Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 111 of 214
"Not bad—he's a sharp one," Yang Cheyan said approvingly. "During the group's restructuring, many of the reference opinions from the HR department were his proposals. Not only did he streamline the original personnel structure, he also set up a number of useful new departments."
"Seems the fellow's doing all right," Yang Ce said, reassured.
"Oh, that foreigner—I mean old Buffon, the one who's been helping us—came looking for you a few times. I told him you'd gone out of town. He asked me to let you know when you got back that he'd been looking for you," Yang Cheyan said, as if suddenly remembering something.
"Oh, I know. I'll get in touch with him." Yang Duoran knew what old Buffon wanted to see him about.
After a simple lunch at home, Yang Ce left the house once more. These New Year days had kept Yang Ce run off his feet. The moment he had a bit of free time, he decided to go to the hospital and visit Zhou Yanning.
He had just called Hou Lin to ask about Zhou Yanning's condition, and the answer was still not encouraging—there was no sign of Zhou Yanning waking up. Several of the attending physicians at the hospital were in contact with Hou Lin, so every development in Zhou Yanning's condition was within Yang Juehuan's grasp.
These past days, though Yang Ce had not visited in person, he had been constantly calling to keep track of Zhou Yanning's injuries.
Hou Lin's BMW X5 had now become Yang Juehuan's official vehicle. Hou Lin himself had bought an Audi A8 as a company car, and had equipped Heaven on Earth and Nightless Sky each with a Rolls-Royce and a stretched Hummer as courtesy vehicles.
Pushing open the door of the sickroom, Yang Ce saw Zhou Yanning's mother sitting haggard at the head of the bed, holding Zhou Yanning's hand and saying something. The once radiant and elegant lady had grown thin and pale, and seeing her stirred a pang of guilt in Yang Ce's heart.
"Auntie Hua," Yang Ce called softly.
Zhou's mother looked up, glanced at Yang Puqi, then gave a faint nod, a trace of bitterness showing in her eyes. "You've come."
"Yes. Auntie Hua, is Jiajia doing any better?" Though he had been keeping track of Zhou Yanning's condition all along, he could hardly skip the polite inquiries.
"She's out of critical condition, but when she'll wake up, it's hard to say." Zhou's mother sighed and said to Yang Ce, "Yang Ce, there's a favor I'd like to ask of you—would that be all right?"
"Ah, what is it?" Yang Puqi was startled. Every time he had met Zhou's mother before, she had either looked down on him or mocked him with sarcasm. This time, however, there was none of her former attitude—her tone with him had become utterly sincere, which for the moment left Yang Mo feeling somewhat at a loss.
"I'd like to ask you—when you have time, could you come and keep Jiajia company for a while?" Zhou's mother looked at Yang Ce earnestly. "Just sit with her and talk to her."
The reason Zhou's mother was so courteous to Yang Cenbin was that over this period she had learned a few things about her daughter. She could scarcely believe her daughter was such a devoted girl. But it had all been told to her personally by her daughter's good friend Wang Xue, so she had no choice but to believe it.
To be continued.
664. A Diary
It seemed his daughter had been nursing a one-sided love all along, and he had misjudged that young man Yang Ce. Still, misunderstanding or not, his daughter had ultimately been hurt because of Yang Ce, so Mother Zhou naturally could not think well of Yang Moyi. But there was nothing to be done—the doctor had told him that his daughter's condition could now be considered a full recovery, and as for when she would wake, that depended entirely on her.
Zhou Yanning was now in a state of total self-confinement, refusing contact with the outside world and refusing to awaken. It seemed some knot in her heart remained untied. If they wanted her to wake soon, the only way was to find a way to untie that knot.