Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 171 of 214
"What?" Manager Liu was taken aback, then smiled wryly. "I'm sorry, you two. Sun-Moon Pavilion has already been reserved by Miss Song. You can look at other villas—don't worry, I'll be sure to apply for the best possible price for you."
"Mengyan, how about we pick another one?" Yang Shuoxuan had no choice—someone else had simply gotten there first.
"Pick another one?" Chen Shutang couldn't hide her disappointment. She really did like that villa. She'd thought it was expensive, but once the decision was made and she'd set her heart on buying it, the price no longer mattered. Now that it was suddenly unavailable, she was naturally quite disappointed.
"Nothing to be done. Someone else beat us to it," Yang Ce said with a shrug.
Yang Ce could have stepped in with full force and simply bought the villa outright, but he was not an unreasonable man, so he didn't do that. Yet just because Yang Yongjin wouldn't do such a thing, someone else was forcing Yang Cenbin's hand in the matter.
The Miss Song who had said nothing all this time now spoke up. She raised her head and said, coolly and indifferently, "Beat you to it? Hmph. Even if you'd already signed the contract, I could still buy that house."
Yang Wenru frowned, and Chen Shutang also felt the atmosphere turning sour. She quickly said, "Yang Ce, let's just look at the others."
Yang Ce had wanted to get a few digs in at Miss Song, but one look at Chen Shutang and he held back. He nodded and said, "All right."
"Hmph. Blame your man for being useless. My husband made one phone call and got the lowest price." Yang Yongjin—Miss Song—still wouldn't let it go.
To be continued.
689. Mengyan Loses Her Temper
"You—" Chen Shutang was instantly choked with rage. She was nothing like Lin Yanhe, no one could walk all over her. She had been a class officer back in school, and anyone who could hold a class office was hardly the meek and mild type.
She had let Yan let the matter slide, yet the woman had only grown more brazen. Though Chen Shutang had not been born into great wealth, her father was after all the head of the municipal bureau's criminal investigation division—a cadre of no small standing. How could she let herself be mocked?
What was more, in Chen Shutang's heart, Yang Ce was the finest of men, and this Miss Song had actually dared to say he was no good. Naturally, Chen Shutang could bear it no longer: "I'd trouble you to watch your tongue. We didn't provoke you, and we knew you wanted the Sun-Moon Pavilion first, and we didn't compete with you for it. Aren't the things you're saying now a bit out of line?"
Angry as Chen Shutang was, she did not curse the woman back but instead pointed out Miss Song's fault in the most reasonable of terms.
"Didn't compete with me? Hah, why don't you just try competing?" Miss Song curled her lip. "Stop trying to save face. If you can't afford it, you can't afford it. These days it isn't money alone that gets things done—you need connections too. You look like a pretty girl, so let me give you a word of advice: when it comes to men, money isn't all that matters—you need power too. While you're still young, find yourself another one, and quickly. If that's too hard, I can introduce you to a vice president at my husband's company—he does quite well for himself in Songjiang."
"Shut your mouth!" Chen Shutang was now truly furious. Miss Song's words were simply too vicious. In her eyes, it was as if she and Yan were together only for the money. Chen Shutang's face flushed crimson with rage, and unable to contain herself any longer, she raised her hand and dealt Miss Song a fierce slap.
"Smack"—the crisp sound of the slap rang out incomparably loud in the office.
Chen Shutang was truly beside herself with anger, and she held nothing back in that slap, putting all her strength into it. A girl's strength may not be great, but landing on Miss Song's delicate cheek, it sent her sunglasses flying on the spot and swelled her face up high.