Chapter 680: Chapter 492: Almost Angered to Death
Chunyu Yan had waited at Huaxi for half a month before he finally got to see Feng Yun again, who was busy with a hundred things—
Having been denied meeting twice, he sat in Feng Yun’s study with the accounts book and waited for about fifteen minutes before seeing Feng Yun walk in.
Feeling frustrated, his first words came out mocking.
"Township Chief Feng is certainly busy, seeing you is harder than seeing the Emperor."
Feng Yun raised her eyebrows.
"Sorry for keeping the Princely Heir waiting."
With the two armies waging war and beacons continuously lit, Huaxi was crowded and full of all sorts of people. Pei Jue, worried that the Yecheng Army might try something sneaky like assassination or a surprise attack, specially instructed Ye Chuang to dispatch additional men to stay by Feng Yun’s side.
No matter where Feng Yun went or what she did, the men from the Imperial Guard Camp stayed close by her side, not allowing anyone to approach her within half a step...
Hence, Feng Yun was surrounded by a protective net that was impenetrable to wind and rain, leaving Chunyu Yan absolutely no chance to appear before her without her summons, let alone have a "private meeting" at night...
"It’s all Pei Wangzhi, doing it on purpose."
Feng Yun was flipping through the accounts book on the desk when she heard him and hesitated for a moment.
"What?"
Chunyu Yan lazily sneered, "He’s guarding against me."
"Guarding against you?" Feng Yun looked him up and down, "Why would he need to guard against you?"
Wasn’t that a question she already knew the answer to?
Chunyu Yan’s words reached the tip of his tongue, but when he saw the confusion in Feng Yun’s eyes, he held back.
She genuinely... didn’t think Pei Jue saw him as a romantic rival.
Or perhaps she herself didn’t believe... that he, Chunyu Yan, was a match for Pei Jue.
A sudden pang of hurt flashed through Chunyu Yan’s heart, and his eyes filled with a fierce anger as if a freshly lit flame had been doused with cold water, leaving his chest soggy and his boundless rage indisputable, yet he was too proud to admit defeat, responding with a cold laugh and a haughty air.
"Enough talking, take a look! I don’t have the leisure to wait for you either."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yun closed the accounts book.
"Then perhaps there’s no need to check. I trust the Princely Heir..."
Chunyu Yan was so choked up he could hardly breathe and hurriedly leaned forward, spreading the accounts book out properly in front of her.
"Take your time, no rush. Accompanying Township Chief Feng in checking accounts, the Princely Heir has all the time in the world..."
Feng Yun gave him a glance.
Couldn’t this man speak without sarcasm?
She ignored him and continued to peruse the entries on her own...
Soon, her brows began to furrow slowly.
"Princely Heir..." She looked up, stopped mid-sentence, "Didn’t you pay Mr. Qu his salary? The accounts are wrong!"
Chunyu Yan’s heart skipped a beat.
The bastard finally noticed?
Chunyu Yan’s eyebrows shot up, "There has been no mistake."
Feng Yun pondered for a moment and then understood.
"Why did the Princely Heir not keep to the contract?"
Chunyu Yan’s face suddenly changed, looking at her in disbelief.
He had been waiting for Feng Twelve to shower him with gratitude and attentiveness; how did it come to a violation of the contract?
Chunyu Yan’s eyes narrowed, "Did I cause you any loss?"
Feng Yun looked at him with a complex expression, "No."
Chunyu Yan: "If that’s the case, you benefited, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
His smile spread across his face, and he even raised an eyebrow, waiting to see her delight and gratitude...
But to his surprise, Feng Yun set down the accounts book and said lightly:
"Integrity is the foundation of business, and not taking advantage of what one shouldn’t is my principle and also the cornerstone of Changmen’s survival. The Princely Heir, without my consent, broke the contract for profit, not to mention whether it belittles me, viewing me as someone short-sighted and greedy for small gains, just such actions are really inconvenient for establishing oneself in the market for long-term business."
Chunyu Yan felt a lump in his throat and a churning in his stomach, almost spitting out old blood.
He intended well, but after such a long wait, there was neither affection nor a single gracious word, instead, he ended up wearing all the blame...
"Ha..."
Chunyu Yan scoffed coldly, "I’m the petty one with contemptible intentions? Feng Twelve, you’re ruthless."
Before his voice faded away, he reached for the accounts book on the wood desk, rolled it up into his hand, tossed it to the standing Xiang Zhong, and walked out with a stern face without saying a word.
Feng Yun felt a pang in her heart.
"Princely Heir, please wait—"
Having known him for so long, Chunyu Yan getting angry wasn’t new, but storming off in anger like today was unprecedented.
Feng Yun knew his intention was kind.
But she only wanted to earn what she should, and didn’t want to accept this extra favor from him, which was why she intentionally spoke a bit harsher.
"I acknowledge the Princely Heir’s kindness."
Feng Yun took an abacus sheet without changing her expression.
"Even brothers settle accounts clearly. If the Princely Heir isn’t in a hurry right now, why not sit for a little while longer, wait until the accounts are checked before leaving? If there’s something else urgent, I’ll send someone later to present the accounts to the Princely Heir..."
Chunyu Yan’s eyelids twitched, once again making it hard for him to breathe.
"You called me back, not because I’m angry and you feel guilty? Just to settle the accounts with me?"
