Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 485 of 501
The pink-haired fat man was left performing to an audience of himself, and became the laughingstock of the crowd. Flushed with humiliation and fury, he jabbed a finger at Yang Ce and bellowed, "You stop right there! What's with the attitude? What exactly do you mean by that?"
Yang Shuoxuan ignored him and kept walking toward Huang Yan. Seeing that Yang Ce would not give him the time of day, the pink-haired fat man felt he had lost face entirely. Smarting with rage, he lunged forward and seized Yang Juehuan's clothes from behind: "Don't you walk away! You're going to explain yourself today! You look down on me, is that it? What kind of attitude is that?"
Only then did Yang Cenbin turn around. He looked at the pink-haired fat man, who was beside himself with emotion, lightly pried the man's hand off his clothes, and said blandly, "You're not sick, are you?"
"Sick? Of course I'm not sick!" The pink-haired fat man was stunned for a moment before it dawned on him that Yang Ce was calling him sick in the head. Enraged, he shouted, "You're the one who's sick!"
Had they not been on Huang Lin's turf, with all these people being Huang Lin's guests, Yang Ce would have slapped him long ago. Was this fellow missing a screw?
"Forget it. I don't have the time to bother with you. Believe whatever you like. I honestly can't fathom how someone with your breeding ever got into this villa," Yang Xunai said with a shake of his head.
"Breeding? What breeding?" The pink-haired fat man was nouveau riche by origin. Now that his family had money, he considered himself the equal of any rich man alive, and what he dreaded most was for anyone to say his manner or breeding fell short of others'. So the moment he heard Yang Ce touch that old wound, he exploded, pointing at Yang Ce: "I—I challenge you to a duel!"
Yang Ce was truly at his wit's end with this addle-brained oaf. He had never imagined a single simple remark could provoke such an enormous reaction. "Fine, say I was wrong. Satisfied?"
Yang Yongjin was not about to waste more breath on him, so he offered a perfunctory apology in the hope that the fellow would settle down.
"No! What do you mean, 'say you were wrong'? I challenge you to a duel—do you dare?" The pink-haired fat man would not let it go. "If you lose, you give Brother Li one fair shot at courting Huang Yan. And me too, while you're at it."
Brother Li—that would be Li Jialiang, surely? Yang Yongjin was torn between anger and amusement. He hadn't pegged the pink-haired fat man as such a loyal sort; even in a situation like this, he still knew to stick up for Li Jialiang.
Now that he thought about it, the man might be a bit simple, but there was no real malice in him—far better than that Li Jialiang. So Yang Shuoxuan was disinclined to make a fuss: "Let's skip the duel. There are so many people in this villa; you're bound to run into someone."
"No! Then no duel—but we've got to compete at something," the pink-haired fat man said.
"Then name it. What shall we compete at?" Yang Ce was thoroughly exasperated by the fellow.
"We—we'll compete at slaughtering oxen!" The pink-haired fat man racked his brains for his own strengths but could not think of anything especially impressive. Since fighting was out, slaughtering oxen was the only thing he was really good at.
His words drew a burst of laughter from everyone present. But before Yang Ce could answer, the villa's main door was shoved open and two security guards came running in, shouting, "Mr. Huang! Mr. Zhang Kentao—he's forced his way in with men!"
The guards had barely finished speaking when a young man shoved one of them aside and snarled, "Get out of the way! Don't block the path!"
The Zhang and Huang families were, in fact, old family friends, and Zhang Kentao's circumstances were somewhat similar to Huang Lin's: he too had an elder brother who clung tightly to the company's power, leaving Zhang Kentao a spoiled rich kid in the truest sense of the word.