Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 322: The Ancestor Meets Zhang Meijuan

"There are some matters that require your cooperation at the police station," Jiangli said, looking into Zhang Meijuan’s bloodshot eyes. He glanced at the paper in her hand, which appeared to be some sort of notice, and asked, "Has there been a result in Mr. Qiang’s case?"

Zhang Meijuan choked up, "Yes, the police called me last night and said they had caught the murderer who killed my husband, and they have both eyewitness and physical evidence. They asked me to come today to learn about the details and the course of the case."

The police knew Zhang Meijuan was alone and without support, so they asked her to come to inquire about her demands. They could assist in applying for legal aid and litigate on her behalf to seek some legal compensation.

It was here that Zhang Meijuan saw the man who killed Qiang Hongtao.

With Shi Dahai’s confession in hand, the police arrested the suspect yesterday afternoon and detained him overnight.

This man was Yang Tianmin, the deputy general manager of Chengtian Group.

The reason Yang Tianmin wanted to kill Qiang Hongtao was simple: a project dispute.

Yang Tianmin needed this case to secure a promotion to the position of general manager, so he instructed someone to attack Qiang Hongtao.

Zhang Meijuan almost went mad when she heard Yang Tianmin personally confess.

"Abbot, I really can’t understand how just for a project... Why, just for some money, they could kill a living person, that’s a living life!"

In front of Jiangli, Zhang Meijuan couldn’t help but weep bitterly.

Seeing this, Fu Shiyan, who came along, stayed back and didn’t approach.

Wen Zishu and Xia Xin were also quite observant and didn’t come closer.

Zhang Meijuan truly regarded Jiangli as someone she could rely on and, in front of him, didn’t care about her image, crying until she could hardly breathe.

Jiangli took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Zhang Meijuan, saying, "You still have a child, you need to take care of your health."

Zhang Meijuan took the handkerchief, touching her belly with one hand while tears fell even more fiercely.

Jiangli really didn’t have the knack for comforting others.

Seeing Zhang Meijuan crying, she felt anxious, wanting to offer comfort, yet not knowing what to say.

Or perhaps, in such situations, the comfort of others is futile.

Zhang Meijuan cried silently for a while before wiping away her tears, taking a deep breath, and looking at Jiangli, saying, "However, no matter what, this at least provides an explanation for Hongtao."

"Yes, you should feel relieved now," Jiangli smoothly added, "I believe if Mr. Qiang were here, he definitely wouldn’t want you to be so sad, and you have to think about the child too."

Zhang Meijuan sniffled, touching her belly and said, "I know, Abbot, I’ll keep going for the sake of the child. I need to give this child a home."

Jiangli hummed in response, saying, "If you ever need help in the future, you can come to Jiaoyang Temple and find me."

Zhang Meijuan smiled rarely, "There’s no need, Abbot. I’ll manage to live well on my own. But I’ll still often come to Jiaoyang Temple to offer incense, hoping that the Abbot and the Patriarch will bless my child to grow up safely."

Jiangli said warmly, "They will."

Those two words meant everything to Zhang Meijuan.

It was as if Jiangli had subtly read her child’s fortune.

Zhang Meijuan relaxed a bit, knowing Jiangli had things to do and that she needed to go to the hospital for a check-up, so she left first.

After watching her leave the police station, Jiangli turned to Fu Shiyan and the others, saying, "Let’s go."

Fu Shiyan nodded and, with long strides, came over and entered the police station building with Jiangli.

Xia Xin and Wen Zishu followed behind.

Xia Xin was one thing.

Wen Zishu, the elegantly carefree young master, now rigidly resembled a bag-carrying assistant.

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