Chapter Twelve: Class Reunion

Yang Linsen was thoroughly infuriated by Chen Yang; of course he didn’t believe a word Chen Yang said. Yet, in order to rid himself of Chen Yang, Yang Linsen laid out a condition: “Fine, I’ll call back and ask, but you must promise me that after I make this call, you won’t bother me anymore.”

The corners of Chen Yang’s mouth curled into a sly smile. “Go ahead, make the call. Afterward, you might not be in such a hurry to leave.”

Yang Linsen pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed one of his deputy managers. In truth, the call was just a pretext for leaving sooner. Yang Linsen had already made up his mind—once he left, he’d immediately find someone to deal with Chen Yang.

The deputy answered. Yang Linsen, his face cold, asked, “I heard the hotel chairman has changed?”

Earlier, Yang Linsen’s father had instructed this deputy to handle matters with Lin Qianyao. So he was well aware that the company now belonged to someone named Chen Yang.

“Yes, Mr. Yang,” the deputy replied. “Didn’t Mr. Yang Senior tell you?”

A sense of unease crept over Yang Linsen, and he furrowed his brows. “What do you mean? This isn’t something to joke about.”

The deputy hurriedly said, “Mr. Yang, how could I dare joke about such a thing with you? It’s true—just now, the hotel was sold.”

“Sold? To whom?” Yang Linsen pressed.

“To a mysterious man named Chen Yang. No one in Linhai has ever heard of him before.”

“Chen Yang? Are you certain the buyer is called Chen Yang?” Yang Linsen’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The deputy was resolute. “Yes, Mr. Yang. I handled the transaction myself, signed the contract face-to-face with the buyer’s representative.”

“You’re sure the buyer’s name is Chen Yang?” Yang Linsen confirmed again, still unwilling to accept the truth.

The deputy sighed helplessly. “Mr. Yang, I know you must be reluctant, but this was Mr. Yang Senior’s decision, so please don’t blame me.”

Yang Linsen’s face was etched with shock and incredulity. If even his own deputy spoke with such certainty, then the matter must be real.

But the person who bought his hotel was named Chen Yang—was it the Chen Yang standing before him now? A question mark lingered in Yang Linsen’s mind.

“Fine. I understand,” Yang Linsen said coolly and hung up.

Chen Yang watched as Yang Linsen ended the call, knowing that the man must have realized he was no longer the chairman of Lijing Hotel. Unhurried, Chen Yang strode over to Yang Linsen, suddenly grabbed his collar, and said coldly, “Will you finally stay away from my wife from now on?”

Yang Linsen stared at Chen Yang in disbelief. “Aren’t you just a delivery guy?”

“So what if I am? Can’t a delivery guy buy your hotel?” Chen Yang sneered.

Yang Linsen’s eyes widened. This was too surreal. A delivery guy had bought his hotel—was he dreaming?

“Did you really buy my hotel?” Yang Linsen looked at Chen Yang, deeply skeptical.

Chen Yang chuckled. “At this point, must I spell it out for you?”

“How is that possible?” Yang Linsen blurted, unable to believe.

“Get out.” Chen Yang shoved Yang Linsen against the wall.

Yang Linsen shot Chen Yang a strange look and turned to leave. But after only a couple of steps, Chen Yang called after him, “Hey.”

Yang Linsen paused, casting an odd glance at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes and said icily, “Remember my words. Stay away from my wife, or I’ll make you a eunuch. Get lost.”

Yang Linsen, frustrated and gloomy, gave Chen Yang a long look and walked away.

Once Yang Linsen had left, Wu Guangde came up behind Chen Yang, respectfully saying, “Mr. Chen, if you need anything in the future, just let me know.”

Chen Yang glanced at Wu Guangde. “Good. I suspect that guy named Yang will still act up. You’ll come in handy then. Next time you catch him, don’t be as polite as you were today.”

Wu Guangde understood. He explained, “Brother Chen, I meant to teach him a lesson, but when I grabbed him, he was so cooperative that I lost the urge.”

“Regardless, you did well this time. You can go back,” Chen Yang said calmly.

