Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 70 of 214
"Pfft—cough, cough!" Sun Lin had just taken a sip of tea and nearly choked to death at Yang Juehuan's answer. He coughed for a long while before saying, "At my age, what university would I attend? If I attended anything, it would be a university for the elderly. I meant Little Jie."
How could Yang Ce not know that Sun Lin could not possibly have attended Songjiang Engineering University? He had said it on purpose. In just one brief meeting, Yang Ce had essentially figured out Sun Lin's temper: the old man was stubborn and would not respond to softness. The more polite and fawning you were, the less he thought of you. The more casual you acted, the more you suited his taste.
It had to be said that Yang Cenbin had read him quite accurately this time. Among Sun Lin's subordinates, which one would dare speak to him like this? And Sun Jie was a girl—at home she always had to behave like a proper young lady and could not joke around with him.
So whenever Sun Lin saw other people's children and grandchildren chatting together and enjoying family happiness, he felt envious—which was why he wanted his daughter to marry quickly and give him a little grandchild.
And now, with Yang Ce joking with him so casually, Sun Lin suddenly felt much younger, and much more relaxed at heart.
"Oh, Little Jie. I thought the two of us were alumni," Yang Yanzhou said.
"Enough. Next time you speak, I won't dare drink water—otherwise I'll choke to death," Sun Lin said, waving his hand.
Sun Lin had already accepted Yang Cenbin's character. But Sun Lin was a man who considered the big picture; he could not acknowledge this son-in-law merely because Yang Juehuan was easygoing, treated him like family, and chatted pleasantly with him.
After all, the Sun family's fortune was the main event, and Sun Lin also feared that Yang Ce might merely be deceiving his daughter's feelings in order to get his hands on the Sun family's wealth. The age gap between the two was, after all, too great, and it left Sun Lin deeply uneasy.
Her previous boyfriend, that swindler—he had looked so honest, and had he not also been after the Sun family's money?
So Sun Lin remained very cautious about choosing a son-in-law. "Little Yang, I won't hide it from you—I've already made a simple investigation into your family. From what I know, your family circumstances aren't particularly good: your mother is laid off, and your father is a worker in a machinery plant. Do you think that if Little Jie follows you, she won't suffer?"
"What do you mean by that?" Yang ShuoXuan knew Sun Lin would investigate him, but he did not quite understand what Sun Lin was driving at.
"My estate is intended to be left to my nephew, Sun Zhiwei. If Little Jie follows you, she'll be one of the Yang family. Do you think you have the ability to make her happy?" Sun Lin explained.
"Heh." Yang Hengye smiled. "Uncle Sun, I wonder—in your view, what counts as happiness?"
Yang ShuoXuan was shrewd enough—how could he fail to understand Sun Lin's meaning? The man was giving him a vaccination in advance, telling him that if he intended to covet the Sun family fortune, that was absolutely impossible. And not only would you get no benefit—you would also have to support the Sun family's eldest daughter, who had been accustomed to luxury since childhood. Let's see what you do about that.
But to be honest, Sun Lin's little fortune was something Yang Ce really did not think much of now; it was not even a fraction of the remainder of his own deposits in a Swiss bank.
Moreover, Yang ShuoXuan was not tempted by the underworld forces Sun Lin controlled. His own team was already sufficient now—with Li Qiang and his crew, he was ready to challenge any power.
"Money, a house, a car?" Yang Ce looked at Sun Lin with a half-smile. "Or the two of you loving each other?"