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Chapter 1673: Recite the Guanyin Heart Sutra Again

A filthy slut who fooled around outside, making her husband a cuckold.

No one could determine just who was in the right or wrong.

Nevertheless, most felt rather rueful over this entire situation.

Those two had been so in love before.

No one expected that this loving couple would end up with such animosity for each other.

Wen Xinya evaded the reporters and secretly visited her Grandpa in the hospital. Grandma immediately turned and entered the washroom the moment she saw Wen Xinya. She was obviously not willing to greet her.

Wen Xinya didn’t mind but just gazed at her bedridden Grandpa. Her heart felt extremely heavy.

She held Grandpa’s hand and said in a low voice, “Grandpa, quickly wake up. The Wen Family cannot go on without you. The Wen Corporation also needs you to hold down the fort.”

Things were starting to get out of control at Wen Corporation because of Grandpa’s coma. She was now most worried about news of Grandpa’s coma being leaked out, which would invite a hail of trouble upon the Wen Corporation.

Xia Ruya was like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows and spying on the Wen Corporation. She might sneak in any time and give it a vicious bite.

The Korean-Chinese Alliance had lost their pawn, Ning Shuqian, and was now desperately trying to find another way to regain control of the entertainment city project. They would definitely take advantage of Wen Corporation’s current mess to finagle their way in.

Wen Corporation could not be thrown into chaos at this point or else all her plans would have been for naught.

Wen Xinya glanced at Grandpa’s white hair. Her heart ached. “Grandpa, I hope that you will be healthy and live a long life like Grampy!”

She couldn’t help tearing up.

After speaking a bit more with her Grandpa, Wen Xinya went to look for his attending doctor.

“From a medical point of view, this type of coma usually lasts about three months. Old Mr. Wen has already been unconscious for half a month and his body has been recovering quite well. His vital signs are also rather stable. However, we missed the golden window of opportunity to help him regain consciousness, which has lowered his chances of waking up. The longer he remains in a coma, the lower the chances of him regaining consciousness.”

Wen Xinya felt very solemn after understanding Grandpa’s current condition.

She suddenly felt very aggrieved and a lingering sourness crept across her heart.

Since getting together with Si Yiyan, he had always been by her side. It was like no matter what happened, she would always have him to lean on.

Now that Grandpa was unconscious, the Wen Corporation in a mess and Wen Haowen was up to his tricks—she suddenly missed Si Yiyan terribly.

It had been two months since Si Yiyan left.

And it had been over half a month since he last contacted her.

Wen Xinya could no longer bear the longing in her heart. She dialed Si Yiyan’s number. She would feel comforted even if all she heard was the impersonal voice of the answering service.

“Xinya?”

Wen Xinya’s hand tightened around her mobile phone!

She could hardly believe that Si Yiyan actually answered her call. Wen Xinya hurriedly wiped away the tears in her eyes and quietly sniffed.

She didn’t want Si Yiyan to think anything was wrong.

“Why are you not speaking?”

Si Yiyan raised his brows slightly at the silence at the other end of the phone. He slowly walked out of the underground lair and came to the edge of the desert.

“Mmm!”

Wen Xinya gave a gentle “mmm” to show that she was listening. She did not dare to speak before she could rein in her emotions, as Si Yiyan was extremely sensitive. Even though they were separated by oceans, he would be able to easily discern her emotional state just by the sound of her voice.

She didn’t want Si Yiyan to worry about her and get distracted.

“Are you crying?”

Although she was keeping silent, he had noticed her quivering breath.

“No, I just never expected for my call to actually go through. I was at a loss for a moment there.”

Wen Xinya hurriedly explained. She didn’t expect Si Yiyan to realize there was something off about her mood.

Women were indeed contradictory creatures.

Earlier, she had been so aggrieved at the fact that her beloved wasn’t by her side when she needed him most.

But the moment she heard his voice, all her grievances were immediately dispelled, to be replaced by the heartening realization that he was safe and sound.

The scorching sunlight over the desert made it even hotter than a sauna. He could still hear a slight tremor in her voice. “How is your embroidery for the peace charm coming along?”

Wen Xinya instinctively reached up to hold the peace charm around her neck. She couldn’t help pouting. “I have only done half.”

“Sew faster!”

I will come back when you have completed it.

Wen Xinya answered with another “mmm”. She caressed the peace charm, its delicate stitches akin to her deep longing—dense and closely-kitted.

“Xinya, do you still remember the Guanyin Heart Sutra you recited to me that year? Can you recite it to me again?”

Si Yiyan’s intense gaze penetrated the strong glare of the sun.

Most people would be unable to stare directly at the sun.

But he was not your usual person.

Since the age of five, he spent the half-hour just after the sun rose and the one hour just before the sun set doing just one thing—and that was to stare directly into the sun.

This was called “sungazing”!

Sungazing could enhance a person’s eyesight until they were able to spot their target from a far distance.

Eagles possessed such a power, which made them the king of the skies. Every single strike was precise and they never ever missed their prey.

Sungazing required long years of unrelenting practice, but once mastered, it was beneficial to both hand-to-hand combat and long-distance shooting.

“Mmm!” Wen Xinya couldn’t help thinking back to the first time Si Yiyan had her recite the Guanyin Heart Sutra. It happened nine years ago but felt just like yesterday. “Shariputra... form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form...”

Wen Xinya, I believe in Buddha!

Wen Xinya, it’s difficult for me to attain enlightenment this life!

Wen Xinya, from now on till forever, I will believe in you!

Si Yiyan gazed afar into the desert. The sand dunes looked like majestic pagodas, while her voice was a gentle chanting in his mind. The dazzling sun rays morphed into the all-encompassing Buddha’s aura.

If Buddha can’t bring you to Nirvana, I’ll take you to transcend worldliness!

Wen Xinya had told him this previously.

This was the sentence that spurred him onto Asura’s sinful path and turned him into a bloodstained Asura.

“That which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness is form... without any hindrance, no fears exist. Far apart from every perverted view one dwells in Nirvana...” Wen Xinya sang this verse in an operatic voice.

On Vesak day, she had happened to come across a recording of an opera version of the sutra. She had practiced for a long time in order to learn this way of singing.

Her voice was clear and lovely and sounded especially wondrous.