Chapter 631: Why Did You Call the Police?

Book – Chapter 631: Why Did You Call the Police? (Update 4)

Three years ago…

Zheng Xiangyu’s expression finally broke his usual calm—his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his upper lip curled. Lin.

It was an unmistakable look of disgust and anger… while Xiao Yu’s eyes gleamed ever so slightly.

You could feel Zheng Xiangyu’s burning anger over that kidnapping case.

“Back then, I was so caught up with running my hotel business that I was hardly ever home during the day.”

Guilt washed over Zheng Xiangyu’s face. “I had a nanny take care of my wife. I still feel terribly sorry about that.”

“If you loved your wife so much, why did you keep chasing business instead of staying at home with her?”

Xiao Yu’s question was acute and even a little caustic. “Or were you just all talk?”

Of course, he asked deliberately.

Yet there was something extra in the way he looked at Zheng Xiangyu.

It was the gaze of a kindred spirit!

“You don’t understand what I felt during ‘593’ back then,” he declared.

Zheng Xiangyu remained composed, not showing anger—only deep remorse. “My marriage was never a union of love. I was merely a poor kid, while my wife was considered what people call a ‘rich and beautiful lady.’ We met at school; she was timid and had hardly any friends beyond her dorm roommates.”

“One time, as she passed by the basketball court where we were playing, we accidentally bumped into her—she fell and got injured. I carried her to the infirmary and later took her to an off-campus hospital… As we became more acquainted, we slowly turned into a couple.”

“After graduation, I gathered the nerve to meet her parents, only to discover how wealthy her family was. They didn’t think I was worthy of their daughter, so they set me a test: manage a hotel…”

“I agreed and even abandoned my beloved major to run that hotel. In the end, through my hard work, I earned their approval—and they even gave me the hotel…”

It had that familiar vibe of a female-targeted novel… yet Xiao Yu refrained from interrupting the long-winded tale.

He was remarkably patient now.

Whenever he sensed something off, he made it a point to dig deeper.

Xiao Yu was eager for him to reveal even more.

“I must admit, those years were rather stifling…”

A gentle, happy smile played on Zheng Xiangyu’s lips. “But life with my wife was truly wonderful. Until… our maid was kidnapped!”

There it was… Xiao Yu fixed his gaze on him.

“That man… his name is Chen Guodong. He’s a taxi driver.”

Zheng Xiangyu’s expression turned increasingly dubious. “I know him!”

“Know him?” Xiao Yu asked, furrowing his brows.

“Yes.”

Zheng Xiangyu nodded. “Because of work, I often ended up drinking with clients and friends. After drinking, no one could drive, so I’d call a designated driver. Chen Guodong, a taxi driver, also worked as a designated driver.”

“At the time, he knew my phone number and even where I lived. We were pretty familiar—even in casual chats, he mentioned details about his sister.”

“But… I never expected him to resort to kidnapping. Thankfully, he never met my wife and mistakenly thought my maid was her. Otherwise…”

At this, Zheng Xiangyu’s face turned instantly pale and he began trembling uncontrollably. “Later, Chen Guodong called me, threatened me, and even demanded money. I said it was fine and ran home… only to find my wife was there, so I called the police…”

Watching his demeanor, Xiao Yu noted that even after three years…

Zheng Xiangyu was still filled with anxiety and fear, constantly worried about his wife.

One could only imagine that if Chen Guodong had kidnapped his wife…

Would she have met the same fate as the maid, dying alongside him?

Would her body have gone undiscovered for six months?

Xiao Yu regarded Zheng Xiangyu with a calm gaze.

The man appeared completely normal—nothing he had previously said was a lie.

However, his expressions of worry and fear left it uncertain whether his final words were entirely truthful.

Yet his overall demeanor and state were perfectly natural.

In other words, in that case three years ago, he and his family were merely victims?

Xiao Yu sank into deep thought.

His mind raced as he analyzed every word of Zheng Xiangyu’s account.

Searching for inconsistencies and probing hidden doubts.

And finally…

Xiao Yu identified just one single point of doubt.

Zheng Xiangyu called the police!

What kind of absurdity is that?

No normal person would ever think such a thing through.

Yet someone with Xiao Yu’s abnormal and twisted perspective could draw countless questions from that one detail.

First, Zheng Xiangyu came off as saintly—one who could forgive his enemies. So why call the police? Why not let Chen Guodong off?

Second, if we were the ones kidnapping someone and extorting money, wouldn’t we warn the victim’s family, threatening them not to call the police? Even if it were the maid instead of his wife, wasn’t he worried she’d be harmed?

Third, returning to him calling the police. Xiao Yu recalled that the case file from three years ago stated that Zheng Xiangyu only called the police after running home and discovering his wife…

From that, a ludicrous question emerged.

What era are we living in?

In this advanced age of communication, why wouldn’t he call his wife immediately or send a text to check on her?

Yet he ran home only to find her there?

And that doubt bred another.

Chen Guodong went to the victim’s home and kidnapped the maid.

The incident occurred around eight o’clock in the evening.

At that time, Zheng Xiangyu’s wife, Luo Yuying, was also at home.

During the entire kidnapping, Luo Yuying didn’t notice a thing?

Yet the case file from three years ago recorded her saying precisely that.

She claimed she was resting in her room—sleeping—unaware that the maid had been kidnapped.

At eight o’clock and already asleep?

Remember, one doesn’t instantly fall asleep—it takes time.

That means, even earlier—around 3:50 or so—Luo Yuying was already asleep.

Who in their right mind goes to bed at seven?

Xiao Yu frowned.

Or could it have all been just a coincidence?

Did Zheng Xiangyu call the police out of panic or anger, without considering the maid’s fate?

Could it be that Luo Yuying went to bed early because of her autism, while Chen Guodong managed to keep the maid silent from the start?

“One last question.”

Xiao Yu fixed his gaze on Zheng Xiangyu. “By the way, back then both you and your wife were victims. So why does Chen Rong believe her brother was murdered, and that you would know who the murderer is?”

Zheng Xiangyu’s expression changed once more.

He looked utterly confused and lost.

Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t know!”

Xiao Yu locked his eyes on Zheng Xiangyu’s.

Something was definitely amiss!

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