Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 125 of 501
"No," Wang Yanqiu answered, still icy.
"Then when will you come home?" the man on the other end asked.
"Didn't we agree? Before I graduate, I live my own life. After graduation, I'll do as you say and come back to marry." Wang Yanqiu's tone remained calm.
"All right then. Take care of your health. I'm hanging up now—remember to call your father often," the man on the other end said. "And that organization of yours—whatever it is—stop running it. It's just small-time dabbling, and the situation there is different from Europe's. Don't stir up trouble."
"None of your business." With that, Wang Yanqiu hung up.
She sighed, gave a self-mocking smile, and yet found herself rather envying those two girls in the villa across the way. No matter what was said, they had their own love, their own pursuits—and what did she have?
She had run away, and still the family had people watching her. Wang Yanqiu did not know whom her father had sent, but she could sense that someone was keeping constant watch over her.
To be continued.
757. What time is it now?
757 What time is it now?
Yang Ce, the chief culprit who provoked Wang Yanqiu's anger every day, was blissfully unaware. Who would have thought the flower deliveryman would make such a blunder? And since Sun Jie's side received flowers every day without fail, Yang Ce had no reason to suspect anything had gone wrong.
Sitting on the brand-new leather sofa, watching the two lovely girls bustling about setting up their new home, Yang Yongjin let his eyes narrow in contentment.
In the space of a single year, he had gone from a penniless nobody to a top-tier tycoon worth tens of billions. The man who had once been somewhat insecure, who had still regarded Chen Shutang as his dream lover, could now have a woman on each arm—giving Yang Moyi an unreal feeling. The King of Assassins, special abilities, gu sorcery—things that seemed so far removed from ordinary life—had all become tangled up with him.
Granted, there was an element of luck in his success. But the affairs of this world, though they often appear accidental, always contain a certain inevitability.
If Yang Ce had not, in the beginning, felt a pang of compassion for that old street vendor, he would never have obtained that pair of glasses with its special powers. Likewise, if Yang Yongjin had not stood up for Fang Tian in the detention center, two people with no prior connection would never have met again—let alone have Fang Tian take him as a disciple.
So there was nothing enviable about Yang Juehuan's success. Some might say Yang Ce had the devil's own luck, but those were simply the jealous ones.
Since ancient times there had been many tales and fables of kindhearted people who unknowingly helped an immortal and thereby achieved success. Yet most people, though they had clearly heard such stories, when they actually encountered something similar in daily life, would not act that way.
And when someone else did act, and reaped the benefits, these same people would turn envious—such is the twisted psychology of some.
Once envy takes hold, they scheme by every means to seize it for themselves. This is the meaning of the saying: an ordinary man may be innocent, but guilt lies in the jade he carries.
Therefore, the matter of Yang Ce possessing special abilities and obtaining the black gold from Dorsk's hands was known to only a trusted few. Only Shu Ya was the exception.
When Yang Ce killed Dorsk and made the transfer, Shu Ya had seen it all with her own eyes. Had it not been for Shu Ya's identity, which had planted a grave suspicion in Yang Ce's mind—that she might have some connection to Su Ya—Yang Ce might well have considered having her eliminated.
Yang Ce would have liked to investigate Shu Ya's background, but unfortunately his sphere of influence was confined to Songjiang—or perhaps East Sea and Jidun City too, but even that was only within the province, to say nothing of distant Hong Kong.