Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 162 of 214
"Oh, a thousand yuan." Yang Ce thought it over, then laughed. "Does New Year's money count? It isn't from my parents, but I did get it out of other people's hands."
Chen Shutang shot Yang Puqi a look, somewhat speechless. "What do you think?"
"Heh heh." Yang Hengye shook his head. "Just joking. If we're talking about the first time I got my hands on more than a thousand yuan—well, does money that passed through my hands count?"
"Money that passed through your hands? What does that mean?" Chen Shutang asked, curious.
"It means the money came into my hands, and then I gave it to someone else," Yang Yanzhou said.
"It came into your hands and you gave it to someone else? How much was it?" Chen Shutang asked.
"Three thousand and some, or four thousand, something like that. I didn't really count it exactly." Yang Shuoxuan could not recall the precise figure.
"What happened? Tell me," Chen Shutang said, her interest roused.
"Back in our senior year of high school, Sister Ying tutored me every day until very late—you knew that, right?" Yang Ce began from the beginning.
"Mm." Chen Shutang nodded. She clearly did know about it.
"One night I walked Sister Ying home, and we ran into two robbers." Yang Yanzhou paused there and smiled. "Well, you can imagine how it turned out—your husband turned the tables and robbed them instead."
"Good grief." Chen Shutang shook her head with a helpless air. "Fine. I suppose that barely counts as your first pot of gold. And afterward, I'm guessing you handed the money to your parents—or turned it in to the authorities?"
"Actually, no. On my way home that day, I ran into a girl who was selling herself to pay for her father's medical treatment. She offered me her first time—" Yang Ce had not finished before he was cut off.
Chen Shutang's heart clenched at Yang Juehuan's words. "So you bought it?"
"More or less." Yang Yuting nodded.
"You—" Chen Shutang's eyes went wide, and she stared at Yang Ce in astonishment—though what showed in her gaze was mostly anger and indignation. "Yang Ce, you actually—you actually did such a thing?"
Yes, Chen Shutang could just about forgive and accept those careless mistakes of Yang Ce's. But actively taking advantage of someone's misfortune, buying her first time—that was a bit too immoral, wasn't it?
If Chen Shutang was not angry now, that would have been the strange thing.
"Mengyan, don't get so worked up—let me finish," Yang Ce said. One look at Chen Shutang's expression told him she had gotten the wrong idea.
"At the time, I just handed her all the money and left," Yang Yanzhou said.
"So you only gave her the money—you didn't have that kind of relation with her?" Chen Shutang breathed a sigh of relief at Yang Juehuan's explanation.
"It did happen—but—" No sooner had Yang Ce said this than Chen Shutang's face flushed crimson, as if she wanted to devour him alive. Yang Ce hurriedly added, "But she was Lin Yanhe!"
"Lin Yanhe? What?" Chen Shutang stared at Yang Ce in astonishment, never having imagined that Yang Ce and Lin Yanhe had met in such a way.
"That's right, she was Lin Yanhe." Yang Jincong laughed. "Otherwise, did you think she would let me off so easily? Remember, I forced myself on her back then! If she hadn't recognized me during the identification and insisted to the death that I was her boyfriend, your husband would be in the big house right now, gazing at you from afar."
"So that's how it was." It was the first time Chen Shutang had heard the inside story of this affair, and the shock in her heart was beyond measure. When Yang Ce had told her back then, she had wondered why Lin Yanhe had let Yang Ce off so easily. After all, this sort of thing was extremely serious for a girl.
Now Chen Shutang finally knew the truth of the matter, and she was filled with emotion. It seemed Lin Yanhe was a girl who knew how to repay kindness. That alone made Chen Shutang's goodwill toward her surge.