Reversed Fate in the 70s: Marrying the Factory Director rather than Rough Man

“Wu Jinfeng, we have enough evidence to prove that you were involved in multiple trafficking cases, provided clues to traffickers, trafficked several children, and made a profit from it. Come with us!”

The onlookers were whispering among themselves. In the Railway Bureau family compound, two middle-aged men, looking worn and aged, suddenly leaped up upon hearing this and rushed through the police line.

“Wu Jinfeng, is it really you? Did you kidnap our Yanru?”

“You are so vicious. Our Old Zhang competed with your husband for the position of deputy director, and your husband lost. So you tripped him up, spreading rumors behind his back. You cursed us when we lost our child in the compound the first day, and then our Yanru disappeared the next day. Yanru has always been obedient and sensible. She never stays out late after school, and even when she goes to a classmate’s house, she always tells us in advance. That day, she said she was going to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books, but she didn’t come back until evening. We’ve been searching for three years, three long years. Yanru is such a good child, always ranking first in her class in exams. Where is my child? Tell me!”

The woman’s eyes were filled with tears, her gray hair disheveled with her excitement. She grabbed Wu Jinfeng by the throat, as though she wanted to tear her mouth open and force the truth about Yanru’s whereabouts from her.

“Comrade Public Security, what is going on?”

He Guoqing pushed through the crowd and stepped forward. “How could my wife have any connection with human traffickers? I don’t believe it.”

“I will kill you!” A man with a slightly hunched back grabbed He Guoqing by the collar and punched him. Blood spurted from his nose, and half of his glasses, which were as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, broke and flew off.

He Guoqing pushed the man away, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said, “Zhang Jianye, you’re out of your mind!”

“He Guoqing, our competition was an adult matter. I didn’t expect you to be so heartless, having Wu Jinfeng help traffickers kidnap and sell my Yanru. We’ve been neighbors for over 20 years. Yanru, it’s your father who ruined you, getting you involved with such a worthless person. My Yanru!”

Zhang Jianye was filled with grievances, regret, and sadness, but had nowhere to vent his anger. He punched the concrete flower bed repeatedly, blood pouring from his hand.

“You’re talking nonsense! I watched Yanru grow up. I was worried sick when she went missing. I even helped you search for her everywhere. Now you’re slandering me with your mouth! I tell you, Zhang Jianye, this isn’t over. Let’s go to the leaders and seek justice!”

Qi Shaoqiang intervened, separating the people, while a female police officer restrained Wu Jinfeng. The crowd followed them to the police station.

Zhang Jianye and his wife stayed at the police station all afternoon, refusing to leave. The officers felt sorry for them and brought them food, but neither of them ate. They just stared at where the human traffickers were being held.

“Comrades, you should go back, eat, and rest,” one officer said.