Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 130 of 214
"All right, all right," Shu Haikuo hurried to smooth things over. "I won't say it anymore." In truth, Shu Haikuo was deeply conflicted. Honestly, watching his daughter over the years, still brooding and grieving over that matter from the past, Shu Haikuo as a father naturally felt uneasy. Yet at the thought that he was about to become the richest man in Hong Kong, he was somewhat unwilling to let it go—his status would be a glory beyond compare, and his daughter's husband ought to be of equal standing.
It was no exaggeration to say that with her status, there was no man his daughter could not find. But seeing his daughter in low spirits, Shu Haikuo could not finish what he had to say.
"By the way, Xiao Ya, come and look at the information on this webpage. These are several higher-ups of Mingyang Heavy Industry. When the time comes, just take particular care to build good relations with these people," Shu Haikuo said, turning the laptop screen toward his daughter.
"Oh." Shu Ya had little interest, and nodded absently, glancing at the laptop—and at the sight, she could not help giving a startled "Ah!" Surely it couldn't be such a coincidence—Yang Cheyan? Astonished, Shu Ya stared at the name of the chairman of the board of Songjiang Mingyang Heavy Industry on the screen. Shu Haikuo did not know Yang Cheyan, but Shu Ya was thoroughly familiar with that name.
It was the name of her beloved's father. As for Yang Cheyan's appearance, Shu Ya could no longer recall it clearly, but the name she remembered—because in middle school, the school often required parents to sign students' exam papers, signifying that they acknowledged the student's grades.
On the exam papers of her deskmate Yang Juehuan, that name had often appeared. So Shu Ya's impression was still quite deep; but of Yang Cheyan's appearance, having seen him only once, her memory had grown very blurry.
Could it be that the group had two people named Yang Cheyan? But judging by the age, it seemed to be that man beyond doubt. Yang Juehuan's father was actually the chairman of the group—what on earth was going on?
But recalling her wondrous encounter with Yang Juehuan aboard the Alice, Shu Ya felt that perhaps not everything was so impossible. Yang Juehuan's identity was shrouded in mystery.
He had actually appeared aboard the Alice, and had rescued her from Dorsk's men. What exactly had happened in Yang Juehuan's family? Shu Ya was very curious. "What is it, Xiao Ya?" Seeing Shu Ya dazed, Shu Haikuo thought she had remembered something. "Do you also find this Yang Cheyan rather familiar? I feel the same—as if I've seen him somewhere before, but forgotten. I suppose he was a friend I didn't know well."
Hearing her father say this, Shu Ya no longer had any doubt. This Yang Cheyan must indeed be Yang Juehuan's father. Seeing the fawning look on her father's face, Shu Ya felt an inexplicable discomfort and said coldly and unpleasantly, "A friend? He'd probably like nothing better than to hate you."
"Hate me?" Shu Haikuo started, alarmed. "Xiao Ya, what's going on? Is this Yang Cheyan some enemy of mine? How come I don't remember?"
"Enemy is perhaps too strong a word, but that agency you want—I'm afraid it's a long shot," Shu Ya said faintly.
"What do you mean? What exactly is going on? Xiao Ya, you'd better explain clearly!" Shu Haikuo was badly startled. "Don't scare me!"
To be continued.
672. The Two Women Meet
"Have you ever looked into what this group's predecessor was?" Shu Ya glanced at her father, then asked.
"Its predecessor was the Songjiang Bus Factory—so what? I never had any dealings with them before either," Shu Haikuo said, puzzled.
"Yes, the Songjiang Bus Factory. Weren't you rather contemptuous of its workers back then?" Shu Ya frowned, her tone not without sarcasm.