Chapter 173 Poverty (4)
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An Yu hesitated, closed the diary and stuffed it into the woven bag.
"Teacher, I'm done, let's go."
"good."
You can't be impatient about this kind of thing, and you can't force it. You can only wait for him to slowly discover it himself.
The police officer who accompanied them carried their luggage downstairs with them and then drove them back to the hospital.
Seeing An Yu looking unhappy, the police officer comforted him: "Don't worry, the station will investigate the matter thoroughly and will not wrongly accuse any good person."
An Yu pursed her lips and whispered, "Well, I know, thank you."
He turned his head and looked at the scenery flashing outside the car window. He felt as if he was being torn apart and felt depressed.
After returning to the hospital and simply packing their luggage, the nurse came with a medical cart to examine An Yu.
After drawing the curtain, everyone else retreated outside the ward. An Yu changed into a hospital gown, sat on the bed, and rolled up his sleeves in front of the doctors and nurses.
The nurse pulled up his sleeves, and the doctor held his head with both hands, removed the gauze on his forehead and examined the wound.
"It should be fine after a few days of changing the medicine. Did you feel dizzy when you went out just now?"
"I don't feel dizzy. I feel fine."
An Yu raised his head and looked at the doctor and nurse seriously.
The doctors and nurses surrounded him with professional and serious eyes. They looked at his wound as if he were an ordinary patient, and perhaps even felt a little pity for his young age.
An Yu looked at their clear and pure eyes, and for no reason he thought of Mr. Bo's eyes.
When he and Mr. Bo met for the first time, at the scholarship awarding ceremony after the high school entrance examination, he rolled up his sleeves and asked Mr. Bo for help. Mr. Bo held his wrist, lifted his arm, and carefully observed his scars.
At that time, he thought that Mr. Bo was his savior and that Mr. Bo was concerned about his injuries.
But now that I think about it, there really seems to be some difference between Mr. Bo's eyes and the doctor's eyes.
An Yu was still distracted, and the doctor had already changed the gauze for him.
"It's OK. Apply the medicine on your wounds yourself. Make sure to spread it evenly. Don't make big movements after applying the medicine. Don't rub it off. Don't touch water for three hours."
"good."
The doctors and nurses left the ward, and the head teacher stood outside the door and reminded them anxiously, "An Yu, call the teacher if anything happens!"
"Okay, I understand! Thank you, teacher!"
An Yu responded loudly, sitting on the hospital bed alone, rolling up his sleeves, scooping out some ointment, and applying it evenly on the scar.
After so long, the scars on his body have become very faint.
In the past, as long as his injuries got a little better, An Yuanyang would beat him up again.
So he always has new wounds on top of old ones, and there is never a moment when he is truly healed.
An Yuanyang's words echoed in An Yu's ears again -
"Every time I hit you, Mr. Bo would video-call you to see your injuries."
He subconsciously raised his head to look for the location of the mobile phone camera.
In fact, An Yuanyang was right.
Every time he was beaten, Mr. Bo would call him via video to see his injuries. Sometimes he would even ask his assistant to mail him medicine so that he could apply the medicine in front of the camera.
At that time, he comforted himself that Mr. Bo was just concerned about him and wanted to check whether he was applying the medicine seriously.
But recently Mr. Bo came to the hospital to see him.
He always subconsciously wanted to lift up his sleeves to show his wound to Mr. Bo, but then he remembered what Teacher Zhu taught him, and silently put his sleeves down.
Every time Mr. Bo saw his actions, he would avoid suspicion, turn his head away and change the subject.
Since you know you have to avoid suspicion in real life, then why... do you want to see his scars on the phone?
An Yu suddenly couldn't figure it out.
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will immediately take root and sprout.
After a while, the head teacher asked again outside: "An Yu, it's been half an hour, are you done yet?"
An Yu came back to his senses and replied, "It will be ready soon."
He hurriedly applied the ointment, tidied his clothes, put on his coat, and hung up the curtain: "Teacher, I'm fine."
"So we're coming in?"
"good."
The teachers never asked to watch him apply the medicine, and even if he was in a daze for a long time, they would ask outside first.
Totally different.
