TVSFPAG -Chapter 108 Who Taught You Language Arts?

Chu Jinhan slapped the phone against Bai Yu’s chest and let go. Bai Yu instinctively fumbled to catch it, almost dropping it in the process.

Seeing Chu Jinhan’s serious expression, Bai Yu didn’t bother arguing about the phone.

“What’s with you? You just snatched my phone out of nowhere. Explain yourself, what’s going on? Otherwise, I’m calling the police.”

Chu Jinhan said, “The image she sent you—whose is it?”

“She said it was her friend’s and asked me if it was serious. Judging by your reaction… did something happen to her?”

Chu Jinhan glanced at him. “Seems like you don’t know either.”

Bai Yu was momentarily speechless. “Did you come here just to pick a fight with me?”

Chu Jinhan didn’t waste words. “She left.”

The color on Bai Yu’s face instantly drained, replaced by a pale white. He nearly lost his balance.

He steadied himself by holding onto his car, taking several deep breaths, but still couldn’t calm down.

There was a hint of confusion and pain in his eyes, as if recalling something unpleasant.

Chu Jinhan looked at him strangely.

After several minutes, Bai Yu finally raised his head with difficulty and spoke, “So soon?”

He murmured to himself, “From the report I saw, she should have at least three months left to live. How could it be so soon? What did you feed her?”

“…”

“I meant, she left Qingcheng.”

Bai Yu froze in place, staring blankly at Chu Jinhan.

The pallor on his face visibly turned into a flush.

His lips moved as if he was about to curse. “You… I… who taught you language arts?”

“You’re a doctor, aren’t you? Judging by her condition, does she look like someone who’s ill?”

Bai Yu pondered for a moment. “She doesn’t look like it, but it’s hard to say. There are always people with unusual symptoms that aren’t obvious on the surface.”

Chu Jinhan remained silent for a long time before speaking softly, “Before, she asked me some strange questions.”

“What questions?”

“No need to tell you.”

Bai Yu was once again exasperated and laughed bitterly. “So what exactly did you come to me for?”

“Originally, I wanted to ask if you knew where she went. Seems like you don’t.”

Bai Yu retorted irritably, “Aren’t you her boyfriend? If you don’t know, how would I know?”

“She went more than two thousand kilometers away. I don’t know the exact place.”

Bai Yu looked surprised. “How do you know she went more than two thousand kilometers away?”

Chu Jinhan gave him a sidelong glance.

Before he could speak, Bai Yu raised a hand to stop him. “Alright, I get it. You don’t need to tell me. But I can find her address—do you want to know?”

Chu Jinhan didn’t respond, which made Bai Yu, who had intended to turn the tables, feel deflated.

Bai Yu shook his head helplessly. “Give me her ID number.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“She doesn’t show it to me.”

Bai Yu seemed to think of something, and this time he actually laughed—a gloating kind of laugh. “I see. Got it. But it’s not a big problem.”

He unlocked his phone and began searching for something.

A few minutes later, Chu Jinhan, growing a bit impatient, asked, “What are you looking for?”

Bai Yu replied, “No need to tell you.”

……

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, Bai Yu finally raised his head and looked at Chu Jinhan. “Why are you still here? If you’ve got nothing else, you can leave.”

“You found it?”

Bai Yu curled his lips slightly and said a few words, “No need to tell you.”

Chu Jinhan said, “Fine. I’ll go talk to your friend named Xiao Xian.”

Bai Yu froze for a moment and looked at him suspiciously. “I say… do you know something already?”

Chu Jinhan replied, “I didn’t at first. But judging by your reaction, I should go talk to her. Maybe I’ll find out.”

Only then did Bai Yu realize he had been tricked.

People often lose their composure when they feel guilty—he was no exception.

Admitting defeat, he put his phone back into his pocket and looked at Chu Jinhan with a smile. “Alright, I’ll take you to find her.”

Since Chu Jinhan had already said he was going to find Xiao Xian, Bai Yu would not leave him here—if Chu Jinhan left, Xiao Xian might leave as well.

“When do we set off?”

Bai Yu thought for a moment. “I need to make some arrangements on my side, and you probably need to as well. Let’s leave tomorrow afternoon.”

Chu Jinhan nodded and turned to leave.

Bai Yu called out to him, “Wait—tell me first, why did you think of going to find Xiao Xian?”

Chu Jinhan glanced back at him. Perhaps worried Bai Yu wouldn’t take him along, he didn’t repeat “no need to tell you.”

“I feel like I know her. You came to find Song Yunfei, and Xiao Xian came to find you. Maybe… before I lost my memory, we all knew each other.”

Bai Yu gave him an approving look.

Although the guess wasn’t entirely correct—Xiao Xian hadn’t come specifically for him—it was close enough.

This also made Bai Yu certain that Chu Jinhan had not regained his memory.

Thinking about it further was somewhat terrifying. He was now a bit worried—once Chu Jinhan regained his memory, what would happen to Song Yunfei? She’d probably be working the sewing machine until it smoked.

Not wanting to provoke him further, Bai Yu nodded and said, “Tomorrow afternoon at 3:30, meet here.”

Chu Jinhan responded with a sound of acknowledgment and walked toward his electric scooter.

Watching him leave, Bai Yu suddenly realized that the unanswered phone call from earlier was likely made by this man.

He had deliberately done that to avoid unlocking and checking his phone—truly cunning.

By the time Song Yunfei finished collecting the grain, it was already dark.

She hadn’t done physical labor in a long time, and now her whole body felt as if it were wrapped in needles, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing her scratching herself, Mrs. Song couldn’t help but say, “Stop scratching. There’s water in the pot—go take a shower first.”

“Alright, Mom.” Song Yunfei felt greatly relieved and hurried into the kitchen, scooping water with a bucket to bathe.

The conditions at home were even worse than in a rented place—there was no water heater, so bathing could only be done manually with buckets.

She filled two large buckets of water, carried them into a small adjacent room, and washed herself several times before finally feeling that the grime on her body was gone. It felt as though she had come back to life.

By the time she came out, Mrs. Song had already prepared dinner.

“I didn’t know you were coming back today, so I didn’t prepare any proper dishes. Just make do with this for now. I’ll go buy more tomorrow.”

Song Yunfei looked at the table—there was only a pot of plain porridge and some pickled vegetables. She was indeed hungry, so she picked up her bowl and began eating voraciously.

Song Dashan was also at the table. Because of his illness, he couldn’t drink porridge freely.

But he also couldn’t eat anything else—he could only manage a few sips of porridge.

There was no other option; whatever he felt like eating, Mrs. Song would prepare for him.

After eating her fill, Song Yunfei put down her bowl and looked at her parents. After some thought, she began to speak.

“Dad, Mom, I’ve taken on two big projects this time and earned quite a bit of money. It should be enough to treat Dad’s illness. Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow.”

Mrs. Song didn’t say anything, instead turning to look at Song Dashan.

Song Dashan set down his chopsticks and sighed. “Dad knows you mean well, but earning money isn’t easy for you. My illness is what it is—don’t try to persuade me to go suffer through treatment and waste money for nothing.”