Four Split Personalities

Yao Qianhan’s lips curled slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Isn’t that right?"

Motan continued to nod, not quite knowing what this school director auntie wanted to say.

But he didn’t wonder for too long, because...

"It’s like this."

Yao Qianhan gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, speaking in a leisurely and teasing tone. "A while back... hmm, let me think. If I remember correctly, it should be about a month and a half ago, on the evening of July 6th, I received a phone call."

Motan paused for a moment, the curiosity between his brows deepened.

"The person who called me was White真. If this name doesn’t ring a... heh, looks like you already have a hunch, Motan."

Yao Qianhan looked at the cold sweat suddenly appearing on Motan’s forehead and smiled warmly. "Yes, it’s Chenchen’s mother, that famous surgeon from S City."

"..."

Motan clenched his teeth, trying hard to remain calm, and was immensely grateful that he wasn’t in the personality that loses composure whenever Yu Chen is involved. He made a concerted effort to appear unfazed.

Honestly, despite all his calculations, Motan never expected that Director Yao in front of him would bring up this matter.

"I don’t know what Chenchen told you but even though White真 seemed calm and collected while chatting casually, as a mother, how could she not be at least a bit concerned about her precious daughter’s love life? Factually speaking, she was quite worried, nearly cutting a kidney out of an appendicitis patient."

Yao Qianhan shrugged, smiling at the increasingly uncomfortable Motan. "At that time, she hesitated for a long while but finally decided to call me because she knows Motan, you are a student at Tan Hua and wanted to understand your situation a bit."

Motan displayed a somewhat awkward smile, instinctively raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"At the time, I actually wasn’t too concerned about you, but immediately after the call, I became more aware. After all, my buddy’s son’s friend is one matter, but a rumor about a best friend’s daughter’s boyfriend is quite another. Have some tea, this thing is worth two months of your rent."

Yao Qianhan poured herself a cup of tea and then poured one for Motan, chuckling lightly. "So I did a little digging into you, truly... you never know what you’ll find until you check..."

Motan twitched at the corners of his mouth, silently taking the teacup in front of him and sipping lightly, unable to muster any smile.

"I’ve always heard about Principal Zhang’s style issues, yet I insist he is a very responsible educator and greatly appreciate all the years he’s contributed to Tan Hua, so even if he breached many work guidelines helping students skip classes, I only made him retire a few years early discreetly."

Yao Qianhan pulled a resignation report from her file folder, swaying it in front of Motan with a sly smile. "As for the salary from these years, I delivered it to him in a different sort of way."

Motan looked puzzled, then realized. "Lottery?"

"Yes, lottery. But that’s not the main point—lottery isn’t, nor is Principal Zhang."

Yao Qianhan narrowed her eyes slightly, calmly saying after several seconds of silence. "The real focus is..."

A check was pushed in front of Motan.

"Ten million, leave Chenchen."

She stared at Motan very seriously.

"Huh?"

He was first taken aback, then suddenly shook his head, instinctively pulling the chair back half a step. "No, no, Yu Chen and I aren’t in a romantic relationship, so there’s nothing to talk about leaving... or not leaving..."

"Hmm, I know."

Yao Qianhan cheerfully interrupted Motan, pleasantly taking back the large check. "I just wanted to say that line once, don’t you think it sounded super cool?"

Motan: "?"

"Stop joking."

Yao Qianhan shook her head, her expression turning more serious, but her next sentence nearly choked Motan. "So, you’re saying you and Chenchen are just playing around?"

"No!"

Frantically, Motan explained, suddenly wishing he wasn’t in his current personality. "We’re merely friends... uh... very good friends."

"Hmm, very good friends indeed."

Yao Qianhan nodded, raising an eyebrow. "So it’s that often-talked-about ’more than friends, less than lovers’ situation?"

"I think not... uh..."

Motan felt his brain was about to explode, the whole situation turning him a bit muddle-headed. "Explaining this is actually rather complex..."

"A bit complex, huh."

Yao Qianhan smacked her lips, suddenly waving her hand forcefully. "Then don’t speak of it, let’s chat about something else."

Motan: "Huh?"

"You can’t seriously treat us like antiques, speaking and acting like ’here’s money, leave XX’s side’ nonsense, can you?"

Yao Qianhan rolled her eyes, shrugged. "What era is this? Even if you can govern heaven and earth, you can’t meddle in people’s freedom to love! You know what happens the last time someone I know tried to interfere with someone’s freedom of love?"

Motan shook his head, instinctively asking. "What happened?"

"It was tragic."

Yao Qianhan sighed deeply with immense sympathy. "They had to enjoy several meals every festival cooked by their daughter and granddaughter, life was worse than death."

"Cooking? How could cooking... uh!"

At this point, Motan suddenly paused, his face instantly turning pale. "Wait! Surely, you don’t mean..."

Yao Qianhan’s gaze suddenly became much deeper. "What’s wrong? Have you tasted Little Dove’s cooking?"

"Yes... yes..."

Motan nodded with difficulty, dryly saying. "Last year during New Year at Yidong’s house."

Yao Qianhan: "..."

Motan: "..."

In the minute that followed, neither spoke, the air becoming very quiet.

At last, being the elder, Yao Qianhan broke the silence, clearing her throat and sighing deeply. "You all must have suffered."

"It’s okay."

Motan forced out a carefree smile, his mouth twitching. "Everyone’s still alive."

"Ah, let’s not talk about this anymore."

Seemingly remembering something, Yao Qianhan shivered, smoothly transitioning topics. "Let’s continue talking about you, Motan. As I know, from middle school through university, you’ve never been a well-behaved child. To put it bluntly, you hardly spent any time at school."

Motan awkwardly smiled without daring to meet her eyes.

"Moreover, I discovered a very interesting thing."

Yao Qianhan narrowed her eyes with a light laugh. "Using only conventional means, during the time from your departure from the orphanage till middle school enrollment, I received feedback that’s completely blank, as if you didn’t exist. How did you do it?"

"Since you specifically mentioned ’using only conventional means’ earlier."

Motan lightly sighed, resignedly saying. "Doesn’t that imply if you wished, finding out about those years wouldn’t be difficult for you?"

Yao Qianhan nodded, smiling. "Exactly, but I chose to respect your personal opinion, so I didn’t continue investigating."

"If possible."

Motan still didn’t provide an answer, only offering a bitter smile. "That’s my wish too."

Clearly, he wasn’t keen on answering this.

"Alright, alright."

Surprisingly, Yao Qianhan nodded straightforwardly and then asked. "But you must tell me, does Yi Dong know what you did during those days?"

"He knows."

Motan answered without hesitation.

"Good."

Yao Qianhan nodded with satisfaction and said. "Given that’s the case..."

"Please wait, Yao... uh... Aunt Yao."

Motan somewhat awkwardly interrupted Yao Qianhan, softly saying. "Since we’ve spoken of the orphanage, and mentioned Yi Dong, I have a question for you."

"Oh?"

"If it’s possible, could you tell me why Yi Dong ended up sent to the orphanage?"

"You care a lot?"

"I care a lot."

"May I interpret that as you standing up for him?"

"I suppose... yes."

Chapter 1253: End

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