*
In the afternoon, Zhu Qingchen followed the teachers from the admissions team to visit other students’ homes.
An Yu stayed in the hospital to read, and his class teacher accompanied him.
An Yu had a lot of things in his mind, but he didn't know how to say them or who to talk to.
For a long while, without reading a page of the book, he turned his head and looked at the head teacher.
The head teacher thought he was worried about Bo Minghan, so he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Bo will be fine."
"Hmm..." An Yu responded sullenly.
He should wait for Teacher Zhu to come back and ask him.
Seeing that he was still depressed, the head teacher asked him one more question: "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." An Yu shook his head.
"I can't tell either. Let the doctor come and check you out again."
The head teacher was about to go out and call a doctor, but An Yu quickly stopped him: "Really, no need, I'm fine."
Seeing that he insisted, the head teacher gave up.
An Yu turned back and pretended to read seriously.
See, the teacher wouldn't ask to see his scars, but would go straight to the doctor.
But why does Mr. Bo insist on watching it?
He didn't understand why some people would like to watch others get beaten? Like to see others' scars?
He picked up his cell phone, avoided the teacher, and secretly searched for some information.
During this search, he saw some things he had never seen before.
He was shocked and kept looking at the relevant information based on the browser's recommendations, unconsciously comparing his own situation with the information on the Internet.
He held the phone in his hand, sweat slowly seeped out of his palms, and his back slowly began to feel cold.
How could this be? Why were there so many things in this world that he didn't know about?
An Yu couldn't help but dry heave and vomit just by seeing the text description.
He didn't know how long it had been before the voice he had been waiting for finally came from outside the door.
"I'm back!"
"Teacher Zhu!" An Yu's eyes lit up and he quickly raised his head.
Zhu Qingchen stood outside the door, holding up the freshly cut sweet plum fruit in his hand: "I bought some fruit on the way back. I asked the doctor. You can eat some. Go wash your hands."
"Okay." An Yu got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
When the head teacher saw Zhu Qingchen coming, he asked Zhu Qingchen to stay here for a while while he went home.
Zhu Qingchen readily agreed and even opened the fruit plate and let him eat two pieces.
Putting down the small table on the bed, An Yu sat on the bed, Zhu Qingchen sat on a chair beside the bed, and the teacher and student ate sliced fruit quietly.
The door of the ward was wide open, and the doctors and nurses coming and going outside could clearly see the scene in the room.
Zhu Qingchen picked up a piece of mango with a plastic fork and said casually, "I went to meet classmate Chen and classmate Wu today. You should know them. They are from the same school as you and both have good grades."
An Yu nodded: "Yeah."
"Student Chen is just like you and is also planning to apply to Peking University. You can look after each other in the future." Zhu Qingchen said, "Student Wu was originally wavering between Peking University and National Tsinghua University. Both sides were fighting for him and they almost got into a fight this afternoon. Teacher Zhu and I had a great debate and defeated the enemy. In the end, Student Wu chose our Peking University."
"Really?" An Yu smiled a little.
"The top three in Yunyan all chose Peking University, and Tsinghua University was not very convinced and has been trying to persuade them. The experienced teacher Zhong suggested that we take you out to travel quickly so that Tsinghua University can't find you and avoid poaching you."
"No." An Yu said shyly, "I have made up my mind."
"Yeah." Zhu Qingchen thought for a moment, "But it's not like we can't go out for a trip. Do you want to go out for some fun?"
"Let's think about it after we finish dealing with things here."
"Yes, your body is not well yet."
An Yu put down the plastic fork in his hand and looked at him hesitantly: "Teacher Zhu, I have something that I'm really unsure about and I don't know who to talk to. Can I ask you?"
"It's okay." Zhu Qingchen looked back at the open door of the ward, "If you're embarrassed, you can speak in a lower voice."
"That is..." An Yu paused, "Teacher Zhu, what do you think about what An Yuanyang said this morning? Do you think he is talking nonsense, or..."
Before Zhu Qingchen answered, An Yu quickly explained: "Teacher, I don't doubt Mr. Bo's intentions, and I'm not an ungrateful ungrateful person... I know I shouldn't think like this, but..."
