Chapter 162 You'd Better Speak Less
Before the age of four, he was silent and lived this kind of life.
No snacks, no toys, never watched TV, never been to a park...
All she knew was that she would be beaten whenever her father walked through that door.
Sometimes they use a belt, sometimes a stick, and sometimes nothing at all, just grabbing her hair and slamming her head against the wall.
The child didn't know what it meant to be worse than dead; she thought it was all normal.
Her world consisted only of her room, where the food was always cold and mostly sour.
Before her father left home, he would "kindly" leave her some food.
Occasionally, delicious food will fall out of the small window at home.
The contents of that small bag were the most delicious food she had ever eaten.
Once, Yan Qihang didn't come back for several days, and she ate all the food he left behind, leaving not even a crumb.
No delicious food fell through the small window.
She was starving and reached for the iron gate, wanting her father to come back.
Even if she gets beaten, she still wants to eat.
Before she could even reach her arm, she was surprised to find the door open.
Yan Qihang left in a hurry and forgot to hang the big iron lock.
The four-year-old child stepped out of the room for the first time in his memory.
She was barefoot and very careful.
Everything outside was so unfamiliar to her.
"Oh my god, you scared me to death! Where did this child come from?" A man carrying a large cabinet nearly stepped on Yan Buyu. "Grandma, is this your child?"
“My child has started kindergarten,” the elderly neighbor said, her eyes welling up with tears. “It’s a tragedy, it’s the child next door.”
"Where are her parents?" The man frowned as he looked at the child's clothes, which could be used as rags. "They're so skinny, like a big rat."
The old lady waved her hand, "Take your things."
Yan Buyu encountered two strangers as soon as she stepped outside, and she was too afraid to walk or move.
I wonder how they'll hit her.
She stood against the wall in the corner, hoping that after the other person finished beating her, they would give her some food.
The old lady wiped away her tears and sighed, "Little sister, do you want something to eat? We've moved, so we won't be cooking for the next few days. But we have some snacks left over from my grandson. Take them home. Grandma won't be able to feed you anymore."
Yan Buyu stayed at home for many years. No one taught her to speak, no one talked to her, and she had no way to learn.
As a result, at the age of four, she only understood the word "eat".
"Here are some clothes, both men's and women's, you can wear them. These loaves of bread are from a recent purchase, you can have them too."
Upon hearing that there was food, Yan Buyu took two more steps forward.
Clinging to the door frame, he peeked out with his little head.
The old lady was soft-hearted; she was fine when she couldn't see the child, but once she did, she felt sorry for him.
The amount of stuff I'm packing is increasing.
His silent gaze fell on a small green box on the table.
That little box makes a sound.
She didn't understand what it was, but found it strange.
The old lady packed a large bag, then turned around and saw Yan Buyu staring at the learning machine speaker that her grandson had discarded, so she picked it up as well.
“You don’t have this at home, right? I’ve given it to you anyway. Look, this is the switch, and this is for adjusting the volume. I’ve also given you the memory card inside. You’re about the same age as my grandson, so just learn from him.”
The old woman felt increasingly heartbroken as she looked at her. "What a tragedy! Such a beautiful girl turned out like this. My daughter-in-law longs to have a daughter every day. How could someone treat her like this?"
Finally, the old lady wiped away her tears and took Yan Buyu home. "Go back now, have something to eat first. I'm leaving anyway, I'm not afraid of your scumbag father's revenge. I need to call the police and go to the Women's Federation."
She couldn't understand what Yan Buyu was saying; all she knew was that she had received a large amount of delicious food and a box that made a sound.
This was her first toy and her first gift.
Yan Qihang was called back by the police station, and people from the Women's Federation also came to his door.
He was incredibly kind, and cried his heart out.
“My child’s mother left right after giving birth to him. It’s been so hard for me to raise him all by myself. My company is facing a financial crisis right now, and I have so many employees who are waiting for me to support them. I just can’t take care of them all. I’m so sorry to my child. I will never do this again.”
The young, handsome, and refined man was not aggressive at all. He tearfully expressed his longing for his deceased wife and his guilt towards his children.
Neither the police nor the women's federation could do anything about him.
Finally, he left Yan Buyu a lot of food and supplies before leaving.
Yan Buyu stared wide-eyed and stuffed bread into his mouth.
She had a premonition that once the big iron gate closed and isolated her from the world, she would be beaten.
She needs to eat quickly.
Unexpected.
After seeing those people off, Yan Qihang closed the door, wiped away his tears, and acted as if nothing had happened.
He glanced at Yan Buyu, who was eating, and then walked over and squatted down.
He chuckled softly, "Eat up. Daddy won't hit you anymore. Be good."
He glanced at the learning machine that was playing "Only Mother is Good in the World" and considerately placed it in front of her.
For the next two years, Yan Buyu was still beaten, but the frequency decreased significantly.
Yan Qihang started coming home more often, and would occasionally bring her some leftover food.
With the help of the learning machine, she gradually learned to read ancient poems.
His speech gradually became more fluent.
Yan Qihang was also pleased with this. "You're quite smart and learn quickly, which saves me a lot of trouble. Come on, let me tell you, from today onwards, you have a name. You will be called... Buyu, Yan Buyu."
When Yan Buyu was six years old, she got a name and wore her first little dress.
A pink, fluffy princess dress.
“An auntie and a young man are coming to our house later. We’ll be living together from now on, and they’ll take care of you. You better behave yourself, or we’ll kick you out.” Yan Qihang, dressed in a suit, held her hand. “You’d better keep quiet.”
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"Then, Lan Xinyan brought Shen Yunqi over and they lived there for two years." Acheng vividly described the information he had found out. "From then on, the little girl's life got a little better. She stopped being beaten and even went to elementary school."
As soon as Song Jingyi heard A-Cheng's account, the image of that young, helpless child from years ago appeared before his eyes. He asked in a sinister tone, "Have you found Yan Qihang yet?"
Acheng slapped his thigh, his voice rising two octaves, and said with unbridled gossip, "Boss, let me tell you, this Yan Qihang is quite a character. Even after he gets out of prison, he can still go back to his old ways!"
Song Jingyi took a sip of wine, his expression both disdainful and certain, "He's hooked up with another rich woman."
"That's right! That woman was completely smitten, not caring that he had spent over ten years in prison. She gave him cars and houses, and now she's taking him on a world tour. They're already in Hawaii!"
"How come these divorced women are so easily fooled by just a few words?" Acheng stroked his chin. "Boss, Zeming is over there. He's asking if we should just shoot him."
A bloodthirsty smile crept across Song Jingyi's lips. "Keep an eye on him. I'm going to chop him up myself."
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