Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 192 of 214
Though he no longer harbored any illusions about Lin Yanhe, he still loved her, and he wanted her to be happy.
But Yang Cen refused to apologize to Zheng Zetao, and he could not very well drag Zheng Zetao away either—after all, Zheng Zetao was only standing up for him.
"Do you dare wait here ten minutes?" Zheng Zetao pulled out his phone and pointed at Yang Yanzhou.
Yang Heng laughed, not intending to pay Zheng Zetao any more attention at all. He took Lin Yanhe's hand. "Let's go."
"Stop right there!" Zheng Zetao shouted.
"Let it go." Li Dadong hesitated, then at last reached out and caught Zheng Zetao by the sleeve. "Zetao, Zhiyun is happy now. I don't want to make trouble for her."
"Fuck." Zheng Zetao swore loudly, looking at Li Dadong with a mixture of frustration and disappointment, as though he were a lump of iron that would not turn into steel.
Li Dadong only smiled his honest, simple smile.
As Yang Ce was leaving, he gave Li Dadong a look of approval. This man was fundamentally decent—even in circumstances like these, he had held himself back from making trouble for Yang Ce. Clearly he was not the sort to be easily swayed, nor one given to rashness.
Yang Ce happened to be short-handed right now. He would have a talk with Lin Yanhe in a bit—if she thought well of him too, he would hire Li Dadong to come help at the company.
By then, with Lin Yanhe as general manager and Li Dadong working under her, he would surely not slack off. It was a little unfair to Li Dadong, but sooner or later he would have to face it—habit would make it natural. Besides, Yang Juehuan's jewelry company, though still just a fledgling small firm, had boundless prospects; it was only a matter of time before it became one of the top companies in the country.
"Dadong, today I let this slide for your sake, but if I run into that kid alone next time, I won't let him off so easily," Zheng Zetao said viciously.
It was not that Zheng Zetao had never come off the worse—but those losses had all been at the hands of ruthless men he considered beyond his reach. Someone like Yang Cen, he did not count as any kind of ruthless man at all.
"Yang Ce, I was so scared just now," Lin Yanhe said, clutching Yang Juehuan's hand, her palm faintly damp with sweat.
"Heh, why? Afraid that Zheng Zetao fellow would hit me, or were you worried about Li Dadong?" Yang Hengye said.
"What? How could I be worried about him?" Lin Yanhe caught herself and quickly corrected: "All these years, I've always treated Brother Dadong like my own elder brother. I just don't want any conflict between you two."
"I understand." Yang Ce smiled ambiguously. "Zhiyun, what a waste of that plate of fried rice. Looks like I'll have to trouble you to fix me something to eat."
"Sure!" Lin Yanhe nodded readily at Yang Juehuan's words. Being able to do something for Yang Ce made her, at this moment, utterly delighted.
"I'm going to have a taste of your cooking. Aunt Shen's cooking is excellent, so I imagine her apprentice can't be bad either," Yang Ce teased.
"You're making fun of me." Lin Yanhe pursed her lips. "If it doesn't turn out as good as my mom's, you'll have to scold me."
"I won't." Yang Ce pinched Lin Yanhe's little hand. "As long as you made it, I'll like eating it."
"Ah." Lin Yanhe was stunned, staring blankly at Yang Yongjin, at a loss.
Though their relationship now was somewhat hard to define, Yang Jiyan had never spoken to her so intimately and tenderly before.
Yang Ce, meanwhile, had obtained Chen Shutang's imperial sword and was now completely unrestrained. Originally, he had intended to let things with Lin Yanhe develop naturally, but now that he no longer feared Chen Shutang would quarrel with him if she found out, Yang Shuoxuan decided it was time to adjust his strategy.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Lin Yanhe somewhat dazed, Yang Hengye asked.
"N-nothing." At that moment, Lin Yanhe's heart was brimming with joy.