Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 146 of 214
The feud between Yang Ce and Wang Lin was not something that could be explained in a few words, so Yang Ce simply laid the whole matter at Chen Fei's feet. Going after criminals—his father, a man brimming with righteous fervor, would surely support him in that.
Sure enough, Yang Cheyan nodded after hearing it, then let out a long sigh. "So that's how it was. Ah, that foolish child. Daming, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Dad, aren't you going to ask why she took that bullet for me?" Yang Mo asked, somewhat puzzled.
"What's there to ask?" Yang Cheyan glanced at the diary on the table and shook his head. "I've lived this many years—you think I can't figure out such things? If I'm not mistaken, the reason that little girl reported you back then was jealousy over you and Su Ya, wasn't it?"
"Ah?" Yang Ce had not expected his father to be so sharp—to put his finger on the heart of the matter in one stroke.
"What do you plan to do?" Yang Cheyan said nothing more and asked directly.
"I promised her I'd take care of her from now on," Yang Mo said, a little ashamed.
"Daming, it's not my place to interfere in your affairs." Yang Cheyan was quite helpless. "But you already have two girlfriends, Mengyan and Lanling. Now you're adding another—how do you think Mengyan and the others will take it?"
"Mengyan sympathizes with her too. Getting her to come around probably won't be a problem," Yang Yanzhou said.
"If I remember rightly, you still owe a debt of feeling to a girl named Lin Yanhe," Yang Cheyan reminded him.
"That's true." Yang Ce nodded deeply. The responsibilities weighing on his shoulders were growing heavier and heavier.
"One of these days, your mother and I will meet her parents together," Yang Cheyan said. "Whether Zhou Yanning wakes up or not, your mother and I will help you look after her."
"Dad, thank you for understanding." Yang Mo was rather moved. He had expected his father to fly into a rage at him.
Yang Cheyan patted Yang Juehuan on the shoulder. "Daming, you're a grown man now. I won't say any more. If you believe it's right, then go ahead and do it with all your heart."
Yang Heng smiled, then suddenly thought of something. "By the way, Dad, what did you want to see me about?"
"It's like this, Daming." Yang Cheyan took a sheet of paper from his pocket. "Old Feng, Xiao Wang, and I have been discussing the concert. Have a look—where do you think would be better to hold it? One option is your school, the gymnasium at Songjiang Engineering University; the other is the District Seven Stadium. Which do you think is better?"
"Do you really need to consult me about this? It's all trivial stuff." Yang Ce glanced at the materials in his father's hand. "I think the school gymnasium would be a bit better—plenty of university students are Shu Ya's fans, so the atmosphere there would be livelier. But if we're looking at it from the angle of social influence, holding it at a public stadium would be better."
"That's exactly the disagreement we ran into," Yang Cheyan said with a bitter smile. "Old Feng wants the District Seven Stadium, while Xiao Wang wants the school gymnasium. Just as you said, each has its advantages. Old Feng, thinking about our advertising effect, believes a public venue gives us broader exposure. But Xiao Wang, looking at it from the angle of economic return, says Shu Ya is the idol of university students—holding it on campus would pack the place and make money too."
"What's so hard about that?" Yang Heng said. "Shu Ya's schedule has her staying in Songjiang for quite a few days anyway. Just arrange several shows at each venue."
"You're right—why didn't I think of that?" Yang Cheyan slapped his thigh. "Then it's settled. Tomorrow I'll go make the arrangements for the venues."
"By the way, Dad, bring me a copy of Shu Ya's detailed schedule tomorrow. I'll come along when it's time to pick her up at the airport," Yang Yanzhou said.