Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 93 of 214
Sun Lin was rather angered by it, but he was an old hand in this world, and nothing showed on his face. He merely sat down calmly on the sofa opposite and said, "May I ask what business has brought the two of you so far from home to see me?"
"We didn't come especially for you." Ouyang Junyuan waved a hand with an air of arrogance. What a joke—who did this man think he was? Even if he was not the Ouyang family's heir, he was still the second young master of the Ouyang clan. In P Province, if he wanted to see the bosses of any city, a single word was enough—they would come scurrying to him. Why would he ever need to call on anyone in person?
So Sun Lin's question made Ouyang Junyuan feel utterly humiliated.
Wang Cheng'en, however, was not so arrogant as Ouyang Junyuan. He had clawed his way up from the bottom of society, and he understood the ways of the world far better than Ouyang Junyuan did. In the past, Ouyang Junyuan could summon wind and rain, and no one dared refuse him face—and the reason was simple: that was in P Province, and P Province was the Ouyang family's territory.
But the situation was different now. Setting aside the question of Sun Lin's standing, this was Donghai, not P Province. So Ouyang Junyuan's words were really rather out of line.
The moment Ouyang Junyuan said it, Wang Cheng'en sensed the mood turning sour. Sure enough, Sun Lin's face darkened at once, and he said coldly, "In that case, if there's nothing else, the two of you may go as you please. Sun is still entertaining guests at dinner."
"There is something, as it happens." Ouyang Junyuan was utterly oblivious to the fact that his manner had already provoked Sun Lin's displeasure. But even if he had known, what of it? What did another man's displeasure matter? He was Ouyang Junyuan, second young master of the Ouyang family—he had never once cared about anyone else's feelings.
"Then out with it, if you please," Sun Lin said, reining in his temper. They were Ouyang family, after all; he could not be brusque with them.
"Mm—Little Wang, you tell him." Ouyang Junyuan felt it would be better to let Wang Cheng'en do the talking.
"Very well, I'll explain." Wang Cheng'en genuinely feared that Ouyang Junyuan would speak too bluntly and ruin everything. "Here's the matter, Boss Sun. We hear you have a daughter named Sun Jie."
"That's right. Might I ask how my daughter has offended the two of you?" Sun Lin asked, puzzled. After all, with Ouyang Junyuan's nose-in-the-air attitude, everything about this looked like a demand for an accounting.
"Oh, it's not that—actually—" Wang Cheng'en had barely opened his mouth when he was cut off.
"She hasn't offended me—it's this kid here." Ouyang Junyuan suddenly broke in. "What does he do?"
Sun Hongjun frowned. Ouyang Junyuan was far too arrogant—this was his own home, not their P Province. A trace of displeasure crept into his voice. "This is my daughter's boyfriend, Yang Ce. I wonder how he could have offended your Second Young Master Ouyang?"
"We wanted—" Ouyang Junyuan was about to spill out the whole business of inviting Sun Jie to be a star and being thwarted by Yang Ce. Wang Cheng'en saw trouble coming and hurriedly cut in to stop him. "It's like this: our Young Master Ouyang has taken a fancy to your daughter. I'm here as a matchmaker—my young master wishes to take Sun Jie back to P Province."
Yang Ce's face went cold at once. Was this not plainly treating him as though he did not exist? He was sitting right here, and Sun Lin had already introduced him as Sun Jie's boyfriend, yet this fellow still meant to carry Sun Jie off to P Province. Yang Ce's patience had its limits, and he was on the verge of fury.
But this was Sun Lin's house, and Sun Lin was his elder. Until the old man spoke, Yang Ce could not be too presumptuous.
Hearing Wang Cheng'en out, Sun Lin regarded him with interest, glanced at Ouyang Junyuan as well, then smiled. "Has my daughter agreed to go back with you?"