Wu Guangde nodded and left with his men.

Chen Yang also left the hotel.

By the time he returned home, it was already past eight in the evening. His mother- and father-in-law were watching TV on the sofa. They didn’t question him in detail about his activities outside, which was a relief for Chen Yang—no probing meant no need for explanations.

The next morning, Chen Yang rose as usual at seven, washed up by eight, and prepared for work. Just as he was about to leave his bedroom, his phone rang. He glanced at it—his old high school buddy, Lu Baiming, was calling.

Chen Yang answered. Lu Baiming’s voice was low. “Yangzi, tomorrow night Zhang Chengwei is organizing a reunion for our old senior class. The guy seems to have made it big and is inviting everyone to dinner at Lijing Hotel. He wants everyone who’s married to bring their spouse. Are you going?”

“Tomorrow night, a high school reunion? How come I didn’t know?” Chen Yang asked in surprise.

Lu Baiming replied, “Not sure, maybe you haven’t been notified yet. Are you going?”

“It’s at Lijing Hotel?” Chen Yang raised an eyebrow—after all, he’d just bought the hotel last night.

Lu Baiming said, “Yeah, he’s made a fortune these past years in construction, thanks to his dad.”

“Oh, is that so? I’ll go. It’s a class reunion—why wouldn’t I?” Chen Yang laughed.

“If you’re going, then so am I,” Lu Baiming said.

“All right. I’ll contact Zhang Chengwei myself later and see what the arrangements are,” Chen Yang replied.

“Okay, ask him. So it’s settled—we’ll go together tomorrow night,” Lu Baiming said earnestly.

Chen Yang smiled. “Of course. Tomorrow night, don’t miss it.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Lu Baiming agreed and hung up. Chen Yang ended the call as well. Although he was certain Qin Muxue would never attend his high school reunion with him, he still asked, as she was folding the quilt by the bed, “Tomorrow night, my high school reunion—will you come with me?”

Qin Muxue turned, saying calmly, “You go ahead. I have other plans tomorrow night.”

“Other plans? What plans?” Chen Yang asked with curiosity.

Actually, it was just as well if Qin Muxue didn’t go. He’d only bought Lijing Hotel yesterday, and he didn’t want her family to know about his wealth just yet. If he brought her to Lijing Hotel, unforeseen circumstances could arise.

So, going alone to the banquet and reconnecting with classmates was not a bad idea.

Qin Muxue replied, “Just work stuff.”

“All right then, if you’re not going, I’ll go alone,” Chen Yang said with a smile.

“Yes, keep in touch with your classmates. Didn’t you get a ten million sponsorship for me because a high school classmate helped you? Be sure to thank them,” Qin Muxue said.

Chen Yang smiled, “Don’t worry, I always take care of things thoroughly.”

Qin Muxue gave him a calm look and said no more.

In the blink of an eye, evening arrived the next day.

Now that Lijing Hotel belonged to him, Chen Yang arrived at the hotel at three in the afternoon, summoned the five deputy managers, and acquainted himself with the situation.

He instructed them to manage the hotel well. After all, he bought it for investment and profit—he wanted it to keep earning, so his wealth would only grow.

At seven o’clock, the high school reunion officially began.

Chen Yang had chosen to attend because he had enjoyed good relationships with his classmates during their senior year. Everyone had graduated years ago, and it was rare to gather again.

The reunion started, and before the dishes had even been served, Zhang Chengwei, slicked-back hair gleaming, suddenly turned the attention his way. “Chen Yang, why are you here? I don’t recall inviting you.”

At once, all the senior classmates looked at Chen Yang.

He and Zhang Chengwei had indeed had issues in high school. Chen Yang was a top student and good-looking, attracting many girls—including one Zhang Chengwei liked.

Zhang Chengwei had even ambushed Chen Yang on the street, demanding he stay away from that girl; Chen Yang ignored him.

This time, Chen Yang’s purpose was to see old classmates. He certainly didn’t want Zhang Chengwei to ruin the mood, so he smiled lightly, “I didn’t come because of you.”