Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 66 of 214
Moreover, Sun Lin had another notion in mind: to groom his prospective son-in-law as his successor. He knew well enough that Sun Zhiwei was good for nothing—a hopeless case who could not be propped up, mud that would not stick to the wall.
Sun Lin did want to train him, but the fellow was simply beyond saving. His daughter, by contrast, had both ability and boldness—only she was a woman, and the things of this trade were ultimately not for women to handle.
So Sun Lin had never let his daughter touch the affairs of the underworld, entrusting her only with a portion of the business side of things.
For this reason, Sun Lin also wanted to see this time whether Yang Ce had the talent to lead the underworld.
After passing the toll station, Yang Ce gave Sun Jie a call. Sun Jie had long been ready; upon receiving Yang Juehuan's call, she immediately drove off to pick him up.
"Your car?" Sun Jie looked at Yang Juehuan's ride with some surprise.
"Heh, well, I'm going to your home—I had to borrow a nice car to put up a proper front, didn't I?" Yang Hengye said.
"Oh, come off it. My dad has already investigated every bit of your family's assets," Sun Jie said helplessly, though in her heart she was somewhat grateful for Yang Minlan's regard for her.
The two luxury cars drove one after the other toward the Sun family compound.
The Sun family was the most powerful clan in Donghai. The Sun villa was like an independent fortress, a symbol of the Sun family's status and power. For a hundred li around the villa there was only open land. To buy up such a vast tract of land in a provincial capital was not something money alone could accomplish.
It was said that this was done not only for safety but also for tranquility—otherwise the passing cars nearby would drive one mad with the noise.
Sun Lin had been standing at the second-floor window all along. Seeing his daughter's car return with a BMW following behind, he could not help but start—when had Yang Ce bought a car?
The one who came out to receive Yang Ce and Sun Jie was the Sun family's steward, Sun San. In Sun Lin's view, even this was already giving Yang Ce considerable face.
"Miss, Mr. Yang," Sun San said courteously.
"Uncle San!" Yang Ce greeted Sun San warmly. "Thank you for last time!"
"You're welcome, Mr. Yang," Sun San said, neither servile nor overbearing. Outside, Sun San was a man of force, but within the Sun family he was merely a steward. And Yang Ce might well be the future son-in-law, so naturally Sun San showed him some respect.
"That's enough, Yang Ce—did you come to see my father or to reminisce with Uncle San?" Sun Jie was anxious; her father had already lost his temper once this morning, saying this Yang Juehuan put on more airs than he did.
Now, seeing Yang Ce dawdling and not going inside, she could not help but scold him.
"Oh, then let's go." Yang Yanzhou said, and promptly put his arm around Sun Jie's lower back, heading toward the house.
"What are you doing?" Sun Jie was startled and hissed at him in a low voice.
"Aren't you my girlfriend? What's wrong with putting an arm around you?" Yang Ce asked, feigning puzzlement.
Sun Jie gritted her teeth and had no choice but to endure it. "Fine," she said fiercely. "Today you can do whatever you like, but if you blow my cover, don't blame me for settling scores with you."
"Heh heh, don't worry, I won't blow it," Yang Ce said smugly. "Besides, after what we've been through together, we've at least got that much rapport."
Sun Jie glared at Yang Ce but couldn't vent her anger. She had to pretend she hadn't heard, but this Yang Ce was truly detestable—his hand behind her had actually started to wander, slowly creeping toward Sun Jie's backside.
"Xiao Jie, you're back." At that moment, a woman in her forties came over to greet them, smiling. "So this is Xiao Jie's boyfriend?"