Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 164 of 214
And yet Yang Ce had just told her he had over three hundred million US dollars. Wasn't that just a little too shocking?
"Mm. US dollars." Yang Ce's face was serious. "These businesses actually didn't cost that much to build up, so your husband here is still a billionaire in the truest sense."
"Billionaire?" Chen Shutang sank into a daze. At first, learning that Yang Moyi had this much money had brought her boundless delight, but afterwards, she found herself growing a little worried.
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686. Buying a House
Originally, the two of them had been classmates, and affection had grown between them over time—that pure, untainted kind of love, with not a trace of self-interest mixed in. Chen Shutang loved Yang Ce, and not because he had money or anything else; back then, Yang Shuoxuan had had no money at all, and was a bad student who got into fights and skipped class.
But now, all at once, Yang Ce had become a billionaire, and Chen Shutang found it a little hard to accept. The gap between them had gone from being barely perceptible at the start to being utterly out of reach.
By comparison, Chen Shutang felt she was rather ordinary. She had been confident enough before—at least she was very pretty and did well in her studies—but in that instant, all of it was shattered.
She wasn't the only pretty girl who did well in school. Right now, in university, it might not seem to matter, but once they stepped out into society and Yang Juehuan's field of vision grew wider, would he stop liking her then? Especially since she was prone to the occasional tantrum and fits of jealousy—given enough time, might Yang Ce come to look down on her?
"What's the matter?" Yang Ce saw Chen Shutang's expression shifting unpredictably as she muttered to herself nonstop, and he found it rather strange.
"Yang Ce, all those things you just told me—are they true?" Chen Shutang lifted her head and looked at Yang Ce, asking as though she were reluctant to believe it.
"Mm. What's wrong? Your husband's rich now—are you that excited?" Though Yang Ce could see something was off in Chen Shutang's expression, how could he know what she was thinking? He assumed she had simply been startled.
Chen Shutang shook her head woodenly, sighed, and said softly, "I'd actually rather you didn't have that much money."
"Hm?" Yang Juehuan had always had keen hearing, and at that moment there were only the two of them in the car, so he heard everything Chen Shutang said clearly. Puzzled, he asked, "Mengyan, what are you saying?"
"Nothing," Chen Shutang said, naturally unwilling to repeat herself.
"You just said you'd rather I didn't have money. What did you mean by that? I heard you," Yang Ce pressed.
"If you heard me, why ask?" Chen Shutang frowned, then said, "Now that you have all that money, will you still like me?"
"Ah?" Yang Xutang froze at her words, then said in bewilderment, "Mengyan, what are you thinking? Do I look like that kind of person?"
"How don't you? Right now you've already got other women besides me. Once you get out into society and see more and better girls, you definitely won't like me anymore." Chen Shutang's heart was in turmoil, so her words came out a little incoherent.
"I have Lan Ling and Lin Yanhe now, and I still love you just the same, don't I?" Yang Lanxu was secretly delighted, though he kept his expression neutral. Telling Chen Shutang about his affairs today had clearly been a very wise move—she was actually so flustered by it that she didn't know what to do. This was a good sign.
"But I lose my temper with you and get jealous," Chen Shutang said.
"Heh heh. You're the original wife—you've got that privilege." Yang Hengye smiled. "Feeling better now?"
"Original wife?" At that, a smile appeared at the corners of Chen Shutang's mouth. "You said it yourself, Yang Ce. No matter what happens to you from now on, you can't ever abandon me."