Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 211 of 214
"Zhiyun, what's wrong?" Seeing Lin Yanhe's dazed, at-a-loss expression, Li Dadong thought she had been stunned by his news, and hurried on: "Zhiyun, I only just found out myself. My younger brother was Yang Juehuan's high school classmate—the two of them were very close. And Yang Ce, besides you, has another girlfriend out there. Her name is Chen Shutang."
"I—I know," Lin Yanhe said, cornered by Li Dadong and forced to brace herself and speak.
"What? You know?" Li Dadong stared at Lin Yanhe in astonishment. "Zhiyun, what are you saying? Did you even understand what I meant?"
"..." Lin Yanhe did not know how to answer Li Dadong. The tangled complexities in all this were something only she, the person involved, could understand.
"Zhiyun, say something!" Li Dadong said anxiously.
"Brother Dadong, please just stop worrying about this from now on, all right? I—I, ah, there are some things I can't explain," Lin Yanhe said with a bitter shake of her head. "Don't push me, all right?"
"Zhiyun, how can you be so foolish? You—what am I supposed to say to you? You're driving me crazy!" Li Dadong said, his face ashen. "Did he get some kind of hold over you? Is he blackmailing you?"
Seeing Lin Yanhe's troubled look, Li Dadong's heart skipped a beat. These days sex-scandal photos and videos were flying everywhere—could Yang Shuoxuan have taken some video or photos and be using them to threaten Lin Yanhe?
One could hardly blame Li Dadong for his vivid imagination. Such things were not unheard of—on the contrary, they were all too common.
If anyone held a hold over anyone, it should have been Lin Yanhe holding one over Yang Juehuan. But Lin Yanhe had no wish to use it to threaten Yang Ce in any way. She shook her head. "Brother Dadong, don't guess wildly. It's not what you think."
"What do you mean, it's not? Zhiyun, don't be afraid. If there really is something going on, Brother Dadong will bear it with you," Li Dadong said. "We can take him to court."
"Take him to court for what?" Lin Yanhe bit her lip and stammered for a long while. "I—I'm the lesser one. You—you understand?"
"The lesser one?" Li Dadong was stunned, then understood what Lin Yanhe meant—that she was the real third party, Yang Juehuan's mistress, or rather his lover. This struck Li Dadong as somewhat unbelievable. He stared wide-eyed, dumbly at Lin Yanhe. Lin Yanhe had been a well-behaved girl who excelled in both conduct and studies since childhood and had never done anything out of line. And though her temperament was somewhat meek, she had strong principles and would never do anything that went against them.
"Zhiyun, how—how did you become like this?" Li Dadong was shocked and furious, trembling all over with rage.
Looking at Li Dadong, Lin Yanhe knew that if she did not tell him some of the real situation today, he would never let it go—he might even make a scene at her parents' place, and then the whole thing would blow up.
So, after thinking for a long while, she said in a low, faint voice: "Back then my father was in a car accident and needed surgery urgently. My mother and I went to every relative and friend we could borrow money from. But those people either had no money or came up with a pile of excuses to put us off. There was nothing to be done—I was just a girl. What did I have to offer?
"With nowhere left to turn, I could only sell myself. I hardened my heart and went to the entrance of a bar, wanting to find a customer to sell my first time to."
"Zhiyun, how could you do that? Didn't I say? I'll do tutoring—I can definitely scrape together the surgery fee for you!" Li Dadong shouted, overcome with emotion.
"Tutoring?" Lin Yanhe gave a self-mocking smile. "I did tutoring too. In a month, you're lucky to earn a few hundred yuan. With a surgery fee of over three thousand, how long would it take to save up? Surgery can't be delayed."
Li Dadong fell silent, knowing in his heart that Lin Yanhe was telling the truth. Yes—how could surgery wait?