Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 484 of 501
"Why shouldn't it be me? You were looking for me, weren't you?" Yang Shuoxuan did not resort to force but politely patted Li Jialiang's shoulder. "The moment I heard you call, I came. I hear you want to compare yourself with me—go on, what is it you wish to compare?"
"I—I'm not comparing anything!" How would Li Jialiang dare compare anything with Yan? His heart was already in a panic, and he cursed inwardly. Why was his luck so wretched lately—running into this madman two days running?
Li Jialiang was a coward at heart. Would he dare bluster at a man who seemed a madman? The answer was plainly no. Though they were on the ground floor now, Li Jialiang still feared that if Yang Ce were provoked, he might do something Li Jialiang would regret for the rest of his life.
What was more, he had brought no bodyguards to the gathering today, which made him even less a match for the man before him.
"Not comparing, then why did you call me?" Yang Ce said, still so mild and polite. There was no hint of menace in his words, but in Li Jialiang's ears they sounded otherwise. Li Jialiang had already developed a phobia of Yang Ce; every word the man spoke set his heart pounding for a long while.
"I was wrong, isn't that enough? Just let me go!" The moment these words left Li Jialiang's mouth, everyone in the hall was stunned.
Yang Ce had done nothing to Li Jialiang at all. You, Li Jialiang, called the man out, and out he came, speaking to you amiably enough—so how was it that in the blink of an eye you were begging him to let you go?
Could it be that Li Jialiang was a soft egg all along, skilled only in lip service? He could bluster, but the moment he saw that Huang Yan's friend was tall and powerfully built, he deflated at once.
"Let you go from what? If you don't want to compare, then don't. Who's forcing you to compare anything with me?" Yang Ce said, wholly indifferent.
But to Li Jialiang's ears, how grating those words sounded—like sarcasm, surely. Yes, it must be so. Thinking this, Li Jialiang dared not linger. He forced a dry laugh and said, "I'll be going, I'll be going right now."
With that, Li Jialiang turned and bolted like a rabbit toward the villa's main gate. The crowd looked on in utter bewilderment, not knowing what on earth had happened.
"Damn, what rotten luck." Only after he was out the gate did Li Jialiang let out a long breath. Had he known this madman would be here, he would never have come. He was no fool—what difference was there between this and stepping into a minefield? One wrong step and he'd be blown to bits.
Most people assumed Li Jialiang was a soft egg who had been frightened off by Yang Ce's towering frame—including the pink-headed fatty, who thought so too. He figured Li Jialiang had been afraid of Yang Ce, but he himself need not be: in build he was no lesser man, broader even than this Yang Ce before him by a good measure, and he came from a cattle-slaughtering stock, possessed of enormous strength. He refused to believe he would lose.
So the pink-headed fatty stepped forth with great swagger, looking very cocky, and clapped Yang Juehuan on the shoulder—only to find, to his chagrin, that he was a head shorter than Yang Ce and had to strain to reach. "I say, brother, you look pretty cocky. But being big and strong is no use. Frightening Brother Li away doesn't prove a thing."
"And who are you?" Yang Puqi brushed the pink-headed fatty's hand off himself, frowned, and asked in return.
"I just can't stand the sight of him," the pink-haired fat man declared, evidently pleased with how dashing he sounded. He had not counted on Yang Ce firing back a single retort and then, without waiting for any reply, turning on his heel and walking away.