"It doesn't matter. If you have any ideas, you can speak them out. Don't worry about other people's opinions. We are the only two teachers and students here." Zhu Qingchen comforted him, "Are you asking, do I think what An Yuanyang said is true or false?"
"right……"
“I think it might be true.”
An Yu was prepared to be poured cold water on, but when Teacher Zhu said this, he couldn't help but raise his head.
Does Teacher Zhu think the same as him? !
"Teacher, don't you believe that Mr. Bo is innocent? He...he has sponsored so many students. For an injured student like me, he even put down his work and came to Yunyan. Everyone says that he is a good man and a great philanthropist. Don't you think so, Teacher Zhu?"
"Hmm..." Zhu Qingchen pondered, "In my opinion, some of his actions are really hard to understand."
An Yu looked at the teacher seriously.
Zhu Qingchen said: "I don't understand. He was obviously the first person to know that you were being abused. Why didn't he call the police for you? Or help you tell your teacher?"
"Even if your father can twist domestic violence into disciplining children, he is the manager of a group. His words are more convincing. If he takes action, he should be able to completely solve your problem."
"Why didn't he do that? Why did he choose to keep sending money to An Yuanyang?"
"If he spends 10,000 yuan to get An Yuanyang not to beat you the first time, and spends 20,000 yuan to get him not to beat you the second time, then over time, An Yuanyang will know that he will beat you whenever he is short of money, and as long as he beats you, he will have money."
"Bo Minghan manages such a large group, he must know that without deterrence, just giving money will only make An Yuanyang's appetite bigger and bigger, and it is impossible to completely solve the problem."
"The money Bo Minghan spent on An Yuanyang was dozens of times more than what he spent on you. I don't understand why he did this. Either he loved An Yuanyang the most, so he spent money on An Yuanyang, or... he had other intentions."
Zhu Qingchen's words were rather obscure, he just gave him a simple nod.
But An Yu obviously listened.
He said seriously: "Teacher, An Yuanyang said this morning that every time I was beaten, President Bo would play the video to see my scars. Later, I thought about it carefully and it seemed to be true, so I..."
Zhu Qingchen raised his eyes and sat up straight: "Every time?"
"Yeah." An Yu said quickly, "It's just my arms and calves. I always feel like I'm overthinking it, but it doesn't seem to be the case..."
He finally plucked up the courage to tell his teacher about this.
Although there is still an uncertain tone, it is still the first step.
Zhu Qingchen said seriously: "Didn't I tell you? Don't deceive yourself. Do you feel uncomfortable about these things?"
"Yes..." An Yu nodded, his eyes gradually firmed up, and his tone gradually became firm, "Yes, every time Mr. Bo asked to see my wound, I felt very uncomfortable, but I didn't know how to refuse."
"What An Yuanyang said this time seemed to explain all my discomfort. After I came back, I kept thinking about his words. I was afraid that the teacher would think I was ungrateful, but I also felt as if... but..."
"Don't say 'but', An Yu, you should already have the answer in your heart."
"I……"
Zhu Qingchen looked at him, as if he wanted to look into his eyes.
It was as if An Yu was seen through by the teacher at once. He was torn into two pieces, but was finally sewn together by Teacher Zhu.
Yes, he already had the answer in his mind.
The reluctance to show his wounds again and again, the discomfort that he had been deliberately ignoring, all burst out at this moment, pointing out to him a truth that he was unwilling to admit.
"So..." An Yu asked in a daze, "Teacher, what should I do now? Should I tell others?"
"Are you sure? Want to tell anyone else? Will they believe you?"
"No... not sure."
He tentatively asked the police and the class teacher, and they did not doubt Mr. Bo at all.
Zhu Qingchen asked: "Do you want to maintain superficial peace with Mr. Bo, or do you want to know the truth?"
"If you want to maintain superficial peace, it's easy to do. Just pretend that you didn't notice anything. When you go to college and don't need his financial support anymore, you can return the financial support he gave you, slowly distance yourself from him, and finally live a normal life."
"If you want to know the truth, then we may have to break up with President Bo. Are you ready?"
"I..." An Yu hesitated, of course not.
He hesitated for a while: "But I still want to know the truth. I don't want to be bullied and kept in the dark. If I am suspicious and guess wrong, I can also... take responsibility."
