anymore."

"Mom!" Zhang Xingfei cried.

Zheng Qianhua hugged her son: "Go, don't take a taxi, and don't take a bus. Ride that motorcycle of yours. After you get to the city, throw the car downstairs at our house, go upstairs and make your bed messy. After you return to the city from the town, you were sleeping at home, and only went to the train station after you woke up."

Zhang Xingfei left. Zheng Qianhua went back to change into clean and beautiful clothes, and stopped when she passed by Zhang Deyou.

"Old Zhang, I'm sorry for you. If you are not reconciled and want to claim your life, come to me, don't go to Xingfei. After all, he has also called you father for twenty years."

At the Huwang Town Police Station, two police officers had just come out when they ran into Zheng Qianhua: "Comrade, it's already off work. If there's nothing urgent, come back tomorrow."

Zheng Qianhua said very calmly: "I killed someone, I'm here to surrender."

The two police officers were startled and looked at each other. One of the older police officers said: "Comrade, you can't joke about this."

Zheng Qianhua said: "Do I look like I'm joking?"

More than twenty minutes later, the house rented by Zhang Deyou and Zheng Qianhua was sealed off. Two police cars with flashing lights were parked at the gate. Police officers went in and out, immediately attracting the attention of surrounding residents. Only after asking did they know that a murder case had occurred, and the one who died was winery factory director Zhang Deyou.

Huwang Town was not big, and the news spread quickly. Zhang Deyou was dead. As for how he died, there were many different opinions. The most common one was that Zhang Deyou had encountered a robber who broke into his house.

Chang Tai was like an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth in his rented house. No matter what was rumored outside, only he knew that Zhang Deyou's death definitely had nothing to do with robbery.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already past six o'clock. Chang Tai hesitated for a long while, finally gritted his teeth, quickly left the house, rode his motorcycle, and headed straight for Gao Qingkui's residence.

At this time, Gao Qingkui had also received the news and was sitting on an old rocking chair, frowning and thinking. He also didn't believe that Zhang Deyou had encountered a robbery. How could it be such a coincidence that he went home for no reason at noon and then encountered a robbery.

"Pop pop pop..." The door outside was knocked, followed by the stubborn creaking sound of the old wooden door. Chang Tai lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Old factory director!"

Gao Qingkui said unexpectedly: "Why are you here?"

Chang Tai said: "Something happened to the factory director."

Gao Qingkui said: "I already know."

Chang Tai said: "At noon today, the factory director looked for me..."

Gao Qingkui sat up straight on the rocking chair: "Zhang Xingfei, is he really not Zhang Deyou's child?"

Chang Tai shook his head: "Whether he is or not, only the parties involved know. Who can be sure? But there is no smoke without fire, and now that such a big thing has suddenly happened, it should be true."

Gao Qingkui was stunned for a long while, then lay back softly, and then let out a long sigh: "I told him so many times not to put all his thoughts on women, otherwise something would happen sooner or later. He just wouldn't listen, and now it's been fulfilled."

After speaking, Gao Qingkui waved his hand powerlessly: "You go back, notify all employees to have a meeting tomorrow morning, don't make people panic."

"Okay!" Chang Tai turned and left.

In the interrogation room of the police station, in a small room of less than ten square meters, a dim light was on. Zheng Qianhua was handcuffed and sitting on a chair, with a male and a female police officer sitting opposite her.

"I was a mistress, I followed him when I was seventeen, and it's been more than twenty years. I don't know where he heard that the child wasn't his biological one. When he came back, he started beating me.

The more I resisted, the harder he beat me. At that time, I felt like I was about to be killed by him, so I struggled desperately. I don't know what I grabbed, and I stabbed it upward.

Only then did I realize that what I grabbed was a fruit knife, and it had already been stabbed into his throat, and the ground was full of blood. I was scared to death, so I thought about cleaning up the room, then taking him to the city and throwing him into the Jiangzhou River, so no one would know.

But in the end, I found that this method wouldn't work because I couldn't move him at all. Then I sat beside him, thinking about the bits and pieces of the past twenty years, how good he was to me, and felt that I had let him down, because the child really wasn't his. So I came to surrender, one life for one life, I want to return my life to him."