Zhang Wanru frantically kept dialing Chen Xiaohe's number.
"His phone is already off, don't waste your energy," Lin An said coldly.
Zhang Wanru's face was ashen, and she lay sprawled on the ground without uttering a word. She couldn't believe what Lin An had told her.
After a long silence, she lunged at Lin An's legs like a madwoman, screaming and demanding answers:
"Did you hide him? Give Xiao He back to me!"
"Give it back to me!"
"Why do you have to go against me? Why did I give birth to you? You were born to bring me bad luck, you are a jinx, nothing good has ever happened since you were born."
"Why is my life so miserable? My child is working against me."
Zhang Wanru burst into tears, vehemently accusing Lin An.
Lin An frowned and took a deep breath. If it were his past life, he would have been heartbroken to hear these words. Even now, his heart still aches.
Fortunately, the pain was short-lived.
He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, looking at Zhang Wanru with a determined gaze, and snapped, "Shut up!"
Zhang Wanru dared not tear at Lin An anymore, but she still cried desperately.
"I didn't call the police, and I don't want to hear you say these things!" Lin An said in a low voice.
"Tell me, how exactly did my grandfather, Lin Tianyou, die?"
Lin An spoke softly, but Zhang Wanru was suddenly startled, her eyes filled with terror. She shrank to the ground, neither crying nor speaking, uttering not a sound.
Lin An had already guessed most of it in his mind, and Zhang Wanru's behavior at this moment further confirmed his previous guess: Lin Tianyou's death was inseparable from Zhang Wanru and Lin Haoran.
However, the details of the process still need to be investigated.
Lin An's eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour someone, and he roared, "Did you kill Lin Tianyou?"
"I didn't! I didn't do it, it wasn't me!" Zhang Wanru's voice trembled.
Zhang Wanru did not deny that Lin Tianyou died a violent death, which in itself was a tacit admission.
Lin An glared at her and sneered a few times:
“Zhang Wanru, you can’t fool me. I’ve seen Grandpa’s grave. The ashes inside aren’t his. Only you and Lin Haoran handled his funeral arrangements. His death is definitely related to the two of you. It’s either Lin Haoran or you!”
"Tell me the truth, and I'll forgive you and not send you to jail."
Zhang Wanru was terrified. She didn't know if Lin An would really let her go. She stared blankly at the floor, not saying a word.
Lin An unscrewed the mineral water bottle beside him, took a sip of water, and his voice softened:
“You are my biological mother, I will not do anything to you. All I want now is to find Grandpa’s ashes so that he can rest in peace.”
“As you know, we business people care a lot about feng shui. My ancestral graves have a great influence on my career. I can find a great feng shui master to create an excellent feng shui arrangement for my grandfather’s burial.”
"I can forgive and forget what happened in the past, but you must tell me the truth, because different ways of dying correspond to different feng shui arrangements."
Zhang Wanru bit her lip, carefully observing Lin An's expression and considering the truthfulness of his words.
Lin An continued, "I was lost when I was two years old and didn't see my grandfather much. I don't have much affection for Lin Tianyou, but it's not good that he's affecting my career."
Zhang Wanru thought it made a lot of sense. Lin Tianyou treated her like his own daughter, and she didn't hold back when she took action. Family affection was a false proposition from beginning to end.
Lin An was her son, so he should have inherited some of her traits. He probably wouldn't care how Lin Tianyou died.
Zhang Wanru asked timidly, "If I tell you the truth, will you really let me go?"
"real."
"Then promise it!"
"I promise I won't call the police, I'll let you go, and I'll even give you back your first love," Lin An said earnestly.
Zhang Wanru refused to believe that Chen Xiaohe was a liar. She preferred to believe that Chen Xiaohe had been imprisoned by the ruthless Lin An. Upon hearing that he could be found, she hurriedly said, "Then it's a deal!"
Zhang Wanru clutched her chest, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said:
“Back then, your grandfather was unwilling to give his company shares to Lin Haoran, and even wanted him to leave the company.”
"Lin Haoran is an only child. He didn't understand why Lin Tianyou did this, and gradually he came to hate him."
"One day, Lin Haoran learned from a lawyer friend that Lin Tianyou was preparing to change his will. He wanted to donate half of his wealth to do good deeds and pray for your well-being in order to find you."
"He doesn't plan to give the other half of his fortune to us either; he intends to entrust it all to a family trust."
“Once the money goes into the family trust, it becomes the money of the entire family and is passed down from generation to generation. Lin Haoran will no longer be able to spend it freely and will only be able to receive two million in pocket money every year. This amount of money is not enough for him to support his mistresses, so naturally he is not satisfied.”
"So he decided to kill him. One day, he sent away the housekeeper, the housekeeper, and me, and put the drug in Lin Tianyou's tea."
“When I got home, Lin Tianyou was already dead. I was terrified. Lin Haoran threatened me that I couldn’t tell anyone and that I had to help him with my grandfather’s funeral.”
“I dared not tell anyone about this. At that time, your older sisters were still young, and I had dropped out of university, had no diploma, and knew nothing. If Lin Haoran was found by the police and went to jail, how would my daughters and I survive? So I could only help him keep it a secret.”
Lin An clenched his fists involuntarily. He suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice, "Then where are my grandfather's ashes? Where did you put them?"
Zhang Wanru pursed her lips and continued:
"After Lin Tianyou died, Lin Haoran had nightmares every night. He was afraid that your grandfather would come back to take revenge on him. He said that your grandfather was a ruthless man, and even in death he was more powerful than other people."
"Lin Haoran asked me to find a master. We spent one million yuan. The master agreed to build a well on the mountain to place Lin Tianyou's ashes, so that his soul could be trapped."
The well is inscribed with scriptures, and the dry well traps the souls of the dead. Lin An had seen this practice in the "Collection of Life Skills". It is an extremely insidious magic array, and those trapped in it will never be able to be reborn.
Lin An's entire body trembled. He never expected that Lin Haoran and Zhang Wanru would be so ruthless.
He struggled to control his nerves, which were on the verge of exploding, and asked calmly:
"Who is the master? Where is the well? Tell me, and I'll let you go right now."
Zhang Wanru hurriedly pulled out her phone's contacts, intending to forward the master's business card to Lin An, only to discover that she had never added Lin An's contact information in all this time.
She handed the phone to Lin An: "This master is called Wang Shi. He is a monk from Pudu Island and seems to be the abbot of Pudu Temple now. The well is on the back mountain of Pudu Temple."
Lin An squatted down and wrote down the contact information. To be on the safe side, he immediately dialed the number.
"Excuse me, are you Master Wang Shi?"
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