Chapter 95: Yang Liu
Looking at Zeng Jiahe standing before him, Jiang Huirong narrowed his eyes slightly. He found this person somewhat familiar. Then, he widened his eyes in surprise, saying, "It’s you..."
He remembered this man standing before him.
This man used to like Mo Xiaohong, but in the end, Mo Xiaohong ended up with him. He had heard that this man had gone to work out of town. At that time, Jiang Huirong’s vanity was greatly satisfied, and he felt superior to others. But now, he never expected to see this man and Mo Xiaohong together.
Seeing Jiang Huirong’s surprised expression, Zeng Jiahe smiled slightly, saying, "Hello, long time no see."
Jiang Huirong found Zeng Jiahe’s smile glaring, "Why are you here, and why are you with Xiaohong? When did you two reconnect? It wouldn’t have been before we divorced, would it?"
As he finished speaking, Jiang Huirong looked gloomily at Mo Xiaohong. If she had really met up with Zeng Jiahe earlier, did that mean she had been cheating on him for some time?
Mo Xiaohong knew Jiang Huirong well. Just from his words and expression, she knew what he was thinking. However, now she couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and walked away without looking back.
Zeng Jiahe glanced at Jiang Huirong and, lowering his voice, said, "Since you didn’t cherish Xiaohong, it’s only natural for me to treasure her. Thank you for letting go."
After saying this, Zeng Jiahe hurriedly chased after Mo Xiaohong.
Watching Mo Xiaohong and Zeng Jiahe’s figures slowly disappearing into the distance, Jiang Huirong clenched his fists, his eyes filled with darkness.
On the other side, when Mo Xiaohong and Zeng Jiahe got home, they entered holding hands.
Ding Yuejun saw the two enter together and gave a knowing smile before inviting them to eat, "Xiaohong, Jiahe, dinner is ready. Wash your hands and come eat."
Mo Xiaohong felt slightly awkward seeing Ding Yuejun’s expression.
"Mom, he happened to be free and came to pick me up."
Ding Yuejun nodded with a smile, saying, "I know."
"Mom, he really just came to pick me up on the way." Mo Xiaohong still felt the need to clarify to avoid any misunderstanding.
Seeing Mo Xiaohong’s slight embarrassment, Ding Yuejun quickly said, "I know, hurry and eat."
"Let’s wait until Yiyi and the others come back before eating."
Hearing this, Ding Yuejun shook her head, saying, "Yiyi and Er Ya won’t be back for dinner tonight. They went to visit a teacher."
On another side, Yiyi and Fei Erya arrived at an old neighborhood, carrying a bag of apples and asking for directions.
"You’re going to building fifteen? Just walk over this way."
"Thank you, ma’am."
Fei Erya thanked the older lady with a smile and then walked forward with Yiyi. However, her face showed worry, "Yiyi, don’t you think Teacher Yang’s health is getting worse? If I hadn’t overheard Teacher Yao talking with other teachers today, I wouldn’t have known about this. Otherwise, we could have visited her sooner."
"Yes, we should have come to see Teacher Yang earlier."
Yiyi also felt regretful. If Fei Erya hadn’t mentioned it today, she wouldn’t have remembered Teacher Yang. Their original English teacher had always been Teacher Yang, a kind and sweet woman. However, in the first semester of their second year, Teacher Yang suddenly got seriously ill and had been physically weak since, not returning to school. That’s when Mr. Liu became their English teacher.
Fei Erya had inadvertently overheard Yao Hailai discussing with other teachers about visiting Teacher Yang. It seemed Teacher Yang’s condition had worsened to the point that she was bedridden.
Yiyi vaguely recalled something about Teacher Yang. She remembered that it was probably around this winter that Teacher Yang’s condition became critical.
Though Yiyi’s English wasn’t good, Teacher Yang treated her no differently than the top students. But now, Mr. Liu was not the same, clearly favoring the top students over others. For some reason, recently, Yiyi felt targeted by Mr. Liu. As a student, she couldn’t complain much, which made her miss Teacher Yang even more.
After walking for a while, they finally found building fifteen.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Fei Erya stepped forward and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened from the inside. It was a young man with a haggard expression. He seemed surprised to see Yiyi and Fei Erya and frowned, asking, "Who are you looking for?"
"Is this Teacher Yang’s home?"
The young man nodded when he heard this, saying, "Yes, it is. Are you here for Liu’er? Come in."
Upon entering, Yiyi and Fei Erya were greeted by the heavy smell of medicine. The young man led silently ahead, stopping at a room door, which he opened gently. He then softly said, "Liu’er, your students are here to see you." As he spoke, he gently helped the woman lying on the bed sit up.
"Teacher Yang..."
Seeing the woman before them, Yiyi and Fei Erya were shocked.
The once beautiful and graceful Teacher Yang now looked frail, like a flickering candle about to go out, which broke their hearts.
"Teacher Yang, are... are you alright?"
Fei Erya’s eyes turned moist. Even though she knew Teacher Yang was ill, she never imagined her condition would be so severe.
Yiyi, too, felt a heavy heart.
Last year, Teacher Yang was still fine, and now she seemed on the brink. How did such a person change so drastically? "Teacher Yang, please just lie down. We’ll chat with you right here." Yiyi stepped forward, looking at her with deep pity.
Yang Liu looked at them with great effort, and then she smiled faintly, struggling to say, "Fei Erya, Mo Yiyi, it’s you two. I never expected you to come see me. Thank you... thank you both." Toward the end, Yang Liu started to pant, utterly exhausted, unable to continue.
"Liu’er is growing weaker; saying this much was already her limit."
The young man beside them wore a pained expression, his eyes red.
"A Cheng, don’t... don’t be sad."
Yang Liu felt the sorrow of the person beside her and labored to caress his face.
The man was Yang Liu’s husband, Fang Cheng.
Seeing this, Fei Erya couldn’t hold back her tears. She gently tugged Yiyi’s arm, whispering, "Yiyi, let’s head back. Yang Lao Shi needs rest." Staying longer would only tire Yang Liu.
Yiyi nodded, sharing the same thought. "Teacher Yang, Er Ya and I will leave now. We’ll visit again another day."
Hearing this, Yang Liu looked at Yiyi and Er Ya with effort, and smiled, "Take care..."
Having said this, Yang Liu slumped back, revealing her emaciated neck.
Yiyi was about to leave, but upon seeing the lines beneath Yang Liu’s neck, she froze.