She remarried a cold-faced, powerful man, and the scumbag regretted it and cried his heart out.

Inside the meditation room, Cheng Wenhao plopped down on a futon, his long legs casually crossed, exuding an air of nonchalance.

He tapped his knees absently with his folding fan, but his eyes darted around, clearly still pondering Master Mingyuan's profound and mysterious words.

"Hey, little monk, what exactly did your abbot mean by what he just said to me?"

Mingyuan picked up the purple clay teapot and poured him a cup of tea. "The Buddha said, 'It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken.' Why must you insist on understanding, benefactor?"

Cheng Wenhao picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said, "After all that talk, it's all so vague and unclear. What's the difference between saying nothing and saying nothing at all? Isn't it just being deliberately mysterious and pretentious?"

“You are mistaken, benefactor.” Mingxin shook his head. “Everything in the world has its own destiny. Everything in the world has its own destiny, which cannot be forced by human power, nor can it be fully described in words.”

"Destiny?" Cheng Wenhao's interest was piqued, and he pressed on, "Little monk, what destiny? Tell me, is my destiny good or bad? Am I just unlucky and destined to have a terrible time? Or is it that my ancestral graves have been blessed with good feng shui, and I'm about to have great fortune?"

Mingxin smiled, “Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. This humble monk observes that your forehead is radiant and your complexion is excellent, as if auspicious purple energy is coming from the east. I presume that your benefactor is already on his way and will arrive soon.”

Cheng Wenhao's eyes lit up. What a benefactor!

Although his life has been smooth sailing, what people lack most in life is the help of benefactors!

If one has a benefactor to help them, wouldn't they be able to avoid many detours and rise to the top?

"Where are they? Are they male or female? How old are they? What do they look like?"

“Amitabha, you are attached to appearances.” Mingyuan put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer. “When the time comes, you will naturally know. Everything is due to karma.”

……

Several ragged little beggars, disheveled and dirty-faced, came to the gate of the Jiang residence, stretching out their filthy little hands to beg from passersby.

The gatekeeper, used to such scenes, didn't want them to spoil the peace of the mansion. Just as he was about to drive them away, one of the older beggars suddenly knelt down with a thud, grabbed the gatekeeper's leg, and wailed, "Sir, please have mercy and give us some food! We haven't eaten for days!"

The cries were heart-wrenching, and perhaps because of the young age, they sounded especially pitiful.

Seeing that he was crying pitifully, and that he was pale, thin, and dressed in tattered clothes, the gatekeeper couldn't help but feel a little pity for him.

He hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to take out a few copper coins from his waist to send the beggars away, but the little beggar took the opportunity to stuff a crumpled note into the gatekeeper's hand.

The doorman's heart skipped a beat. What was going on?

He slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the beggar kneeling on the ground. But the little beggar's eyes were very clear, not like someone who had done something wrong. Instead, they were filled with pleading and expectation. He instantly understood that someone was using him to pass on a message.

He took the note, glanced at it quickly, and then casually stuffed it into his sleeve. He then took out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the little beggar.

With a stern face, he said, "Take it, but don't come here again, lest you offend someone important and get a beating."

The little beggars gratefully accepted the coins and ran off in a flash.

The gatekeeper watched their figures disappear around the street corner, then looked around before turning and entering the mansion. He quickly walked towards the inner courtyard and handed the note to Jiang Jin'an.

Jiang Jin'an unfolded the note. The ink on the paper was sparse, containing only a short line: "Women are seen entering and leaving the residence in the west of the city."

After reading the note, his expression remained unchanged. He handed the paper to Shen Jingshu, saying, "It's a message sent by Changyi. It seems there's indeed some activity at the mansion in the west of the city."

Inside the private room of Jinhua Tower, several plates of exquisite tea snacks were laid out on the table, with the aroma of tea wafting through the air.

Jiang Jin'an, Shen Jingshu, Cheng Wenhao, and Gu Changyi sat around the table.

Gu Changyi looked at Cheng Wenhao, "This matter still requires your intervention."

Cheng Wenhao's face was as long as a donkey's. "Why is it me again? It's always me. Why don't you think of me when you have something good to do?"

Jiang Jin'an spoke up, "The Cheng family's affairs with Yangzhou are complicated. It's most appropriate for you to step in, and no one else can say anything about it."

Cheng Wenhao slammed his hand on the table, refusing to go no matter what.

"Why am I the most suitable? This is too risky. If something goes wrong, not only will I be in trouble, but my family will also be implicated. You are all either captains or princes, none of you are less distinguished than me. Why do I have to take the risk? No way!"

Shen Jingshu sat to the side, smiling as she flattered him: "After my husband returned, he told me that when you were in Yangzhou, you were fearless in the face of danger, full of wisdom, and you fooled those people. You were truly outstanding and had the demeanor of a great general. My husband and I are very relieved to leave this matter to you."

"Shen Jingshu, stop it! Don't try to sweet-talk me!" Cheng Wenhao rolled his eyes, unmoved. "Jiang Jin'an, aren't you going to do anything about your wife? Is this how you push someone into a fire pit?!"

Jiang Jin'an found his words quite agreeable, but he didn't agree with him. "Jing Shu is right. You remained calm and composed in the face of danger, which really helped me a lot. If you want to know what the Cheng family did and how they are involved in this matter, this is also an opportunity."

Cheng Wenhao was still not very willing.

He's a spoiled brat who can't even kill a chicken, but he's good at being sarcastic and having cricket fights.

He's good at setting traps, but he doesn't know kung fu. What if someone tries to kill him? He can't win a fight, and he can't outrun them.

Just thinking about it makes my neck feel cold.

But he was also genuinely worried about his family.

If you really get involved and something happens, it's good if you can save your life even if you lose all your wealth. The worst thing is if you lose your head, and then you'll have nowhere to cry.

Cheng Wenhao looked distressed, his head almost touching the ground.

Gu Changyi urged from the side, "Are you going or not? Just say the word! If you're not going, I'll find someone else."

"Go away, go away, I'll go, okay?" Cheng Wenhao looked utterly hopeless. "I must have owed you guys something in my past life, and I'm here to pay it off in this one."

After they had made their decision, they got up to leave.

Cheng Wenhao lingered at the back, watching Jiang Jin'an and Shen Jingshu walk side by side, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He admired their courage and sense of responsibility, as well as their wisdom and methods.

But what about yourself?

Can he really be like them, risking his life for the sake of so-called righteousness?

"The benefactor is on his way..." Cheng Wenhao muttered to himself, a thought suddenly popping into his mind: Could it be that the benefactor the little monk was talking about is them?

But then I thought about it again and realized that my idea was ridiculously absurd.