Zhu Qingchen sighed and nodded: "I knew it."
An Yu looks cowardly and helpless, but he is actually very angry.
He would rather face the reality that he had been harassed than live in confusion and self-consolation.
Now that things have come to this point, he doesn't want to escape anymore.
"Then the teacher will help you think of a solution." Zhu Qingchen said, "The teacher can accompany you to the police station, and we can tell the police what happened, provide clues, and let the police investigate. But the biggest question now is, do you have evidence? Evidence of him and you having a video chat."
"No." An Yu shook his head. "Every time he video-called me, I felt uncomfortable every time. I wanted to show him the whole thing quickly and get it over with, so I didn't record the screen..."
"Where are the photos?"
"No. He wouldn't let me send him the photo, saying it wasn't clear."
"That's difficult." Zhu Qingchen said, "If you don't mind, can you show me the chat history between you two?"
"Sure." An Yu turned on the phone and handed it to Zhu Qingchen.
Zhu Qingchen took a quick look.
There are indeed many video recordings, at least once a month.
But An Yu did not record the screen.
The rest, presented in text, is just the ordinary concern of the sponsor for the sponsored person, asking him whether he has enough money and how his recent test scores are.
There is no flaw at all.
An Yu said anxiously: "Teacher, I will go to the police station now and tell the police about it. I shouldn't hide this clue."
Zhu Qingchen looked solemn and returned the phone to him: "An Yu, without evidence, it will be difficult for us to prove to the police that the video really existed."
"I can prove it! I'm the person involved!"
"How are you going to prove it? Just relying on your testimony?" Zhu Qingchen asked, "Bo Minghan can say that he was just concerned about your injury. He can even say that he never even saw your wound and that you are just making up nonsense."
"That……"
"Bo Minghan has a large group and a top team of lawyers behind him. It's hard to investigate based on this clue alone. On the contrary, if Bo Minghan finds out that you are suspicious of him, he can easily ruin your reputation."
"Then what should I do?"
"Teacher Zhu's advice is to hold back and collect more evidence."
An Yu sat dejectedly on the hospital bed, lowered his head, and covered his face: "Teacher, I really don't know if my suspicion is true... I'm afraid that I'm wrong, and I'm also afraid that I'm confused..."
"I know." Zhu Qingchen patted him on the back gently. "You are now brave enough to express your discomfort and to question authority. You have made great progress. This is not your problem."
That night, An Yu's head teacher had something to do at home and was unable to make it back to the hospital.
So Zhu Qingchen stayed to accompany her.
On a quiet night, moonlight shines into the ward through the windows in the corridor.
An Yu was lying on the hospital bed, and Zhu Qingchen was wrapped in a blanket and lying on a small accompanying bed.
When Zhu Qingchen was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard An Yu whisper, "Teacher, I always feel like I'm an ungrateful person."
Zhu Qingchen closed his eyes and said seriously, "The other party's behavior is abnormal, so it's normal for you to be suspicious. But we don't have any evidence now, so we can only keep our suspicions to ourselves for the time being. It's good that you've been more vigilant. In the future, you should pay more attention to the requests made by Bo Minghan to you."
"This is not being ungrateful. This is knowing how to protect yourself, sleeping peacefully, and not doubting yourself."
*
Because of An Yuanyang's accusation, Bo Minghan stayed in the police station for three days.
During these three days, Zhu Qingchen has been in contact with the big villain in Jinghua.
Bo Minghan is in the police station and has neglected to control the Bo Group and his own family. This is a good opportunity to investigate them.
Three days later, An Yuanyang could not produce any strong evidence except his bank statements.
Bo Minghan was very careful every time he transferred money to him, through the assistant's account, and each transfer was accompanied by the notes "An Yu living expenses" or "An family living expenses".
The Yunyan Police Station did not find any effective clues.
Yu Xingzhou in Jinghua did find some clues, but they were not fully understood yet. He did not want to alert the enemy, so he chose to lie low for the time being and continue his investigation.
Therefore, with the strong defense of his lawyer, Bo Minghan was released from the police station safely.
This was within Zhu Qingchen's expectations.
The day Bo Minghan came out of the police station, An Yu's college entrance examination results came out.
