Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

The last few words were pronounced very heavily, and Meng Guangcai's face changed, turning from ashen to flushed.

"My daughter fell into the artificial lake and drowned. Instead of letting her rest in peace, you're using her death to make a fuss?"

His voice rose, filled with a long-suppressed anger.

"I've already handed over so much! The factory! The house! Everything! What more do you want? You still want to use my daughter's death as leverage?! Wasn't her death tragic enough?!"

He pulled his hand back from the edge of the table and waved it in the air, as if chasing away something unseen.

Cheng Jie didn't speak, and neither did Chang Kun.

The study was quiet for a moment, with only Meng Guangcai's heavy breathing, hot breath coming out of his nostrils, his chest heaving, and his shoulders trembling slightly.

Cheng Jie remained unmoved, took half a step forward, and looked directly into Meng Guangcai's eyes: "Mr. Meng, we have found new clues."

Meng Guangcai paused in his breathing, narrowed his eyes, and scanned Cheng Jie's face twice, his lips curling down in a disdainful arc.

"A new clue? Could it be another one that's used to frame my wife?"

As he said this, he looked away from Cheng Jie's face and scanned the study.

The man standing at the door, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and carrying two pens, was pressed against the door frame like a gecko stuck to a wall. Hearing Meng Guangcai's mockery, he remained unmoved and instead grinned.

Meng Guangcai's gaze fell on Cheng Jie, his chin raised, and his finger tapped on the table.

"I want to see what kind of clue it is! If we can't figure it out, we'll ask your Director Huang what kind of team he's leading!"

The air in the study seemed to have been sucked away by something; it was so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window.

Cheng Jie stood in front of the desk, his expression calm, staring intently into Meng Guangcai's eyes: "We have confirmed that Meng Wantang is not your biological daughter."

As soon as these words came out, Shi Shi was shocked!

Zhou Ruolan's face turned as white as paper in an instant, her lips trembled, her fingers trembled, and her whole body shook uncontrollably.

I just admitted to Cheng Jie yesterday that my daughter is the artist's child, and I never expected him to expose it today. He deserves to die!

Meng Guangcai's face also changed, turning ashen, his pupils shrinking to tiny dots, and his jaw clenched tightly.

But Chang Kun saw not only anger in his eyes, but also a hint of panic.

"You're talking nonsense! What are you up to!" Meng Guangcai pointed at Cheng Jie, his finger almost poking Cheng Jie's nose.

"My daughter is dead, and you dare to throw dirty water on her! You're asking for it! Don't think that just because we're liberated now, I can't touch you!!"

The man in the Zhongshan suit, who had been standing against the doorframe, straightened up and smirked, "Cheng Jie, your clues are even more outrageous than mine. Someone of Meng Guangcai's stature, wouldn't he know whether it's his own daughter or not?"

Meng Guangcai suddenly turned his head and glared at the man, his gaze like two knives stabbing into the man's face. The man quickly looked away.

He slammed his hand on the table, causing the inkstone on it to jump up: "Get out, all of you! Get out!"

The voice no longer sounded like a human voice; it was like a low growl coming from the depths of a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

Cheng Jie's expression changed as well. He braced himself on the table and leaned forward slightly: "Meng Guangcai, you better behave! We're investigating a case. If you dare to swear again, we'll handcuff you!"

Meng Guangcai was stunned for a moment.

Looking at Cheng Jie's tense face, he suddenly smiled.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was grating. He stretched out both hands at the same time, wrists together, and thrust them forward, his chin raised, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Torture me? Come on! Do you have the guts?"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, but every word was like a slap in the face, one after another, slapping Cheng Jie's face, and slapping the face of everyone present.

"Even if your Director Huang came, he'd better think twice before he tries to arrest me!"

Cheng Jie's hand froze in mid-air, his jaw clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He knew that Meng Guangcai was telling the truth. If a capitalist like Meng Guangcai, who had donated so many properties to the government, were suddenly handcuffed without warning, what would the other bigwigs think?

Those who are still observing, hesitating, or considering whether to leave, will probably have to submit their applications overnight upon seeing this scene.

It's easy to copy, but who will solve the problems that follow?

Cheng Jie understood this principle, and so did Meng Guangcai.

Meng Guangcai was certain of this, which is why he dared to extend his hand and say, "Do you have the guts?"

Just as Cheng Jie was caught in a dilemma, a hand reached out from behind him.

Chang Kun moved so fast that no one present could react in time. He removed the handcuffs from Cheng Jie's waist with a swift and decisive motion.

The clicking of metal echoed in the quiet study as one end of the handcuffs fastened to Meng Guangcai's left wrist and the other to his right, fitting snugly against his knuckles.

"I've never seen anyone voluntarily ask to be handcuffed before. I have no choice but to reluctantly comply with your request."

Chang Kun spoke in a flat tone, clapped his hands after copying, as if he had done something insignificant, and his face was expressionless.

The study was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Meng Guangcai looked down at the handcuffs on his wrists, then looked up at Chang Kun, then at Cheng Jie. His expression changed from astonishment to anger, and then from anger to a sneer.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned upwards, forming an arc that carried mockery and disdain.

"Good! Very good!!" Meng Guangcai only said one word.

The voice wasn't loud, but the tone was full of meaning, as if saying "You wait and see," or "Let's see how you get out of this."

He placed his handcuffed hands on the table, the metal striking the mahogany surface with a dull thud.

Everyone present was stunned.

Zhou Ruolan's mouth was agape, her eyes wide open, and she forgot to close them.

The man by the door frame was so shocked his jaw almost dropped to his chest. The expression in his eyes changed from watching the spectacle to being shocked, and then from being shocked to feeling a little scared.

If Meng Guangcai were to take all the things he said in the courtyard into account when he goes berserk, who would he be able to reason with?

Meng Guangcai raised his wrist, and the handcuff chains rattled.

He looked at Chang Kun, the curve of his lips widening as he sneered repeatedly.

There was no more talk, nor was there any need to. That smile said it all—you think you've won by handcuffing me? No, this is just the beginning.

Chang Kun smiled faintly. Others might not know the status of capitalists these days, but he knew it very well.

They seemed to still have a little bit of status, but their glory days were numbered very quickly.

All we need to get back at them is an excuse.

Now that Meng Guangcai has committed a crime and is in deep trouble, does he really think he can get away safely? It's going to be very difficult!