Xia Xin relayed to Jiangli that Wan Jiayuan had said he found his mother’s remains, which seemed to be related to his father. He was completely at a loss about what to do next and wanted to seek advice from the Abbot.
He also wanted the Abbot’s contact information.
As Xia Xin sent over his own cell phone number, he asked Jiangli for his opinion.
Jiangli said, "What’s there to talk about? Since they’ve found her, just let the police handle the investigation."
Xia Xin responded with an "Oh" and had just sent the message when Wan Jiayuan’s call came through.
At that moment, Wan Jiayuan had just rushed to the restroom in his car to make the call to Xia Xin.
Xia Xin couldn’t help but look at Jiangli, "Ancestor, should we answer the call?"
Jiangli pondered for a moment, "Answer it, it’s fine."
Only then did Xia Xin pick up, "Hello, Mr. Wan..."
"Hello, is this, is this a master from Jiaoyang Temple?" Wan Jiayuan’s voice was quite hoarse and tense, "I, I really don’t know what to do now..."
Xia Xin felt somewhat embarrassed, "This..."
Wan Jiayuan continued, "How can it be ? How could my dad have killed my mom? Isn’t there some kind of misunderstanding? Can you ask the Abbot to take a look and tell me it’s a misunderstanding, this must be a misunderstanding, right..."
Xia Xin scratched his face and looked towards Jiangli, covering the phone, he whispered to Jiangli for advice.
Jiangli, after hearing what Wan Jiayuan wanted to ask, picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, then said, "Tell him to give me his father’s birth date and time."
Xia Xin relayed the request.
Wan Jiayuan quickly provided a birth date, "Will this do?"
Xia Xin asked Jiangli.
Jiangli’s smile was teasing, "He can’t remember his mother’s birth date and time, but he remembers his father’s."
Jiangli’s voice was not soft.
Wan Jiayuan on the other end of the phone heard as well.
Throughout his life, no one actually knew when his mother’s birthday was.
He had never seen his family celebrate his mother’s birthday either.
As for his father’s...
His grandmother had always remembered it and would prepare a bowl of longevity noodles for that day.
Now that Wan Jiayuan had made something of himself, he would also make time to return home every year to celebrate his father’s birthday.
Therefore, he remembered his father’s birth date and time very clearly.
He did not remember his mother’s.
Wan Jiayuan felt even more troubled in his heart.
However, Jiangli said nothing more and, after calculating based on the birth date and time Wan Jiayuan had reported, spoke after a moment, "Don’t hold onto any false hope. He is burdened with karma; his relationship with his former wife was strained, and his current wife’s relationship isn’t any better. His destiny suggests that marital relations are prone to problems—marital discord, a dominant husband and a weak wife, the wife either dead or harmed, unless he finds someone with a stronger birth chart than his. However, looking at the current situation, the birth charts of both his wives are weaker than his."
Xia Xin tensed up, "Then... did his father really kill his mother?"
Jiangli ate indifferently, "Let the police investigate. But he shouldn’t hold onto any hope."
He suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Wan Jiayuan.
Is there anything more difficult for a child to accept than a father killing a mother?
He carefully chose his words, gently conveying the message to Wan Jiayuan.
The last shred of hope in Wan Jiayuan’s heart shattered. He covered his mouth, leaned against the restroom door, and squatted down, crying inconsolably.
Through the phone, Xia Xin could hear his stifled sobs.
Xia Xin, in order to preserve a bit of dignity for Wan Jiayuan, silently hung up the phone.
"Dad killed Mom, what happened?" Chen Tianxu asked urgently, seeing that they had finally stopped talking.
The vague conversation between Jiangli and Xia Xin had scared him quite a bit.