The head teacher brought a laptop from home, and medical staff and teachers surrounded him, watching him nervously as he checked his grades.
The page kept loading and after dozens of refreshes, it finally appeared.
Someone asked: "Why is it blank?"
Zhu Qingchen answered skillfully: "Because I am in the top 50 in the province."
He had experienced it in another modern world.
"Top 50 in the province?!" A cry of surprise broke out from the crowd, "Top 50!"
"In the top 50 in the province, it must be the first in the county, right?"
"More than that? He could even be the best in the city!"
"I actually saved one of the top 50 students in the province!"
Everyone was overjoyed. An Yu sat on the hospital bed, read the information on the page several times, and couldn't help but smile.
At this time, Bo Minghan's voice came from outside the door.
"Did you rank in the top 50 in the province? An Yu, congratulations."
An Yu raised his head, and when he saw Bo Minghan, his expression froze for a moment.
Bo Minghan took a bouquet of flowers from the assistant and handed it to him: "Congratulations, my sponsor."
An Yu stretched out his hand and thanked him unnaturally: "Thank you."
Bo Minghan handed the bouquet to him, patted his hand gently, and said, "An Yuanyang slandered and framed me. The police station has already investigated it clearly, so they let me out."
"Oh." An Yu moved back, "That's great."
The others did not suspect anything and cheered, "Congratulations to Mr. Bo for getting his name vindicated! Today is truly a double blessing!"
"Thank you." Bo Minghan smiled and asked An Yu, acting like an elder, "Have you decided which university to apply to? You have such a good relationship with Teacher Zhu, so you must apply to Peking University, right?"
"Yes, Beijing University."
"If you want to live in Jinghua, the tuition fees will be about the same, but the living expenses may be a little more expensive." Bo Minghan said, "Your father has nothing to do with you, and I will not bear a grudge against you. The group will continue to support you. The tuition and living expenses can continue to be paid by the group."
An Yu said quickly: "No need to bother..."
He refused so quietly that Bo Minghan seemed not to hear what he said and continued, "When can you be discharged from the hospital? After you are discharged, you probably don't want to live in the house over there, right? Are you planning to live in the school dormitory? But it's still summer vacation, so you probably can't live in the dormitory yet."
Zhu Qingchen sensed something was wrong and raised his eyes slightly, looking over here.
Would Bo Minghan want An Yu to live in his house?
Bo Minghan continued, "Do you want to intern at the Bo Group? The group can provide you with staff dormitories, and you can also earn some pocket money."
An Yu pursed his lips and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Bo, but I have already negotiated with the professor at Jingda University. I will have scholarships and grants. In addition, the county will also give me rewards, which will be enough for me to pay for university tuition and living expenses."
His tone became more and more firm.
"Besides, with my academic qualifications, I may not be able to intern at the Bo Group. I have already found a few tutoring jobs, and I can save money on my own."
Bo Minghan suddenly said seriously: "An Yu, you don't believe what your father said, do you?"
He raised his voice so that everyone else could hear it.
The originally lively scene immediately became quiet, and everyone looked at An Yu.
An Yu's face flushed red, and he quickly explained: "No...I..."
Bo Minghan didn't say much. Everyone didn't understand what was going on and had different expressions on their faces.
"An Yu, hurry up and apologize to Mr. Bo. Mr. Bo has supported you for so long. You finally got out of the police station. Why are you still…"
Bo Minghan stood in front of the bed, looking down at An Yu with a cold expression, as if he was really angry at his suspicion.
An Yu's originally determined heart began to waver again: "I..."
At this time, Zhu Qingchen said calmly: "An Yu is too grateful to Mr. Bo."
Zhu Qingchen pushed through the crowd and walked to An Yu, putting a hand on his shoulder to calm his wavering heart.
"Because I have received too much financial support from Mr. Bo, I don't want to trouble him all the time. I can use my own abilities to reduce Mr. Bo's burden, so I can't wait to help him save money. This is what An Yu thinks, and there is no other meaning. Mr. Bo, please don't think too much."
If Zhu Qingchen hadn't been here, Bo Minghan would have successfully used an outsider to turn An Yu into that timid child again.
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