Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 143 of 214
"What? Me?" Sun Jie was taken aback at the sudden seriousness in Yang Ce's voice, then said: "You suspect me?"
"No." Yang Ce laughed again. "So I had someone give the fellow's little johnny a jolt with a stun baton, and at last he told the truth."
"You—you really are wicked," Sun Jie said, relieved. If Yang Ce had truly suspected her, she would have felt rather let down. "So who did it?"
"Yun Guangdu," Yang Ce told her truthfully.
"Him?" Sun Jie frowned. "He hasn't harassed me for a long time. I never thought he'd hold it in this long."
"But this move of his was vicious enough—sowing discord between us. Good thing our relationship is solid. Otherwise he really would have found a gap to exploit," Yang Yanzhou said.
"What do you plan to do?" Sun Jie asked.
"A minor character—why bother with him? I can kill him anytime I want," Yang Ce said. "I've sent Big Hou to deal with him."
"Big Hou?" Sun Jie asked, puzzled.
"Hou Lin," Yang Ce explained.
"By the way, Yang Ce, what exactly is the relationship between you and Hou Lin and Bao Lin?" Sun Jie asked after hearing this. "Are you hiding something from me?"
"I have plenty of secrets, but I can't just tell you any of them. We'll talk after you become my woman," Yang Yanzhou said.
"Aren't I already?" Sun Jie retorted.
"Your person is, but your heart isn't yet," Yang Ce said with a curl of his lip.
"Suit yourself. Don't say it then." Sun Jie said flatly, and hung up.
Yang Ce shook his head and thought nothing of it.
"By the way, Big Hou, how did that business with my uncle Yue Huacheng turn out?" Yang Yanchuan said.
"Yaoguang City's been renovated and reopened, and from what I can see, business is looking decent so far," Hou Lin reported. "We also bought out that sand quarry and handed it over to Mr. Yang." This "Mr. Yang" naturally referred to Yang Dashan.
"Good, as long as it's taken care of." Yang Yu nodded. "By the way, Da Hou, my dad's only just taken over as chairman, so there's a lot about operations he still doesn't understand. Find some time to help him out more, will you? I'm worried Uncle Feng and Xiao Wang won't be able to manage on their own."
"Wang Jinde will be fine. That kid's sharp as a tack—he's bound to be Uncle Yang's right-hand man," Hou Lin said with a laugh. "But the concert's coming up soon, and I'll need to help coordinate a few things there too."
"Mm, use your own judgment," Yang Ce instructed.
Amid all the busyness, he finally stole a moment of peace. Yang Ce leaned back against his bed, stroking a diary in his hand, his feelings a complicated tangle.
Sneaking a look at someone else's diary was a terribly impolite thing to do, but since Wang Xue had given it to him, that meant the diary must contain something related to him.
After hesitating again and again, Yang Ce decided to open it and read. Since he had already decided to accept Zhou Yanning, he ought to try to understand her. And a diary was the best way to understand a person's inner world and character.
To Heng, a master lockpicker, the little lock on the diary was basically decoration. Catching up a paperclip, Yang Ce popped the lock open.
The diary began in middle school. From the clumsy handwriting at the start to the graceful, practiced script later on, it marked a girl's journey from naive confusion to maturity. The sweetness and bitterness in between—what a precious treasure it all was.
Yang Ce decided to skim through it first, so he picked out the sections connected to his own name. Yang Juehuan's eyes were as good as a computer's search function, sweeping straight through the pages and easily locating the relevant passages. Still, this Zhou Yanning girl was quite amusing—Yang Ce noticed that his own name was almost always replaced with "him" or "y."
"June 14. Why is he always so gentle with Su Ya, but whenever he talks to me he looks annoyed?"