Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 126 of 214
"Heh, you—you're always joking." Seeing that Yang Ce truly wasn't taking the matter to heart, Xiao Qing felt her worries lift, and she laughed through her tears.
"I'm not joking," Yang Ce said. There was nothing to hide from Xiao Qing—though the two maintained a lovers' relationship, they didn't present themselves as a couple to the outside world. So Yang Ce had no need to be coy, and he laughed. "Sister Xiao Qing, didn't you know I have an ambition? It's to marry a pair of lilies as my wives—haha!"
Xiao Qing was speechless, staring at Yang Ce in sheer astonishment. "Are you serious or not? You really think that way? I can't help feeling there's something a bit off about your mind."
"Come on, what could possibly be off about my mind?" Yang Ce scratched his scalp and said, "I figure most men think the same way I do."
"Is that so? I really don't understand the workings of you men's minds," Xiao Qing said with a shake of her head. "I thought you'd be furious. I never expected you to harbor such an aspiration."
"Oh, right—I know a friend who's also a lady-lover. How about I introduce you two someday? Maybe you'd make a pair," Yang Ce said, his thoughts turning wickedly to Sun Jie. They were both his women anyway, so putting them together shouldn't be a problem, should it?
"Drop dead," Xiao Qing said irritably. "How about this: if she contacts me again, I'll call you, and you can accompany me while we explain everything to her."
"Of course, no problem," Yang Ce nodded and said. "All right, baby, don't worry about it. Oh, by the way—tell me, between women and women, how do you, you know, do that? And how come you're still intact?"
Yang Ce's relationship with Sun Jie had not grown intimate enough to be like his with Xiao Qing. Even if curious, he would never ask Sun Jie about such things. But with Xiao Qing it was different, so Yang Ce wanted to probe and find out.
"No way! What's there to talk about?" Xiao Qing lowered her head, deeply embarrassed.
"Fine, don't tell me. Then demonstrate for me," Yang Ce said wickedly.
"How could I demonstrate that? You're not a woman," Xiao Qing said, somewhat perplexed.
"Let's first demonstrate our own version, and then you can slowly tell me how you did it," Yang Ce said, his hands already beginning to roam restlessly over Xiao Qing's body.
And so, spring's splendor filled the garden once more. Inside the grand Shu residence in Hong Kong.
"Xiaoya, this time aboard the Alice, you suffered because of me. It was your father's incompetence—I couldn't protect you," Shu Haikuo said with some guilt. "You know as well as I do that our Shu family simply cannot contend with Dorsk. Ah, but heaven must have opened its eyes—someone went and did away with Dorsk. We really ought to thank that person. Xiaoya, are you truly sure you didn't see what he looked like?"
"No, my back was to him at the time, and he was wearing a mask anyway." Of course Shu Ya would never tell her father about seeing Yang Juehuan. Yang Ce had told her to keep it secret, and she would naturally obey—this was her little secret with him, not to be shared with anyone.
Yet Shu Ya was dismissive of her father's words, and in her heart she even felt a measure of contempt for him. Incompetent, unable to protect her, unable to contend—hmph. The very man you once looked down on the most, Yang Ce, was the one who could protect me. That is a real man.
"Oh, so that's how it was," Shu Haikuo nodded and said. "Well, as long as you're all right, that's what matters."
"Dad, for my national tour, the first stop is going to be Songjiang," Shu Ya said suddenly and calmly.
"Songjiang? Didn't we agree the first stop would be Yanjing?" Shu Haikuo was taken aback. "The promotional reach there is nothing compared to Yanjing."
"I don't care. I'm definitely going," Shu Ya shook her head and said. "Besides, I've already discussed it with my manager. The schedule is all set; we're just waiting for a response from the Songjiang side."