Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 213 of 214
"Good. Sisi, you take charge of the arrangements, just as we discussed—put him in charge of personnel and attendance discipline," Yang Yanzhou said.
"All right." Zhao Sisi nodded.
"Shall we go grab a bite together?" Yang Ce checked the time; it was already the dinner hour.
"No, I have to take dinner to Zhang Bin at the hospital." Zhao Sisi shook her head with a smile.
"All right then. Give Zhang Bin my regards." With that, Yang Yanzhou stood up. "We'll be off."
Only after leaving the company with Lin Yanhe did Yang Ce ask, "When Li Dadong came looking for you, was it just to say he wanted to work at the company?"
"Yes." Lin Yanhe started and stammered.
"Nothing else?" Looking at Lin Yanhe's expression, Yang Ce knew she was not telling the truth.
"N-no, nothing else." Lin Yanhe hastily shook her head.
Yang Hengye smiled and did not press further. Everyone was entitled to their privacy, and Yang Ce was no gossipmonger—there was no need to ask in such detail.
"Where to?" Yang Yanchuan asked.
"Aren't you going to keep your girlfriend company?" Lin Yanhe asked cautiously.
"Aren't I keeping you company right now?" Yang Ce feigned ignorance and reached out to circle his arm around Lin Yanhe's waist.
"I—I meant Chen Shutang," Lin Yanhe said, somewhat helplessly.
"Oh, you mean her." Yang Hengye said, "I kept her company yesterday, so naturally I should keep you company today. One must hold the scales even."
Having received Chen Shutang's approval, Yang Yanzhou had grown bolder in both word and deed.
"What are you talking about?" Hearing Yang Juehuan's words, Lin Yanhe's heart pounded violently, and fine beads of sweat broke out on the tip of her nose.
"Nothing. You must be hungry—let's fill our stomachs first." Yang Ce took Lin Yanhe by the hand and got into the car.
"My mom should have finished cooking by now. Let's go home and eat," Lin Yanhe said.
"Mm." Reminded by Lin Yanhe, Yang Ce remembered this. "Sure. Auntie Shen's cooking is quite superb."
For some reason, Lin Yanhe blushed especially easily today—perhaps because she had bared her innermost thoughts before Li Dadong. Though she had not told He Yan, her whole heart was all the more firmly tied to Yang Juehuan. After parting in the parking lot of the Heavenly Paradise Hotel last time, Yang Cenbin had not contacted Shu Ya for two days. Someone from Mingyang Entertainment was handling the concert arrangements with Shu Ya's side, so Yang Ce did not need to worry about that.
Moreover, Yang Cenbin had indeed been very busy for the past two days. Early in the morning, the renovation crew at the villa had called—there was a question about how to arrange one of the bedrooms, and Yang Ce needed to go decide in person.
Renovation was exhausting work. Although he had already made his intentions clear to the renovation company, when it came to many details, the company would still call him to confirm in person.
In truth, the renovation company could hardly be blamed. After all, renovation was done for the occupants to see; the workers might be satisfied, but the occupants might not think the same. So, to avoid unnecessary trouble, they would tirelessly call the occupant to discuss matters.
Yang Shuoxuan had no choice in the matter. He drove to the villa early in the morning. He wanted to drive into the villa's courtyard, but unexpectedly, a pile of discarded renovation lumber had been thrown at the courtyard gate, blocking Yang Juehuan's way.
Frowning, he thought these workers really were something. True, property management staff came at fixed times each day to collect the garbage, but they still shouldn't pile it at their own courtyard gate.
He was about to pick up the phone and call the foreman of the renovation crew, but then put the phone down. Shaking his head helplessly, he thought, fair enough—these workers were rushing to finish under his urging, so how would they have time to tend to such small details?