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Han Liqun placed his phone on the bed, gripping his hair with both hands, on the verge of a breakdown. The words that Yue had casually mentioned dug deep into Han Liqun's heart, leaving him restless.
It was too much of a coincidence. Just as he had been kidnapped by two thugs, his wife had someone clear out their home, all within the span of an hour. Moreover, she had never mentioned wanting to move, nor did they have a new house. Now, there was also a thirty-year-old man involved. Everything felt less like coincidence and more like a setup.
Thus, Han Liqun easily reached a conclusion: everything was orchestrated by his wife.
Only she knew his movements. On his way to the bank, she had hired two people to kidnap him, and afterward, the kidnappers had dumped him here. This explained why they hadn’t asked for money; his wife must have already paid them off. Then, she and her lover had emptied their home and eloped.
If that were the case, everything made sense. His wife didn’t want him dead; she left him food, water, and a phone. By the time he got out, she would have already run away with her lover to some unknown city, likely taking most of their assets with her.
But something must have gone wrong in between because this phone could only call one person. He couldn’t reach the police; they simply didn’t believe him.
Everything clicked into place—it was just like that.
Without a house, he knew his wife had never truly valued him. He might have money, but he lacked knowledge. Han Liqun had only graduated from middle school while his wife was a university student. Every time he attended her class reunions, watching her peers discuss topics he couldn’t grasp left him feeling helpless.
He should have realized that his wife didn’t love him as a person; she only loved his money. Xie Chunlan enjoyed the comfort and material pleasures his wealth provided but looked down on him for lacking depth and failing to meet her intellectual needs.
If given the chance to take his money and pursue something more fulfilling, Xie Chunlan would likely do just that.
In a fit of rage and humiliation, Han Liqun began pounding on the wooden bed frame until splinters flew everywhere. He kicked it so hard that he created a large hole in what had once been a perfectly good bed. Yet even then, he still hadn’t vented all his frustration; he was spiraling into madness. He had spent his life deceiving others and guarding against being deceived himself, but he never imagined that his own wife would betray him.
After over ten years of marriage, Xie Chunlan had always prepared breakfast for him before work, washed his clothes, polished his shoes—she had taken care of everything. But Han Liqun could hardly fathom that for the past decade, her gentle demeanor had all been an act.
It didn’t matter anymore; as long as he had money, there would be plenty of girls willing to marry him. All he needed was to find his son.
He glanced at the time on his phone—it was five twenty.
An hour had passed since the last call. At this moment, he didn’t care whether Xie Chunlan loved him or not; as long as he could get his son back, it would all be worth it.
At five thirty, the phone finally rang.
"Yue, how is my son doing?"
Han Liqun heard a commotion on the other end of the line, unsure of what was happening with Yue.
After a long silence, Yue finally spoke, his voice low and heavy. "Han Liqun, things have reached this point, and I really can't help you anymore. I'm afraid that if I investigate further, my life will be at stake too. Honestly, I can only tell you one thing: they aren't afraid to kill. Even if you have a life, you need money to spend it."
"What happened?"
At that moment, Han Liqun was truly confused. He couldn't comprehend what had transpired in such a short span of twenty hours that turned his life upside down. Was this what people referred to as karma? After deceiving others for thirty years, was it finally his turn to face the consequences?
He could tell that Yue's voice sounded weary and defeated, completely different from before. "I'm going to tell you everything as it is. I’ll return the hundred thousand in your Alipay and the thousand in your WeChat. After this call, just pretend I never contacted you and that I don't know who Han Liqun is."
"What on earth is going on!" Han Liqun was now extremely anxious. "Just tell me!"
Yue cleared his throat and slowly said, "Although that moving company is fake, the truck's license plate must be real. I followed that lead and found those people; surely I'll know where your son is."
"Right." Han Liqun agreed wholeheartedly.
Yue continued, "In this hour, you have no idea what I've been through. I don’t want to get involved any further."
