149: Chapter 149 Fifteen Years of Searching for Their Daughter! Great Parents?

On the screen, a red ID popped up, standing out conspicuously.

"Congratulations to this friend with the ID 'Searching for a Daughter for Fifteen Years' for grabbing today's spot for an extra session."

When Su Yun read the name aloud, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

This ID was clearly from someone with a story.

Before Su Yun could even send a connection request, the other party had impatiently accepted the video call.

The screen flashed, and a middle-aged couple appeared.

They looked to be in their fifties, wearing old, washed-out jackets. Their faces were covered in wrinkles, the marks left by years of exposure to wind and sun.

The man had graying hair and was clutching a yellowed piece of cardboard tightly in his hands.

The woman's eyes were red and swollen; it was obvious she had either just been crying or had been washing her face with tears for years.

As soon as they appeared, the chat, which had been full of playful banter, instantly fell silent.

That overwhelming sense of vicissitude and helplessness made one's heart ache, even through the screen.

"M... Master, hello."

When the woman spoke, her voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed against sandpaper.

She wiped away a tear and was about to kneel before the camera.

"Please, help us! We have been looking for our daughter for fifteen years, and we are truly out of options!"

Su Yun hurriedly waved his hands: "Ma'am, please speak properly. Don't kneel; we don't do that here."

The man beside her held the yellowed piece of cardboard up to the camera.

It was a handwritten missing person notice.

The writing on it had become somewhat blurred, and in the center was a black-and-white, one-inch photo.

The photo showed a little girl with pigtails, smiling sweetly with curved eyes, looking to be about three or four years old.

"This is my daughter, Ding Xiaoya."

The woman pointed at the photo, her hand shaking violently.

"Fifteen years ago, I took her to the town market. In the blink of an eye, while I was buying candied haws, the child disappeared."

"She is our only daughter! She is the apple of my eye!"

"For these fifteen years, we sold our house, left our fields untended, and traveled across more than half of China just to find her."

"Master, everyone says you are a living immortal. Please, show some mercy and help us calculate whether Xiaoya is still in this world. Even if... even if it's just to let us see her grave, that would be enough!"

By the end, the woman was sobbing uncontrollably, collapsing into the man's arms.

The man's eyes were also red-rimmed as he bowed repeatedly to the camera.

This scene was a total tear-jerker.

The netizens in the live stream, who were usually vicious-tongued, were completely broken by this.

[So pitiful! This is the true suffering of the world!]

[Fifteen years! How many fifteen years are there in a life? These parents are so great!]

[Human traffickers deserve to die! If caught, they should be sliced into thousands of pieces!]

[Master Su, I'll pay for this reading! Don't take their money!]

[I'll pay too! I'm sending a rocket as a small token of my support, hoping it helps them buy a ticket home.]

For a moment, gift effects were flying all over the live stream.

They were all crowdfunding the reading fee and travel expenses for this pitiful couple.

Even Young Master Wang, who had just been roasted by Su Yun, silently sent a Carnival and left the message, "Help them."

Su Yun watched this deeply moving scene on the screen, but there was no expression on his face.

He even felt a bit like laughing.

With acting skills like this, it would be a loss to the entertainment industry if they didn't win an Oscar.

If he didn't have the system, Su Yun would probably have been fooled into tears as well.

But unfortunately, he had a cheat.

"System, activate Tianji Divine Calculation."

Su Yun muttered to himself in his mind.

The next second, a light screen visible only to him appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Qin Peifen]

[Age: 52]

[Occupation: Unemployed]

[Recent Fortune: Bad luck is looming; financial loss due to greed, and potentially even imprisonment.]

[Past: Fifteen years ago, due to a preference for sons and disdain for her daughter as a "money-losing good," she conspired with her husband, Ding Lang, to sell their three-year-old biological daughter, Ding Xiaoya, to human traffickers for twenty thousand yuan.]

[Future: Because their son, who is addicted to gambling, has incurred massive high-interest debts, they are attempting to use "finding relatives" to retrieve the daughter who was sold to a wealthy family years ago, intending to use moral blackmail and drain her of money. Ultimately, the conspiracy will be exposed, and they will be arrested by the police.]

[Sin Value: 85 (Human trafficking, abandonment, fraud)]

After reading this resume, Su Yun felt his stomach churning.

Disgusting.

Fucking disgusting.

How could such parents exist in this world?

Selling their own biological daughter for money, and now that their son is in debt, they want to find her again to use as an ATM?

Their calculations were so loud he could hear them from this side of the screen.

On the screen, Qin Peifen was still wailing and carrying on, acting with such dedication.

"Xiaoya, Mom misses you! I dream of hearing you call me Mom!"

"Master, if you can help me find my child, I will willingly work like an ox or horse for you!"

The chat was also filled with "teary-eyed" emojis.

Su Yun really couldn't watch anymore.

He tapped on the table, making a "tap, tap, tap" sound.

"Alright, stop the act."

Su Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chill, like a basin of ice water splashed directly into a scorching hot wok.

Qin Peifen's wailing came to an abrupt halt.

She froze for a moment, her eyes darting away: "M... Master, what did you say?"

"I said, your acting is too exaggerated. It would be more convincing if you had a few more tears."

Su Yun leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the two people on the screen like knives.

"Fifteen years ago, the Ping'an Hotel in town, Room 203."

For every word Su Yun spoke, Qin Peifen's face turned a shade paler.

"It was two-thirty in the afternoon that day. The weather was quite hot, wasn't it?"

"The other party was a woman in her forties with a black mole on her left eyebrow, speaking with an out-of-town accent."

"She gave you twenty thousand yuan, all in old bills, wrapped in a copy of that day's 'Jiangcheng Evening News'."

"Twenty thousand yuan was a huge sum back then, enough to build two large tiled houses in the village."

"When you were counting the money, your hands were shaking. You didn't even look back when your daughter was being carried away by that woman, crying her heart out."

As Su Yun's words fell, a deathly silence descended upon the live stream.

Everyone was stunned.

The chat, which had just been spamming "Moving China," vanished without a trace.

Qin Peifen looked as if she had seen a ghost; she was trembling all over, her lips quivering, unable to speak.

The man beside her, Ding Lang, reacted quickly. His expression changed, and he pointed at Su Yun, cursing: "You're talking nonsense! You're slandering us!"

"We came here to find our daughter, and you're actually splashing dirty water on us!"

"Everyone, judge for yourselves! This fortune teller doesn't have the ability to calculate it, so he's making up stories to slander good people!"

"We are going to sue you! Sue you for defamation!"

Ding Lang's shout managed to wake up the bewildered netizens.

[Holy crap? What's going on? Is there a twist?]

[Does Master Su mean... they sold their daughter?]

[That's impossible, right? Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Seeing them cry so sadly, it doesn't seem like they're faking it.]

[The person above is too naive. When has Master Su ever been wrong?]

[This is terrifying to think about! If it's true, this couple is simply not human!]