Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 100 of 214
Yang Xu was helpless. He had meant to tell Sun Lin that his status as boyfriend was only temporary, that he had not yet been upgraded to official. To his surprise, the old fellow would not listen to his explanation at all. What Yang Ce feared most now was Sun Lin summoning him over for a chat every other day, so he had wanted to clarify his relationship with Sun Jie. But it seemed to have had no effect whatsoever.
The two of them hashed things out in secret in the study, and the estrangement between Sun Lin and Yan ceased to exist. They went downstairs together, the earlier unpleasantness set entirely aside, and the bloody scene in the room just now seemed never to have happened. The objects in the room had been put back in place, and the bloodstains on the floor wiped clean.
Chatting and laughing, the two returned to the dining room. Given Sun Lin's standing in the household, no matter how great the commotion outside, Sun Jie and Mother Sun would not have gone out to watch. Presumably, similar incidents had occurred before.
"What was that just now? Who were those people?" Seeing the two return, Mother Sun asked with some concern.
"Nothing. They've been dealt with. Let's carry on with our meal." With that, Sun Lin shot Yang Puqi a look. Fearing Mother Sun and Sun Jie would worry, he had no intention of recounting what had just happened.
But the most obvious change from going out and coming back was Sun Lin's attitude toward Yang Juehuan—from his initial coolness to remarkable warmth. Mother Sun was delighted, yet also somewhat puzzled. Still, this was what she had hoped to see, so she did not ask.
As for Ouyang Junyuan, after stumbling out of the Sun residence, he was still trembling with lingering fear. What kind of place was this? People from small towns were simply hopeless—no class at all. Ouyang Junyuan thought viciously. That fellow called Yang Juehuan was surely a country bumpkin who did not know who he was dealing with behind the scenes; that was the only reason he dared act so arrogantly. He would make him pay the price he deserved.
Enduring the pain in his hand, Ouyang Junyuan flagged down a taxi and returned to P Province overnight.
Ouyang Junwei was in his study going over the accounts of some of the organization's business when his steward knocked and hurried in. "Young Master."
"What is it, Uncle Qin? Haven't I told you not to disturb me when I'm going over the accounts?" Ouyang Junwei said with a frown.
"Young Master, something terrible has happened!" Steward Qin said anxiously. "I have an urgent matter."
"Then out with it." Ouyang Junwei closed the ledger before him and looked up. He knew that Steward Qin was ordinarily a stickler for rules and would not disturb him while he was working. If he had come now, something must have happened.
"Young Master, the Second Young Master has been slashed by someone!" Steward Qin said in a rush.
"What? Junyuan has been slashed?" Ouyang Junwei shot to his feet, then said urgently, "Where is he? Take me to him at once!"
"He's right downstairs. The doctor is bandaging him now," Steward Qin said.
"Oh. Let's go." Ouyang Junwei breathed a sigh of relief. If he was being bandaged at home, the injury could not be serious.
When he reached the living room downstairs, Ouyang Junwei saw Ouyang Junyuan sitting on the sofa, grimacing as he was bandaged, and said, "Junyuan, what happened?"
"Brother!" The moment Ouyang Junyuan saw his elder brother come down, he immediately poured out his grievance. "Brother, you have to get revenge for me! My finger—my thumb—someone chopped it off!"
"Oh?" Ouyang Junwei was stunned for a moment, then his expression turned dark. "What exactly happened? Who did it? Can the finger be reattached?"
"I didn't bring the severed finger back. There's no way it can be reattached now," Ouyang Junyuan said with a miserable look.