Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...

"Oh!" Auntie Li was instantly flattered—after all, in today's world, a stable job was truly hard to come by, and from the sound of Yang Juehuan, he meant to hire her long-term. "That would be wonderful! I'll help you pack your things right away."

Yang Yu nodded and let Auntie Li get on with it.

"How are you feeling?" Yang Heng walked over to Zhou Yanning.

Zhou Yanning felt a little embarrassed. After all, she had somehow muddled her way into becoming Yang Juehuan's girlfriend, and even she could not quite figure out how it had happened. She gave a slight nod. "Pretty good."

"The discharge paperwork is all taken care of, so let's head home. A hospital is never as convenient as your own place, after all," Yang Yanzhou said.

"Mm," Zhou Yanning nodded again, her cheeks faintly flushed, letting Yang Juehuan arrange everything.

"Mengyan, help Jiajia get dressed," Yang Ce said, glancing at the hospital gown Zhou Yanning was wearing.

"No need, I can manage myself." Zhou Yanning shook her head, a little sheepish. "I may have just woken up and still feel a bit dizzy, but I'm fine with things like this."

"Come on, let me help you." Chen Shutang, however, would brook no argument and set about helping Zhou Yanning. "Hey, Jiajia, where's your coat?"

Zhou Yanning had on warm fleece underneath, with only a hospital gown thrown over it, so once that was off she could dress and go. But Chen Shutang searched high and low and could not find any outerwear for Zhou Yanning.

"Ah, Miss Chen, Miss Zhou doesn't have a coat," Auntie Li said, hurrying over. "Her original coat was stained with blood and was thrown away, and she never bought a new one after that."

"I'll go buy a couple of things," Yang Ce said, checking his watch. Late as it was, the boutiques should still be open.

"All right, we'll wait for you here at the hospital," Chen Shutang answered. "I'll keep Jiajia company."

"Oh, right, Jiajia—your mother wanted you to give her a call," Yang Ce said, remembering Mother Zhou's reminder from earlier.

"Ah!" Zhou Yanning gave a start, only then remembering that since waking up she had not contacted her mother at all. Chen Shutang had left her so muddled earlier that she could not tell who had transmigrated or not, and she had forgotten all about it. Only now, hearing Yang Juehuan's words, did she remember she needed to let her mother know. "Okay, I'll call in a bit."

Seeing Yang Ce still made Zhou Yanning very self-conscious. There was no helping it—Chen Shutang had said she was already living with Yanzhou.

As for living together before marriage, Zhou Yanning did not really object. It was just that she could not understand when she had become so bold as to share a home with Chen Shutang and Yang Ce, the three of them together.

And what was more, Chen Shutang had actually agreed to have her live with them—that was truly incredible. So at this moment, Zhou Yanning still firmly believed that she must have transmigrated, or truly lost her memory.

With that, Yang Yanzhou left the ward and drove off toward the commercial district. Xinheng Department Store should not be closed yet.

Sure enough, when he reached Xinheng Department Store, it was still brightly lit, bustling with people. Yang Ce parked in the underground garage and quickly headed upstairs.

Yang Ce had not come to browse the mall—Zhou Yanning and Chen Shutang were still waiting for him at the hospital. He went straight to the women's wear floor and picked a boutique at random to step into.

It was just something temporary to wear, after all, so Yang Shuoxuan did not need to choose too carefully. So long as it looked decent, that was fine; the most important thing was warmth.

Yang Ce was mainly after down jackets and the like, so the moment he entered he made straight for the down-jacket section.

"Huh?" Catching sight of a figure ahead, Yang Ce visibly froze. Had he run into an acquaintance?

Just then, Wang Yanqiu noticed someone looking at her too. She lifted her head and happened to see Yang Ce—but the moment she recognized him, her face clouded over at once.

Ever since returning from Macau, Wang Yanqiu had found piles of bouquets of roses heaped at her doorstep. Because it was winter, the roses had frozen into ice roses, yet they had not withered; they were still lovely and vibrant.

Beautiful as the roses were, Wang Yanqiu had no mood whatsoever to admire them. There was no need to guess—they must have been sent by that fellow Yang Ce.

Wang Yanqiu was furious. She truly could not understand which nerve in Yang Cenbin's brain had misfired, sending her flowers day after day like that—a real philandering radish. So now, happening upon Yang Ce by chance in the store, she naturally gave him no pleasant look.

"Miss Wang, what a coincidence!" No sooner had Yang Yanzhou said it than he realized this was Songjiang, and he had already returned to his true appearance; Wang Yanqiu would never recognize him.

Hearing Yang Ce call her "Miss Wang," Wang Yanqiu was instantly annoyed, assuming he was putting on airs on purpose. "I don't find it the least bit coincidental," she said coldly.

Why did Yang Ce feel this little woman's attitude toward him was a bit off? Was it really just because he had disturbed her rest during the renovations? Was that worth all this—as if he owed her a hundred billion?

"I've already apologized for the renovation business last time. We'll be neighbors from now on, so don't stay angry anymore, all right?" Yang Yanzhou's tone could be called amiable. Now that he knew Wang Yanqiu's identity, Yang Ce instinctively wanted to get closer to her. After all, it concerned that "Black Widow" assassin group; to get to the truth, Yang Ce would have to start with Wang Yanqiu.

"Neighbor? I'd rather you moved out tomorrow and stopped bothering me," Wang Yanqiu shot Yang Puqi a glare and said sourly. Hearing him bring up the renovations again without a word about the flowers he had sent her, she was all the more convinced that Yang Cenbin was unreliable. She truly felt sorry for Zhao Ying—how had she fallen for a fellow like this? Hypocritical, shameless!

If Wang Yanqiu had not been afraid of exposing her identity, and afraid of hurting Zhao Ying, she would have dealt with Yang Ce long ago. Still, if she knew that Yang Ce was the "Liu Lei" she had met in Macau, then it would be anyone's guess who would finish off whom.

"Don't tell me you're this petty?" Yang Ce felt rather helpless. They say women are small-minded, but this Wang Yanqiu was the very model of small-mindedness.

"Petty? Hmph." Wang Yanqiu gave a cold snort. "What you've done—don't you know it yourself?"

"What have I done?" Yang Ce said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "How about this—whatever clothes you buy today, I'll pay for them, as an apology."

"Who needs you to buy me anything? Just get lost, I don't want to see you." Hearing Yang Juehuan's words, Wang Yanqiu's brows knitted even tighter. What was the matter with this Yang Ce? If he wanted to curry favor with her and buy her clothes, why did he have to find such a high-sounding excuse? She had never seen anyone so shameless. So Wang Yanqiu's voice rose noticeably.

Wang Yanqiu's mood had actually recovered quite a bit these past two days, the gloom from Macau wiped away. She had come out shopping today to relax, only to run into that fellow Yang Cenbin again.

Wang Yanqiu's voice at once drew many glances; the customers picking out clothes in the boutique all turned to look, which left Yang Mo somewhat embarrassed—as if he had bullied Wang Yanqiu or something.

Just then, the store security guard noticed the commotion and walked over. "Miss, what's going on? Do you need any help?"

Seeing Wang Yanqiu's furious look, the security guard assumed she had been harassed or something of the sort.