Chapter 47: Yan Yu in Fury

“My mother… went insane?” Yan Yu gazed at Old Wang in a daze.

Old Wang nodded bitterly. “At the time, I found it hard to accept as well. I heard that when Xinyi was nine months pregnant, she would often spend whole nights alone in her dormitory, talking to the mirror. She wouldn’t stop until morning. Even the dorm matron was frightened by her behavior.”

“After that, I never saw Xinyi again, nor did I hear anything about her child. I thought both she and her baby had died in that mental hospital, until I met you.”

A glimmer of reminiscence shone in Old Wang’s eyes. He looked at Yan Yu with gentle affection. “Child, you resemble your mother so much. Seeing you is like seeing Tang Xinyi from eighteen years ago.”

Yan Yu was silent for a long while.

Old Wang’s knowledge was limited, but he had nonetheless revealed something important to Yan Yu.

Back then, Yan Yu’s father was the sort of man who dared to act but not to take responsibility.

In those days, both families cared deeply about their reputations. An eighteen-year-old girl becoming pregnant was a disgrace, whether for the boy or the girl.

Under such crushing pressure, his mother never once revealed his father’s name. It was proof enough of how deeply she loved that man.

Yet to the bitter end, that man never stepped forward to protect her.

“Bastard!” Yan Yu growled, his voice low.

From behind, Zhao Qingqing silently hugged Yan Yu, while Su Han patted him on the shoulder in comfort.

“Old Wang, do you know which mental hospital Tang Xinyi was sent to in the end?” Su Han asked.

Old Wang pondered for a moment. “It should have been Rongcheng Fourth Psychiatric Hospital, which is now the old site of Rongcheng Fourth Hospital. I hear it’s been turned into an Internet addiction treatment center.”

At the mention of the treatment center, Yan Yu nodded slightly. He drew a deep breath and buried all his emotions deep within.

“Thank you, Old Wang.”

Yan Yu bowed his head in gratitude, then left the archive room with his mother’s file in hand.

Su Han and Zhao Qingqing quickly followed behind.

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Zhao Qingqing apologized, “Yan Yu, I really want to help you, but I can’t remember anything.”

“It’s all right,” Yan Yu replied calmly, pointing to the file. “Aside from you, my mother had two other roommates. If I can find them, I might learn much more about her past.”

The two other roommates were named Ye Han and Zhang Weiwei. The file listed their home addresses, but after all these years, Yan Yu wasn’t sure if they still lived there.

In addition to searching for them, there was one more thing Yan Yu needed to do—to go to the Internet addiction center and see if he could find out what happened to his mother after she was sent there.

Su Han and Zhao Qingqing followed Yan Yu toward the school gate, both understanding his heavy mood and refraining from speaking.

As the three approached the gate, an irritating car horn blared without pause.

Yan Yu frowned and looked over. Parked at the entrance was a purple Lamborghini. In the driver’s seat sat a young man in sunglasses: Tan Junwen.

Zhang Dagen jogged over, apologetic. “Miss Su, that kid found out something and insisted on waiting outside. I told him I quit my job already, but he wouldn’t listen…”

Su Han’s brows knitted. “I’ll handle this myself.”

She walked out the gate. Tan Junwen stepped down from the Lamborghini, a bouquet of flowers in his arms. He strode eagerly to Su Han, smiling. “Xiao Su, why have you been avoiding me?”

“Isn’t it polite to take off your sunglasses when talking to someone?” Su Han replied coldly.

Tan Junwen smirked and removed the glasses, revealing a rather handsome face, though his gaze betrayed an air of arrogance and entitlement—hardly endearing.

“I’ve told you many times, stop harassing me,” Su Han said, her patience gone.

“Heh, Xiao Su, this isn’t something we can decide for ourselves,” Tan Junwen replied. “Look around Rongcheng—how many men are worthy of you? There’s a saying: ‘A good match in every way.’ Other than me, you don’t seem to have any other options.”

Su Han rolled her eyes. “Then I’d rather become a nun.”

Tan Junwen’s eye twitched, his smile growing stiff.

He had never been rejected so many times by the same woman. He was no masochistic, domineering CEO. Su Han’s cold looks had already stoked his anger.

His gaze slid to Yan Yu. In a chilly tone, he asked, “And who are you?”

“Me?” Yan Yu had no intention of getting involved in Su Han and Tan Junwen’s quarrel, but since he was asked, he could only reply, “I’m Miss Su’s student.”

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“It’s the weekend, isn’t it? What are you doing at school?” Tan Junwen pressed.

“That doesn’t seem to concern you,” Su Han interjected.

Seeing Su Han stand up to him for a mere high school student, Tan Junwen’s fury reached its peak. He took a deep breath, his voice heavy.

“Su Han, maybe you don’t like me much, but I can’t believe you’d go for a high schooler a few years younger than you. My people told me you and this boy went to Xinghua Apartments last night and didn’t come out until dawn. Don’t tell me you were tutoring him all night—do those lessons require the bedroom?”

Su Han’s face darkened. “You had me followed?”

“You’ll be mine sooner or later. I didn’t care before, but now, I forbid you from seeing this brat again!”

Tan Junwen stormed forward, shouldered Yan Yu aside, and reached for Su Han.

But Yan Yu merely took half a step back, then caught Tan Junwen’s wrist in a firm grip.

“Kid? Who the hell do you think you are, trying to stop me?” Tan Junwen sneered.

Yan Yu lowered his gaze, his voice cold. “I didn’t want to get involved in your business, but as it happens, I’m in a bad mood today.”

“Oh? In a bad mood? Want to vent your anger? Well, let’s see what you can do to me.”

Tan Junwen, apparently no stranger to fighting, twisted Yan Yu’s arm, aiming to throw him in a classic judo move.

But—

Yan Yu stood rooted like a pine tree, unmoved no matter how Tan Junwen tried, straining several times without budging him an inch.

“What’s going on?” Tan Junwen frowned. He was a black belt in karate, yet he couldn’t so much as move a high schooler?

“You want to see what I’m like when I’m angry? Very well… I’ll oblige you.”

Yan Yu’s voice, cold as ice, sounded suddenly in Tan Junwen’s ear.