Chapter 320: 322 (1)_1
Huo Jinnan looked down at the cigarette butt between his fingers, his voice devoid of any warmth, "Speak for yourself, until I’m satisfied."
Che Zhiqiang thought of his mother, his son, and himself, as if sinking into deep memories, his voice beginning to tremble slightly, "Che Huan’s mother did not marry me as the rumors suggested, at that time, she was indeed several months pregnant..."
Huo Jinnan listened, his face slowly changing.
After Che Zhiqiang finished speaking, Huo Jinnan opened the notebook beside him, found a family photo of the Huo Family, and slid it across the desk to Che Zhiqiang, "Was the person who found you back then in here?"
Che Zhiqiang’s hand trembled terribly, barely managing to stabilize the monitor as he began to carefully identify the people in the photo. Seeing the man from the Huo Family in front of him in the picture, his already small eyes suddenly fixated, his arms shaking even more violently than before, almost flipping the notebook onto the floor.
The slender and tall man beside him steadied the computer in time.
It was only then that Che Zhiqiang regained his composure, raising his head to look at Huo Jinnan.
So, the stranger who had sought him out those years ago and this Mr. Huo belonged to the same family?
And considering he had seen the woman in the photo another time, who was Gu Jizhou’s mother! What was the relationship between Huo Jinnan and Gu Jizhou, and what was his purpose in finding out about the past now?
Huo Jinnan sat there, his gaze chillingly fixed on Che Zhiqiang, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, "Is there one?"
It took Che Zhiqiang a long time to catch his breath, "Yes, Mr. Huo."
Huo Jinnan remained silent, waiting for his answer.
Che Zhiqiang looked at Huo Jinnan, he had always kept this matter to himself, never mentioning it to others.
After pondering for a while, he didn’t dare lie, "The elderly man in the middle, the man on his left and the woman on his right."
Huo Jinnan took the notebook, glanced at it, Che Zhiqiang was referring to his father and Huo Jinyun, "Continue."
Che Zhiqiang tried to recall as much as possible, repeating everything he could remember, "At that time, they gave me two hundred thousand..."
Thinking about what Gu Jizhou’s mother had told him, he hesitated about whether to say it, looking in the direction of Huo Jinnan.
Huo Jinnan stared at Che Zhiqiang.
Feeling as if a single wrong word would expose everything, Che Zhiqiang struggled to remember, "I don’t recall the exact words too clearly, but in essence, she asked me to marry Wen Ru and acknowledge the child as mine."
He recalled that night he had drunk a little wine, was taken by Wen Ru’s beauty, nearly took her by force—
He dared not mention this because Wen Ru had resisted vehemently that night, nearly miscarried, and he was scared as well!
He skipped over that and mentioned some trivialities.
By the time he finished, the tall and slender man beside him had already recorded the video and audio.
Che Zhiqiang looked at Huo Jinnan, "That’s all I know."
Huo Jinnan extinguished the cigarette in his hand and glanced at the time, exactly two hours had passed.
He stood up, sweeping a glance at Che Zhiqiang, "Do you know what to do?"
Che Zhiqiang sat there, shaking like a sieve, thinking all those years had passed and it should have been safe, never expecting someone to dredge up the past again.
He looked in the direction of Huo Jinnan, then thought back to the photo he had just seen. Judging by Mr. Huo’s age, he should be Gu Jizhou’s mother’s younger brother, right?
So, Mr. Huo and his nephew had fallen in love with the same woman, Huanhuan? And then—
Fearing the troubles that speculation about aristocratic family affairs might bring, he dared not guess further.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses and said weakly, "I understand."
