Fan Siguo obtained the company’s analysis report and confronted He Cheng directly, accusing He Cheng of deceiving him.
In a fit of shame and anger, He Cheng grabbed a kitchen knife and hacked at Fan Siguo several times while Fan Siguo turned to leave.
He admitted that he was blinded by rage at the time and did not remember how many times he struck.
By the time he came to his senses, Fan Siguo was already lying in a pool of blood.
At that moment, He Cheng realized he had made a grave mistake and, without a second thought, ran out of the house.
In fact, He Cheng had considered kidnapping Fan Siguo if he did not give him the money.
No matter what, he was determined to get a large sum of money.
But his attack on Fan Siguo really was impulsive, not premeditated.
However, police investigations revealed that He Cheng did not use a kitchen knife, but a pig-slaughtering knife that he had bought shortly before meeting with Fan Siguo.
In other words, He Cheng had thought about acting if negotiations failed all along.
It was nothing like the crime of passion he claimed.
Wu Mei, informed of the police investigation, sent all the details to Jiangli hoping he would see them.
After reading, Jiangli handwrote a reply: "I saw it, glad they caught the murderer."
It seemed like Wu Mei was constantly waiting for Jiangli’s response.
Not long after Jiangli’s message was sent, Wu Mei replied.
"Abbot, with this case resolved, my husband said today that once he’s better, we’ll visit Jiaoyang Temple together to offer our prayers."
Jiangli: "You’re welcome anytime."
Wu Mei then sent a series of messages expressing gratitude.
After replying briefly, Jiangli moved on to other messages.
There were a few others wishing to purchase peace charms.
Jiangli replied to each, asking them to come back in a couple of days.
It was the first time Jiangli had learned to type by hand, and he was thoroughly enjoying responding to every private message.
Lin Yurong watched by the side with a mix of laughter and tears.
It seemed as though the Abbot was like a child with a novel toy, unwilling to stop until having his fill of fun.
"Hey, hey, are there any other special features on this phone? Teach me!" Jiangli, caught up in his excitement, grabbed Lin Yurong by the side, eagerly asking for guidance.
Lin Yurong chuckled and started showing Jiangli how to make the most of his phone in a gentle manner.
But she had gaps in her memory.
As she taught Jiangli, she also began to recover some of her everyday memories.
Under Lin Yurong’s instruction, Jiangli became more and more adept at using his phone.
It turned out that even within the same app, there were different ways to play.
Jiangli’s cells were buzzing with excitement, "Lin Yurong, why don’t you stay, be my teacher? I feel like you teach better than Xia Xin."
Lin Yurong was taken aback, "Can I really stay?"
"There’s no reason you can’t." Jiangli didn’t even lift his head, his eyes sharply focused on the phone screen, "I’ll just mention it to Old Cui. As long as you’re willing."
"Willing! Of course, I’m willing! Thank you, Abbot!" Lin Yurong, hearing this, became a bit emotional, feeling as though her entire being was ignited with passion even though she was just a Spiritual Body, and she thanked him repeatedly.
Even as a ghost, she did not want to go to a dark and dismal place. If she could stay, it would be the best outcome.
Jiangli chuckled, and thus the matter of Lin Yurong staying on as a teacher was decided.
As a novice teacher, Lin Yurong took her role very seriously and taught Jiangli various smartphone tricks with great dedication.
Meanwhile, Xia Xin, lying on the bed, was completely unaware that his position was gradually being usurped.