Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 135 of 214
"Yang Ce, I find I've grown to dislike you a little more," Sun Jie said with a perfectly straight face.
"If you wanted me to play the hero and save the beauty, just say so. No need to beat around the bush." Yang Ce shook his head.
"You're the one who stirred up this mess. Save the beauty? Why would you? They're after you, not me." Sun Jie had barely finished speaking when her words came true. "Damn it, didn't you hear me talking to you? Are you deaf?" The young man in the basketball jersey was furious. Seeing Yang Ce still sitting there, his anger surged.
But when he caught sight of Xiao Qing and Sun Jie's faces, he froze, then began to drool. "You little brat, living it up, aren't you? Two beauties all to yourself. Tell you what—leave these two ladies with me, and I'll make an exception and let you go."
The moment the young man in the basketball jersey said this, Yang Ce burst out laughing. He looked at Sun Jie with a half-smile. "See that? He's letting me go. He wants you two to stay."
"You'd have the heart to leave your Sister Xiao Qing behind?" Sun Jie curled her lip.
"Of course I wouldn't." Yang Yan Zhou said, then turned to the young man in the basketball jersey. "Leaving two won't work. Let's negotiate—how about leaving one?"
"One, huh?" The young man in the basketball jersey smacked his lips, then said thoughtfully, "My buddies here are all pretty sturdy. You think she can handle it?"
Sun Jie was nearly sick with rage at Yang Jue Huan's words. This Yang Ce—what a vicious thing to say! Leaving one behind would mean leaving her behind.
Xiao Qing, who had been silent all this time, now grew anxious too. "Yang Ce, stop fooling around. What nonsense are you spouting?"
"It's not nonsense. I'm the last person to stick my nose into other people's business. If she's my woman, I'll take care of her. If she's not my woman, why would I bother?" As Yang Yan Zhou spoke, he watched Sun Jie's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
But he found, helplessly, that Sun Jie's expression hadn't changed at all—she was simply glaring at him with murderous eyes.
"Which one's staying? You decided yet? I think this big-breasted babe is pretty good—her, then." The young man in the basketball jersey stood behind Yang Jue Huan, giving him a direct view of Sun Jie. When he saw her explosive figure, he began to get restless.
As he spoke, his hand moved shamelessly toward Sun Jie. Yang Ce immediately frowned, displeased. I was just joking with you—did you really take it seriously?
To be continued.
674. Premeditation? Conspiracy?
How could Yang Ce let this guy take advantage of Sun Jie? Even though he'd said Sun Jie should stay, if anyone actually dared to touch her, that would be another matter entirely.
Yang Pu Qi grabbed a fork from the cutlery on the table and, with a "swish," nailed the young man's hand straight to the table. The coffee shop was a kind of Western restaurant, so the cutlery provided included forks. Though Yang Ce hadn't ordered any of the fork-requiring dishes, each cutlery set was the pre-packaged kind, so a fork came with it even if unused.
"Fuck!" the young man in the basketball jersey swore through the pain, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Staring at his palm gushing blood, he endured the agony and shouted, "You motherfucker, you dare stab me? Do you know who I am?"
"Stabbing you is the least of it." Yang Ce said carelessly. "Splashed water all over me, and you still think you're tough?"
"Don't you know who my grandfather is?" the young man in the basketball jersey said viciously.
"Who's your grandfather? Could it be Grandpa Bi?" Yang Ce teased.
"That's right! My grandfather's surname is Bi too!" The young man in the basketball jersey nodded earnestly, much to everyone's surprise.
Yang Pu Qi was stunned. He hadn't expected the guy to actually admit it, and for a moment he was at a loss.