Chapter 77: Wouldn't That Make Him an Outcast Both Inside and Out?!

Father Tang’s face was livid with rage. “Such boastfulness at your age! Tang Yu, what kind of riffraff are you associating with? You don’t study properly at school, spend your days with these people—it’s no wonder you have no friends at school. Who else would they target but you?”

Tang Yu paused in the act of drinking water, lifted her head and looked at him quietly. “So you mean, all the bullying I suffered is what I deserve?”

“What else? Why do you think they only beat you and not anyone else?”

Tang Yu’s hand trembled lightly as she gripped the quilt.

Bian Yang’s expression was dark, about to speak.

The next second, with a loud crash, the water glass flew from her hand and smashed at Father Tang’s feet, shattering into pieces.

Father Tang was wearing shorts; the hot water splashed onto him, and he howled in agony.

Bian Yang was stunned for a moment, then applauded. “Well smashed.”

He fetched another glass from the cabinet and pressed it into her hand. “Go ahead and smash them. We’ve got plenty more.”

Tang Yu had lost control just now, but now she looked at her hand, then at Bian Yang.

He showed no sign of annoyance, but seemed almost pleased…

“Tang Yu, you—you actually dared to throw things at me! You’ve become lawless!” Father Tang was still in shock.

The once obedient, silent daughter who only buried herself in her studies, whose voice never dared to rise—now she dared to throw things at him!

Mother Tang was stunned as well. “Tang Yu, who taught you this? You dare to throw things at your parents now, what next—fly to the heavens? Tell me, who taught you? Was it your grandparents? Or that good-for-nothing beside you?”

“Leave. I don’t want to see you,” she said, forcing out a breath. “Since you never cared for me from the start, don’t bother caring for me ever again.”

Bian Yang was right: people should not be indulged, the more you indulge them, the worse they become.

Tang Yu slowly lifted her head. “If you insist on meddling in my affairs, fine. But as I said just now, send me the child support first. Oh, and besides child support…”

She looked at Father Tang, her voice low. “You’ve never paid Grandpa and Grandma’s support. Pay both at once.”

Father Tang’s gaze darted away. “What child support, what elderly support? You’re just a kid, what do you know!”

“Don’t want to admit it? That’s fine. There are plenty of lawyers who can teach you the law,” Bian Yang said calmly.

But when Father Tang met his sharp, black eyes, his neck chilled.

It was as if this boy really would do as he said.

Two payments were a considerable sum; if his family found out, there’d be chaos…

At the mention of money, the couple fell silent.

Even when they were thrown out, they only cursed under their breath and left, clearly afraid that Tang Yu might actually hire a lawyer and sue them for money.

Bian Yang picked up a broom and swept up the shards of glass. Tang Yu’s lips moved, her hand clenched beneath the quilt. “I lost control just now…”

“Tsk, you certainly did. So close and you still missed.”

Tang Yu looked at him, a bit bewildered.

Bian Yang finished cleaning up, sat relaxedly on the sofa by her bed, raised an eyebrow. “When you’re out of the hospital, you’ll need some shooting practice. Next time, aim better.”

His serious demeanor left Tang Yu speechless.

Alright, perhaps she was overthinking.

“But…” Tang Yu was more curious, “Bian Yang, how do you know so much about the law? If we really go to court, would they actually pay child support and elderly care?”

“Of course,” Bian Yang replied. “It’s stipulated by law. They must comply. If they refuse, they bear criminal liability, possibly facing up to three years in prison, detention, or fines.”

Tang Yu, venturing into this field for the first time, glimpsed a ray of hope in her eyes. “If I want to sue them, what should I do?”

“Find a lawyer—they’ll help you with everything.” After a pause, Bian Yang suggested, “If you want to sue, I know a kind-hearted lawyer who specializes in these cases—and doesn’t charge.”

“Really?” Tang Yu hesitated. “Can there really be such a lawyer?”

Don’t all lawyers charge—and aren’t the fees high?

“Really. This lawyer is indifferent to fame or fortune, won’t take your money even if you try.”

Seeing her eyes light up, Bian Yang’s lips curved slightly. “I’ll contact him now.”

Bian Yang dialed a call, reached Qin Mingyu, and asked him to find a suitable lawyer.

Within five minutes, everything was arranged.

After hanging up, he told Tang Yu, “The lawyer will be here the day after tomorrow. When he arrives, tell him your needs—he’ll help you get what you want.”

“Bian Yang, thank you!”

Tang Yu had met few people in Liangcheng, let alone a lawyer.

She could forgo her own child support, but if she could get some support for her grandparents, at least her grandmother’s illness might have more hope for treatment.

Bian Yang propped his chin and looked at her, grinning mischievously. “I’ve done you such a big favor, and you think a thank you is enough?”

Tang Yu blinked at him. “What do you want, then? As long as I can do it, I will.”

“No need. After all, protecting a little brother is what a big brother should do.” He glanced at the girl’s obedient look, then smiled, “How about this—call me ‘Brother’ once.”

Tang Yu: “…”

She bit her lip, looked at him, then lowered her head, appearing conflicted.

“What’s wrong? Can’t even say two little words?”

Bian Yang teased with a half-smile.

Tang Yu was still wavering. He had helped her so much, and the request was simple—hardly excessive.

Her soft lips pressed together, then relaxed, her lashes trembled, “Brother.”

Her voice was gentle and tender.

Bian Yang shuddered, as if he’d just swallowed a soft-centered candy, staring at her lips as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

When she looked over, he quickly shifted his gaze, coughed awkwardly. “Well, I’m going to ask the doctor about your injury. You focus on your studies here.”

He tugged down his loose shirt to cover his thighs, rose from the sofa, and hurriedly left the ward.

Tang Yu blinked, baffled.

He was the one who asked her to say it—yet he was the first to run.

She tidied up her desk, the nurse came to remove her IV, she wanted to read a bit more, and just then, Bian Yang returned.

He was rather serious as he asked, “Tang Xiaoyu, you and your parents are really finished, right? No chance of reconciliation?”

Tang Yu: “Huh?”

“Huh what? I’m asking you something serious. Answer properly.”

Bian Yang had calmed down outside and remembered he’d cursed her parents.

If Tang Yu softened and reconciled in the future, then what? He’d be caught in the middle!

How would he ever face her parents again!

Tang Yu thought carefully, shook her head. “Since their divorce, they’ve never cared for me—even when I’m ill, they never check on me. Our relationship was worn away over these years. Actually, it’s one thing if they don’t care about me, but not caring about Grandpa and Grandma too—now it’s reached the point of a lawsuit, reconciliation is impossible.”

In fact, once the lawsuit started, Father and Mother Tang would only resent her more, never treat her kindly.

“Good,” Bian Yang breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, “Your household registration book isn’t with your parents, is it?”

Tang Yu hesitated, “Why do you ask?”

“Well… you might need it for the lawsuit.”

Bian Yang replied carelessly, without the slightest blush.