Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 140 of 214
"Mother of god—didn't the boss say there was no danger? How come this Yang Juehuan does things so viciously? Forget it, I'd better just say it early. No point suffering for nothing. Saying it now, he shouldn't get suspicious—after all, my situation right now is pretty desperate."
Yang Ce heard what was in his mind, though his expression did not change. This was his secret—the secret of his victories.
Seeing Yang Ce's eyes fixed straight on him, Lü Silong felt a pang of guilt, but braced himself and said, "Fine, I'll talk, I'll talk. Stop shocking me."
"Talk," Yang Ce said, waving a hand to signal Hou Lin to wait.
"It—it was Sun Jie," Lü Silong said, trembling.
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676. The Right Elder
"Sun Jie?" Yang Ce stared at Lü Silong in astonishment. Sun Jie had sent someone to kill him—was he mistaken?
"You must never tell her it was me who said this, or I'm dead for sure," Lü Silong said cautiously.
"You're certain it was Sun Jie?" Yang Ce looked at Lü Silong strangely. "I say, do you even know who Sun Jie is?"
"She's the one sitting across from you today, of course," Lü Silong said.
"Then tell me, why would Sun Jie want me dead?" Yang Ce did not believe for a moment that Sun Jie would send someone to kill him; there was no reason for it at all. He and Sun Jie bore no grudge against each other—if anything, there was even a certain inexplicable ambiguity between them. The idea that Sun Jie would kill him was the biggest joke in the world.
Even if the means by which Yang Ce had won Sun Jie over had been somewhat crude, it was still nowhere near enough to earn him Sun Jie's hatred.
Yang Ce stared at Lü Silong and said nothing, just looked at him like that.
Lü Silong, however, felt a pang of guilt, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Still, he could not think of any reason why Yang Yongjin would believe him, so on the surface he kept up a perfectly composed appearance, while his heart churned violently.
"He ought to believe me now, surely. There was nothing flawed in what I said."
"Sorry, but I don't believe a word of it," Yang Hengye said. "Full of holes."
"Huh?" Lü Silong froze, staring at Yang Ce in disbelief. It was as though the man had known exactly what he had just been thinking.
"Da Hou, carry on. I want to see what a roasted little dick looks like," Yang Yanzhou said.
"No problem." With that, Hou Lin grabbed the electric baton and advanced on Lü Silong.
"No, no, please, anything but that!" Lü Silong's voice cracked with fright. "I've already named the man behind it all—why are you still going to shock me?"
"Did you? You haven't told the truth at all," Yang Ce snorted.
"I really didn't lie to you—how would I dare lie to anyone?" Lü Silong said again and again.
"Whether you lied or not is written plain as day on your face. Do you think I can't see it?" Yang Ce sneered.
"I—" Lü Silong's heart was seized with doubt and dread. Was he really that hopeless at acting?
"If I'd known, I never would have taken this job. Ugh, this bastard is really hard to deal with. Didn't Boss Yun say this task would be easy? Damn it, he's going to be the death of me. Next time, no matter how much money they offer, I won't do it."
Boss Yun—Yang Hengye had caught it. Fine, you don't have to tell the truth, but your own thoughts have already betrayed you. And at that moment, Yang Shuoxuan let out a deep breath of relief.
Earlier, although Yang Ce had not believed that Sun Jie would send someone to kill him, he had still harbored some doubts. After all, among all his women, Sun Jie was the one he could least fathom.
Yang Ce simply could not guess at Sun Jie's thoughts. She clearly held some affection for him, yet she stubbornly refused to yield.
If Yang Yongjin had possessed any supernatural ability, he might well have grown a little suspicious at this moment—after all, Sun Jie had picked up that pistol in the end, and Yang Yongjin could not help but wonder at her intentions.