Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 88 of 214
"All set." Snake beckoned to the underlings behind him. "Let's go. Time to work."
"Little brother, now do you understand why Xiaojie's chest is so big?" Yang Xin pointed at Sun Jie, who was doing pull-ups on the horizontal bar nearby, and whispered to Yang Yanzhou beside her.
"Ha, so that's how it is. I thought she'd just been drinking too much papaya soup." Yang Xin was cheeky, but Yang Ce was even cheekier—the two of them really did get along. Wu Yunsheng, meanwhile, had a face full of black lines. Hearing this fierce conversation between siblings, he felt his own cheeks burn. His girlfriend—how could she talk about such things?
But there was no help for it. Who'd told him to like her? To love someone was to love all of them. So Wu Yunsheng could only try to change himself.
Just as Wu Yunsheng was lost in thought, an unwelcome voice suddenly drifted over. "Hey, you there. What are you staring at?"
Wu Yunsheng looked up, startled, at the few young men dressed like street thugs before him. He glanced left and right in confusion, then pointed at himself. "You talking to me?"
"No shit. Who else would it be?" one of Snake's men shouted, pointing at Wu Yunsheng.
"I'm...?" Wu Yunsheng was baffled. "Do you know me?"
"Fuck, it's you, kid. You've pissed someone off—you know that?" Snake's underling bellowed.
Wu Yunsheng had an easygoing nature. Looking at these people without the faintest idea what was going on, he rubbed his chin and said, "You're sure it's me?"
"Enough talk." Snake waved his hand. "It's him. Grab this kid."
Yang Ce had been huddled with Yang Xin, backs turned, whispering about Sun Jie's chest, when a burst of cursing suddenly came from behind them. He turned and saw a gang of thugs picking a fight with Wu Yunsheng.
Hearing someone call Wu Yunsheng "kid," Yang Xin immediately took offense. "Who are you people? Are you out of your minds?"
Snake didn't know Wu Yunsheng, and he didn't know Yang Xin either—but he knew Yang Ce. Yang Ce hadn't said a word, yet Snake remembered him vividly. This was his personal nightmare. How could he not recognize him?
Snake went dead still, wishing he could slap himself across the face. What rotten luck—he'd actually come to make trouble for him? Wasn't that just walking straight into his own grave?
Seeing Yang Ce staring coldly at him, Snake's legs turned to jelly and he nearly dropped to his knees. In that instant, Snake's regret hit its peak. To hell with that Second Young Master Ouyang—offending him at worst meant a bruised ego. But offending the man before him meant he'd be dead by tonight.
Snake was about to open his mouth and say something when he abruptly caught sight of Sun Jie walking toward them.
My god! This time Snake truly wanted to kill himself. Even the Sun family's eldest daughter was here! What the hell was going on? You don't play people like this! Even suicide wasn't done this way! Snake utterly collapsed. He was just about to beg for mercy when he suddenly remembered that Yang Yongjin wanted him to mention his identity—so he slammed on the brakes and turned to grovel to Sun Jie instead.
"You there, kid. You come here too." Snake's underling didn't recognize Yang Ce. Seeing Yang Ce turn around, he immediately pointed at him and shouted, "Yeah, you. Hurry up. Don't fucking dawdle."
Snake's heart lurched violently. Motherfucker, no way—what the hell was this? You trying to get me killed? Furious, Snake raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to the underling's face, cursing, "What the hell are you doing? Are you blind? Get lost, now!"
The underling, baffled by the blow, clutched his steamed-bun of a face and retreated to one side, deeply aggrieved—though he didn't dare raise any objection.