Chapter 204 Improvisation
He laughed without saying a word, clearly annoyed.
That's what Yan Qihang said.
That defined her character.
A snobbish, greedy, and ungrateful wretch who only cares about money and not family ties.
"So that's what he said to you," Yan Buyu lowered his head, and after a few seconds, he put on a sad and sorrowful expression, his voice low and hoarse, "He said I was trying to climb the social ladder, right?"
Ruan Censhu's first impression of Yan Buyu was not as snobbish and mean as Yan Qihang had described.
However, she has also met many people and knows that one cannot judge a book solely on its appearance.
Compared to a girl who had a bad reputation at school, she was more inclined to trust her loving husband at this moment.
“He didn’t say that,” Ruan Censhu thought Yan Buyu would argue with her, but the other’s sudden sadness caught her off guard. “He wants to see you, child.”
“But he doesn’t want me anymore,” Yan Buyu slowly raised his head, tears welling up in his eyes, each word stained with blood, “Auntie, I was only eight years old that year. He didn’t want me anymore. If I didn’t go with my current mother, I wouldn’t be able to survive. How could he say that I’m climbing the social ladder?”
Ruan Censhu has completely lost her way.
The daughter Yan Qihang described is not like that.
“Young lady, you must be Yan Buyu,” she asked.
She nodded silently, tears welling up in her eyes, looking extremely pitiful.
The pretty, soft-spoken little girl was exactly how she had imagined her daughter to be.
At that moment, when she called out to her aunt with such a pitiful expression, Ruan Censhu felt a pang of sadness.
But a text message on her phone brought her back to her senses.
Ruan Censhu coughed lightly, "Child, your father wants to see you, but he's afraid that coming abruptly might frighten you, so he asked me to come and talk to you."
Tears streamed down her face silently, like pearls falling to the ground. She choked back sobs, "He still dislikes me because I'm a daughter, doesn't he? He left me back then because I'm a daughter."
Ruan Censhu was taken aback. "What did you say?"
"Auntie, don't you know? He divorced my current mother back then because his other woman was pregnant with a boy, so he didn't want me. And now, what about his son?" Yan Buyu cried heartbrokenly.
Even the usually serious Professor Li ran over to hand the child a tissue.
That's terrible.
That's really tragic.
He seems to have the backing of the Shen family in Beijing, but who knew he had such a miserable childhood.
Ruan Censhu knew nothing of this, nor had she heard Yan Qihang mention any son.
She just couldn't quite accept it.
The man she loved so dearly, the one who provided her with high emotional value, turned out to be a scumbag who favored sons over daughters and cheated on his wife.
No, she didn't believe it.
The child in front of me must be lying.
But she cried bitterly, full of sorrow, especially since she was only eight years old when she left with Yan Qihang.
How can an eight-year-old understand so much?
That's because someone taught you.
“Child, have you been deceived by someone? Your father isn’t that kind of person.” Ruan Censhu took two steps forward, still insisting, “Please let me see your father, okay?”
Yan Buyu shook her head, crying, "Auntie, you're a good person, you're as kind as my current mother, but, but..."
There was no way to get out.
She realized that class was about to start.
She turned and ran out crying.
Professor Li and Ruan Censhu were left stunned.
“This child doesn’t seem like what that man said at all; he’s quite nice.” Professor Li pulled Ruan Censhu down to sit.
Ruan Censhu also had her doubts, "But that's what Qihang said, he has no reason to lie to me."
Professor Li grinned and said, "Where did this middle-aged, high-quality divorced man come from? You should be more careful."
Ruan Censhu was unwilling to listen and stood up abruptly. "You can't find a suitable partner after your divorce, but I can't? Aren't you just jealous of how good he is to me? You're always telling me to be careful and trying to sow discord between us."
Ruan Censhu stormed off in a huff.
Professor Li sighed. Her best friend had been strong-willed and hardworking her whole life.
I'm almost sixty, and I'm getting love-struck.
Love among middle-aged and elderly people is like a pile of dry wood that has been exposed to the scorching sun for days, then doused with gasoline; a single spark can ignite it.
The trend is even more unstoppable among younger people.
Judging from her appearance, she's like someone who's hit a brick wall and won't turn back.
It's all fate.
I can't persuade them.
That's settled then.
Without saying a word, he ran out of the office, grabbed Qin Nianke at the corner, and headed towards the classroom.
"Hey, you're crying?" Qin Nianke was shocked. Someone dared to bully her future cousin-in-law?! That's a huge disrespect to her.
Qin Nianke tugged at Yan Buyu's hand, "Stop, stop! Tell me what happened? Who bullied you? I'll take people back and kill them! That professor?"
Without saying a word, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears that hadn't quite dried, and chuckled, "An impromptu performance."
"To be honest," Qin Nianke said coldly.
"Let's skip class, both of us." Yan Buyu suddenly lost interest in studying, just this once.
"Oh my! I've been waiting for you to say that for two years. You're finally willing to skip class!" Qin Nianke excitedly pulled her along. "Quick, quick, pack your things before class and slip away!"
Riverside.
Two young and beautiful girls, each with a cup of milk tea, sat on a bench by the river.
One speaks, the other listens.
The listener sometimes stared wide-eyed in surprise, and sometimes glared angrily with a fierce expression.
The person speaking had expressive and funny facial expressions; they were laughing most of the time.
"He treated you like that, and you can still laugh?!" Qin Nianke had no idea that Yan Buyu had lived such a life when he was a child.
“It’s all in the past,” Yan Buyu said, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes, and enjoying the cool breeze from the river. “A few years of hardship have been exchanged for decades of good life. I haven’t lost out.”
One Yan Qihang has changed so many family members who love her.
After hardship comes happiness; God has been kind to her.
“You’re really open-minded,” Qin Nianke poked at her milk tea straw. “I can’t do that. If he hits me, I’ll stab him to death.”
Yan Buyu was both amused and exasperated. "Nianke, when he abused me, I was only three or four years old and couldn't even speak clearly. He could kick me a long way."
Qin Nian didn't say anything, turning her head to one side.
Seeing this, Yan Buyu tilted his head and asked, "Why are you crying?"
"I just feel so sorry for you," Qin Nianke said, tears streaming down her face, "such a young child..."
He was beaten up like that.
She was considered slow-witted within her family.
By the time they were three or four years old, they could recite several ancient poems.
He could speak but not utter a word, and couldn't even speak clearly.
It wasn't because she was stupid, it was because no one talked to her or taught her.
At first, she thought the name Yan Buyu came from the "three no's" (三不), which she thought was quite Zen-like.
Now I realize that Yan Qihang, that bastard, didn't want her to speak at all.
"Buyu, you deserve to live a good life," Qin Nianke took the tissue from Yan Buyu's hand and wiped her own face. "God has been unfair to you. You deserve to live a good life now!"
With red eyes, Yan Buyu wiped away Qin Nianke's tears, unable to speak.
I don't feel bad talking about my own suffering.
But the heartache and care from those around her made her unable to stop crying.
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