"But what exactly happened?" Han Liqun pressed on.
Yue replied, "This is the strange part: I just found out the whereabouts of those two cars. Before I could investigate deeper, two men grabbed me from behind. They were tall and muscular; I couldn't resist at all. More importantly, they had knives—do you understand? The knives were stained with blood; they might have killed someone."
Images of two men flashed in Han Liqun's mind—those were the same two kidnappers who had taken him away before. Although he couldn't clearly remember their faces, their large builds and strength made him think of them immediately upon hearing Yue's words.
"And then?" Han Liqun felt the situation growing increasingly complicated.
Yue said, "You know I was stunned at that moment. I'm just a con artist—one who hasn't deceived many people at that. I know good deeds are rewarded while evil ones are punished; bad actions will eventually lead to retribution. But I never expected it would come so quickly. They took me to a warehouse where I also discovered those two cars."
"They locked me up for half an hour, and soon they found out my identity, where I lived, who was in my family, which school I attended, and even the name of my ex-girlfriend. Don't you think that's terrifying? They are not ordinary people; they hold our lives in their hands."
"Who are they?" Han Liqun felt a chill run down his spine.
Yue's voice grew lower, trembling slightly, revealing his fear. "I don't know, and I don't dare to find out. I shouldn't have gotten involved in your matters. If your wife is with these people, no matter if you can escape or not, do not go looking for them. Otherwise, you will die. If it weren't for the fact that I clarified I have no connection to this matter, I would probably be dead too..."
"Dead?" Han Liqun caught that word.
In an instant, he felt a wave of annoyance wash over him, quickly followed by fear.
"Don't call me anymore. After I hang up, this phone and the SIM card will be useless. I'll try to be a good person from now on and won't deceive anyone again. So let's leave it at that; good luck," Yue said.
Han Liqun felt abandoned, completely in the dark about what was happening.
"But can you at least tell me what happened? Why are you so scared?" Han Liqun pressed.
Silence lingered on the other end.
"Please, I'm begging you," Han Liqun pleaded again.
After a long pause, Yue finally spoke. "Once this is over, we should never contact each other again. By the way, I lied to you; my name doesn't even have the character 'Yue' in it. I won't tell you my real name. I was locked in a warehouse with several doors. Once inside, they pinned me to the ground and started beating me."
Han Liqun remained silent, listening intently.
Yue continued, "You might have provoked someone you shouldn't have. I saw your wife; she was in a room with several men. As for what they were doing... well, you can guess what I mean. It was clear your wife wasn't very willing, but she had no choice."
Han Liqun's mouth fell open in shock; he couldn't accept this reality.
He had deceived many people throughout his life. In thirty years, he didn't know if he had crossed paths with any significant figures, but there were indeed times when he had swindled large sums of money. If these people wanted revenge, it wasn't impossible. The betrayal of his wife suggested that someone might be plotting something against him.
Han Liqun felt a genuine fear creeping in; he suddenly had a premonition that he would die here.
"What else? What else is there?" Han Liqun stammered.
Yue replied, "Those people are not afraid of me seeing them; they are quite open about it. They know I won't dare to go out because if I do, my whole family will be doomed. We can't afford to provoke those people. The reason I'm telling you this is that you believe me. There's one last thing, and after I tell you, you'd better take care of yourself!"
"Alright." Han Liqun gritted his teeth, the words barely escaping through clenched jaws.
"There are several rooms in the warehouse, and they carried a sack out from one of them." Yue's voice suddenly dropped low, revealing his caution. "From the shape of the sack, it was clear there was a person inside—a child about one and a half meters tall. Blood was seeping out from the sack, and when your wife saw it, she fainted on the spot."
Han Liqun was completely stunned. "What do you mean? What are you saying?"
Yue concluded, "Your son's name is Han Changxue."
This statement was not a question; it was a declaration.
With that, Yue hung up the phone.
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