Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 182 of 214
To hold an important place in someone's heart and to be accepted by them are two entirely different things. Perhaps she had already become an indelible memory in his heart—but a memory, and nothing more.
After all, so much time had passed, and not everyone was as stubborn as she was. Shu Ya could not be sure, and she was unwilling to try.
Because her true identity was now her only trump card. If that card failed, she would lose everything. She was afraid—truly afraid—that her real identity would be exposed to Yang Shuyu, and that if Yang Ce still would not accept her then, she would truly have no chance left at all.
So this last straw to cling to—unless it came to the absolute last resort, the most critical moment—Shu Ya would never bring it out.
By contrast, Shu Ya thought that if she could use her status as a star to stoop and approach him, and if possible let a romance develop naturally—and only if that failed, then tell him her true identity.
Having settled on this plan, Shu Ya's expression returned to normal. Hmph. True, my current looks are not as beautiful as my original ones, but I am still among the best. I refuse to believe that pursuing you as a great star won't succeed.
Of course, this was only a pep talk Shu Ya gave herself. Whether it would succeed, she had not the slightest confidence in her heart.
"Shu Ya, you must be tired today. Go back to the hotel and rest well. Another day I have other business to discuss with you." Seeing that they were almost at the hotel, Yang Ce spoke.
"Wh-what business?" Shu Ya's heart gave a start.
Yang Ce pondered for a moment. The things he wanted to ask could not be explained in a minute or two, so he planned to find a time to go over them in detail. Moreover, he did not want to reveal anything in advance and put Shu Ya on her guard.
To tell Yang Ce outright that this Shu Ya and Su Ya must be connected in some way—yet Yang Ji could never find the thread.
"There is nothing in this world to trouble one—only fools trouble themselves." Yang Linyue warned her mildly, "I hope Miss Shu remembers what she said before. Nor do I wish to see a news story one day about some star meeting a tragic end."
"Oh." Though Yang Juehuan's words were severe, for some reason Shu Ya simply was not afraid. Still, to play along with Yang Ce, she put on a look of frightened deference and nodded.
Shu Ya thought to herself, I'd have to be a fool—if I told anyone about that business and something happened to you, what would become of me then?
Just as Miss Xu had predicted, the moment the stretch Audi Q7 pulled out of the airport, the reporters were on its tail. Yang Juehuan's BMW X5, by contrast, drew no attention at all.
A BMW X5 might count as a fine car, but in Songjiang there was more than one Yang Cenbin, and no shortage of wealthy men besides. So the reporters had no reason to fix their eyes on a car like that.
He parked in the underground garage of Celestial Paradise, and at once a group of bodyguards from Mingyang Company came forward to meet them. This was Yang Duoji's territory; the reporters could not get in at all. So there was no fear of Shu Ya being seen by anyone else.
"Shu Ya, would you rather go up and rest first, or wait for Miss Xu and the others?" Yang Yanchuan asked.
"I think I'll wait for them," Shu Ya said. Naturally she hoped to spend a little more time with Yan.
"All right." Yang Yu nodded, picked up a CD Shu Ya had given him, and slid it into the car's CD player. Yang Yongjin got out of the car, and the bodyguards, of course, said nothing.