Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 102 of 214
"That—" Hearing his father's analysis, Ouyang Junwei broke out in a cold sweat at once. It was true—not a word his father said was wrong. If he really did that, the consequences would be unthinkable. Still, he was unwilling to let it go. "Then this matter with our younger brother—just let it go?"
"Let it go? Of course it can't be let go," Ouyang Kanqi said. "As for the Sun family, send someone to make contact and try to negotiate peace with them. Of course, wrangle some concessions out of it. As for the killer who injured Xiaoyuan—leave that to me. You needn't concern yourself."
"I understand, Father," Ouyang Junwei said with a nod. "Then I'll leave Xiaoyuan's matter in your hands."
"You little brat—Xiaoyuan is your brother, and he's my son too," Ouyang Kanqi scolded with a laugh. "Still, the bond between you two brothers now truly gratifies me. Rest easy—can't you trust your old dad? That fellow who hurt Xiaoyuan, I'll make him pay tenfold."
"Heh heh, of course. I almost forgot—Father, you're the leader of the Hawk Eye Group," Ouyang Junwei said with a cold smile.
Little did they know, the plan the Ouyang father and son thought so flawless was sending them down the road to the Yellow Springs. The assassin organization that had never been famous would likewise be declaring its own destruction.
After dinner, Sun's mother said, "Little Yang, stay here tonight. Steward Sun, go prepare a guest room."
"Prepare a guest room for what? He can just share a room with Xiaojie," Sun Lin said with a wave of his hand.
"Ah?" This time Sun's mother was thoroughly baffled. How had her old man changed so bizarrely? Even Sun Jie was frowning, looking at her father in confusion, not knowing what he meant.
Seeing everyone staring at him, Sun Lin cleared his throat twice and explained, "Look, we're none of us old relics. These young people are dating—who hasn't slept together before?"
"Uh—" Yang Ce and Sun Jie both stared at Sun Lin dumbfounded. The old fellow was a bit too blunt. Little did they know that since Sun Lin had set his mind on Yang Ce, he could not let the matter fall through—he was in a hurry to hold a grandchild. Now that the son-in-law candidate was settled, the next great task was to hurry up and produce a grandchild.
"What kind of expressions are those?" Sun Lin put on a stern face and said seriously, "Xiaojie, your dad isn't some unenlightened old fogey. You're a grown woman now—what's there to be embarrassed about? What's done is done. Dare you say the two of you haven't slept together?"
That question left Sun Jie speechless. She really didn't dare say they had. Even once counted as having done it. It was just that her relationship with Yan right now—"All right, Old Sun, you're drunk, aren't you?" Sun's mother could not stand to listen any longer. Seeing the two children so embarrassed, she hurried to the rescue. "Who talks about such things out in the open? Don't mind him, you two—go upstairs and have fun. I'll give him a scolding."
"Let's go." Sharing a room with Sun Jie—Yang Jiyan was greatly tempted. That idea sounded quite good indeed.
Sun Jie shot Yang Puqi a glare. How could she not see his crooked thoughts? But with her mother present, she could hardly say much, so she merely said, "Mom, we'll go upstairs first."
"Go on, go on," Sun's mother said with a wave of her hand.
Yang Ce slipped his arm around Sun Jie's slender waist, and side by side they went upstairs. When they reached the room at the far end, Sun Jie pushed open the door and said, "No rummaging through my things."
"Secrets, is it?" Yang Ce was not one to stand on ceremony. He walked in casually and plopped himself down on Sun Jie's bed. What he had not expected was that Sun Jie's bed was a double—just right for two.
"Get up. Is your trousers even clean, sitting around like that?" Sun Jie glared at him. "I sleep naked every night. Don't get dust all over it."