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

Cheng Jie was also stunned and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

He looked at the shiny handcuffs on Meng Guangcai's wrists, then at Chang Kun, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Chang Kun didn't look at him, but took half a step forward, facing Meng Guangcai directly: "Our new society is a society of the proletariat and the people, not a society of capitalists!"

"Meng Guangcai, as a capitalist, how dare you obstruct and insult the proletarian police in handling a case, and even threaten the police with Director Huang?"

"I think you've been living a comfortable life for too long and have forgotten your place!"

"Don't even mention the bureau chief, even if the minister came, he couldn't stop the proletariat from handling cases!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if a layer of air had been sucked out of the study, and everyone felt a tightness in their chest.

The hat was large and heavy. When it was put on Meng Guangcai's head, his face changed color. He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

He never expected that a mere police officer would dare to say such things in his own study and dare to put such a big accusation on his head.

He is Meng Guangcai, a capitalist in Beijing. He donated so many properties and met with so many leaders. Who wouldn't give him some face?

But this young man, this young man in the railway uniform, didn't buy into his act at all. He kept talking about the proletariat and capitalists, every word like a knife, cutting into the place he was most afraid of being touched.

What he fears most is being labeled a capitalist.

The pressure wasn't just on him, it was on his entire family and all his businesses.

Once the label was applied, Meng Guangcai was no longer Meng Guangcai; he became a "capitalist," someone who needed to be reformed, educated, and reformed.

The saying "a hat can crush a person" is no joke!

Meng Guangcai's tone softened, his voice carrying an unprecedented panic.

"I didn't obstruct the investigation, I was just heartbroken over the loss of my daughter... My daughter just died, I was in a bad mood, and I spoke a little harshly... That's not what I meant..."

Chang Kun raised his hand, pressed down on Meng Guangcai's shoulder, and shoved him into a chair: "Speak only when I ask you a question, don't ramble on!"

Meng Guangcai's lips trembled twice, and he didn't dare to speak again.

Cheng Jie stood there, watching this scene, marveling inwardly.

Having been the director for so many years, I've dealt with all sorts of people—some who act tough, some who cheat, some who whine and scream, some who pretend to be crazy—but never before have I encountered anything like today.

He was a police station chief, a respectable public security officer, and he was almost kicked out of the house by a capitalist. If Chang Kun hadn't been there, I really don't know how this situation would have ended.

Bringing my brother-in-law was the right decision. This guy is not only good at fighting, but also has a silver tongue. He put a big accusation on Meng Guangcai, and Meng Guangcai didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Cheng Jie sighed inwardly, but showed no emotion on his face, keeping his expression tightly controlled: "Meng Guangcai, now I'm going to ask you a question, and you must answer truthfully."

Meng Guangcai lowered his head, looked at the handcuffs on his wrists, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

"Meng Guangcai, when did you find out that Meng Wantang is not your biological daughter?" Cheng Jie deliberately changed the way he asked the question, not asking if he knew about it, but directly asking when he found out.

Meng Guangcai raised his head and looked at Cheng Jie, his face showing a mixture of grievance, anger, and just the right amount of restraint.

"The police can't just falsely accuse people!" His voice trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing anger and grief. "My daughter is dead, why are you saying these things about her? What did she do wrong? I'll cooperate with your investigation, but you can't tarnish the reputation of a dead person like this."

His eyes reddened, but no tears fell; the redness wasn't genuine.

Chang Kun watched Meng Guangcai's performance from the sidelines without feeling anything.

The performance was too contrived; every word and every expression seemed rehearsed.

But he has no evidence, at least not now, so he can only watch and wait.

Cheng Jie stared at Meng Guangcai for a few seconds, then looked away from his face and turned to Zhou Ruolan.

Zhou Ruolan clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, lowered her head, and let a few strands of her hair fall down, covering half of her face.

She huddled in the corner, hoping no one would see her, hoping no one would call her, hoping all of this would pass quickly.

But things always happen.

"Zhou Ruolan," Cheng Jie spoke up, "does your man, Meng Guangcai, even know that Meng Wantang isn't his biological daughter?"

Zhou Ruolan lowered her head even further, curled up into a ball, and trembled for a long time without uttering a single word.

Cheng Jie's voice rose even higher: "Zhou Ruolan, are you also going to fight against the proletariat? This is to find the real culprit for your daughter, answer me!"

Zhou Ruolan's shoulders trembled violently, and she managed to squeeze out a few words, her voice barely audible, "I...I don't know."

"Is it that he doesn't know, or that you don't know whether he knows or not?"

Zhou Ruolan's lips trembled even more violently. After several seconds, she finally managed to say haltingly, "I...I don't know."

As soon as she said those words, she felt as if all her energy had been drained away. Her shoulders slumped, her eyes closed, and she gasped for breath.

Meng Guangcai had recovered from his earlier panic, and there was even a faint smile on his lips as he looked at Zhou Ruolan, speaking very softly, as if he were comforting a wronged child.

"Ruolan, don't be afraid of them. Wantang is our biological daughter. Don't overthink it, and don't talk nonsense."

Chang Kun's gaze never left Meng Guangcai's face. When Cheng Jie asked Zhou Ruolan earlier, there was no anger or surprise on his face.

He simply sat there, looking at Zhou Ruolan with a calm expression.

What is the normal reaction when someone is asked, "Do you know if your daughter is not your biological child?"

Was it shock, anger, or confusion?

Will he slam his fist on the table and curse, or will he fly into a rage like before?!

But Meng Guangcai did not.

He was too calm, abnormally calm.

Moreover, the shift in his emotions from rage to calm was too rapid. It didn't seem like a genuine change in emotion; it was more like someone who already knew the answer and was just pretending to be surprised and angry.

Looking at Meng Guangcai's smiling face, Chang Kun sneered inwardly.

Having never studied acting, even with his own mental preparation, Meng Guangcai's performance was still far from satisfactory.

A real father, upon hearing that his daughter is not his biological child, would not first smile and encourage his wife not to talk nonsense.

That kind of "I knew it all along" aura that comes from the very core of one's being can never be convincingly acted out.

Cheng Jie turned around and angrily shouted, "Did I tell you to speak? Shut your mouth!"

He also realized that as long as he stood firm, the capitalists would naturally back down.