"Figure it out yourself." Yang Hengye cursed. "Get Wang Mei settled as soon as you can. If Zhao Sisi really does find out, there's no need to hide it—just come clean. I doubt she'll make things too hard for you."

"Got it, boss. Don't worry, I'll stay the night here then," Zhang Bin said. "Oh, right—that Brother Bao isn't making me pay for the room."

"Then don't pay." Yang Xu said it as if it were nothing.

"Wasn't this place Wang Lin's before?" Zhang Bin remembered clearly. "It hasn't become that Brother Bao's property now, has it?"

"It probably has." Yang Ce brushed him off and hung up. If he told Zhang Bin now that this place was his own property, it would mean half a day of explanation, and it was hard to make it clear over the phone anyway.

He drove the car toward the residential compound of the Songjiang Bus Factory, and only then did Yang Ce realize with a start that after a few days away, the compound's entrance had been redone and renamed "Mingyang Community." The flower beds and other public facilities inside had been renovated as well—this was surely his father's doing.

Yang Ce was just about to drive into the compound when a security guard emerged from a gatehouse that had apparently been installed at some point, and stopped his car outright. "Vehicles not belonging to this community are not permitted inside."

"I'm a resident here." Yang Jincong laughed. What on earth was this? He had gone away on a trip, and now that he was back, his own home had changed beyond recognition.

"Whose family are you with? How come I've never seen you before?" The guard looked Yang Ce over and pressed on with his questioning.

"I live at Building Six, fourth floor, first door." Yang Ce broke into a sweat. This guard really was diligent.

"Building Six, fourth floor, first door." The guard pulled out a registration ledger and began searching. When he came to Building Six, fourth floor, first door, he was startled, then turned and said to Yang Yanzhou with a dark face, "If you're going to make things up, you could at least not pick Building Six, fourth floor, first door. That's our President Yang's home. I know everyone in his family, and I've never seen you."

The guard had subconsciously filed Yang Ce into the category of people who had nowhere to park and were looking to sneak into a safe spot.

"My surname is Yang too," Yang Ce said, caught between laughter and tears.

"So your surname is Yang. Even if it is, that doesn't make you President Yang." The guard looked at Yang Ce and said impatiently, "All right, you'd better get going."

"Wait, I haven't finished," Yang Jincong said with a smile. "I mean, my surname is Yang, and my father is the President Yang you mentioned."

"What?" The guard was stunned, then remembered: he had heard people say that President Yang had a son who was away on a trip and hadn't been around these past few days. He had never expected the man before him to be him. "You're President Yang's son?"

"The one and only." The reason Yang Ce was being so amiable was that this guard was seriously doing his job; Yang Yongjin would not get angry just because the man had shut him out.

Far from being angry, he would think the man was dutiful.

To be continued

893. Delivering the Goods in Person

893. Delivering the Goods in Person "Then could you give President Yang a call? I need to confirm this." The guard's tone had grown much more polite, though on matters of principle he could not budge.

Only after getting Yang Cheyan's affirmative reply did the guard apologize to Yan with great embarrassment and open the compound gate. Yang Ce did not mind at all; instead he praised him for being dutiful, which moved the guard a little. Look at the young master of President Yang's household—so polite.

"Daming, you're finally back!" As soon as Yang Puqi got home, Mother Yang eagerly took the luggage from Yang Ce's hands.

"Mom, it's all local specialties I bought for you and Dad. Open them and have a look in a bit," Yang Hengye said.

"Heh, whether we look or not doesn't matter. Having you back is what makes us happiest." Mother Yang smiled. "Oh, right, Daming, have you eaten?"

"I have. I went to the company to pick up Lin Yanhe just now, and we had beef noodles together," Yang Yanzhou said.

"Good that you've eaten." Yang Cheyan nodded after hearing this. "Daming, doing well at the company is important, but don't neglect your studies. Once next semester starts, you still need to put your heart into your schoolwork."

"Dad, don't worry about that. No matter what, I'm going to get that diploma in my hands first," Yang Ce said again and again.

"Mm, as long as you know it yourself, I won't say more." Yang Cheyan said, "Oh, right—your birthday is coming up soon. Have a think about how you'd like to celebrate."

"How have I ever celebrated? It's been casually done every year, hasn't it?" Yang Moyi was rather baffled, not knowing why his father had suddenly brought this up.

"Ah." Yang Cheyan let out a somewhat helpless sigh. "This year is different from past years. Your father has now taken the chairman's seat, and someone or other dug up your records. As a result, those mid-level managers at the company who are on good terms with me have proposed throwing you a birthday celebration."

"Them, throwing me a birthday celebration?" Yang Xutang was startled, then understood what those people meant. "Dad, I'm afraid giving me a birthday party is just an excuse—what they really want is a chance to get closer to you and build a good relationship, isn't it?"

"That's about the size of it. But it's up to you." Yang Cheyan nodded. "In the past the family didn't have much money, and your birthdays were always hastily dealt with. But this year is different. Your mother and I were thinking of giving you a nicer birthday."

Yang Xutang was instantly caught between laughter and tears. "Dad, I'm not a child anymore. I think we can just forget about this. Besides, even if I do celebrate my birthday, it would be with Chen Shutang and the others—there's no way I'd celebrate it with those subordinates of yours."

"Oh." Yang Cheyan was taken aback for a moment, then reflected that his son was no longer a child—he had a girlfriend now, and naturally he would be spending his time with her. It seemed he had been worrying over nothing. "Well then, good. I'll turn them down tomorrow."

That evening, Yang Ce received a call from Chen Shutang.

"Did you miss me?" Chen Shutang's voice, almost coquettish, set Yang Ce's heart racing.

"Of course I missed you." Yang Ce answered the phone and lay back on the bed, settling into as comfortable a position as he could find.

"And yet the first person you went to see when you got back wasn't me," Chen Shutang said with a playful pout.

"Ah—you knew?" Yang Ce was a little taken aback. How did Chen Shutang know?

"Heh, your little Sister Lin sent me a text." Chen Shutang gave a sly laugh. "From now on, you two won't be able to keep anything from me."

Yang Ce was at a loss for words. Lin Yanhe—what had she been thinking? There was really no need to report something like this to Chen Shutang.

"Uh—I called you first," Yang Ce said, a little awkwardly.

"I'm just teasing you. I'm not really angry." Hearing Yang Ce's words, Chen Shutang laughed at once. "Still, you bought Sister Lin a whole set of cosmetics and a bottle of perfume. You didn't buy me any less than that, did you?"

"It's all the same." On this point Yang Ce remained quite level-headed. He could not treat Chen Shutang better than anyone else simply because she was his first girlfriend—at the very least, he could not be so obvious about it, or he would pay for it dearly later on.

"Tsk, I knew it would be like this." How could Chen Shutang not know Yang Ce by now?

"I'll come see you tomorrow. Get to bed early." Yang Ce was a little tired—a whole day on a plane, and he hadn't rested that evening either.