When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 110: Liang Zixiao’s Provocation

Jiang Shuyao’s throat was dry and raspy. She tried to open her mouth, "Pei Yan, why do you like me."

The girl’s delicate voice weakly emanated from his chest.

Pei Yan’s steps momentarily paused, his usually stern jawline gradually softening.

A slight curve formed at the corner of his lips, yet he did not look at her.

"Then you answer my question first."

Hmm?

Pei Yan’s Adam’s apple moved, his low voice tinged with the fog of a winter’s night, "Yaoyao, why don’t you like me."

The girl’s breathing hitched.

After a few seconds of silence, she gently closed her eyes.

It wasn’t that she did not like him, she just didn’t know before—at their age, what could really be called ’liking.’

Two people who had grown up together naturally had an emotional foundation. She had once thought that Pei Yan’s fervor was just a whim, in other words, an instinctive human interest akin to a rabbit wanting to eat the grass by its burrow.

Later, she slowly realized that this guy was serious.

Not only serious, but also crazily so.

Jiang Shuyao felt groggy throughout the journey. Seeing that she didn’t want to talk, Pei Yan did not press further.

Upon reaching the hospital, they went straight to the emergency room.

When she was wheeled in, Jiang Shuyao was utterly unaware of her anxiety.

This was her fourth trip to the ER that day; the first three had been fruitless, but this time she was the one being admitted.

She couldn’t help but smirk—it was a sign that things weren’t too bad if she could still be optimistic at a time like this.

Normally, family members or friends are not allowed in the ER, but Pei Yan’s temper flared up and the medical staff couldn’t stop him.

Eventually, they had no choice but to let him enter dressed in a sterile suit.

Jiang Shuyao endured her discomfort and cast a helpless glance at the boy.

The final diagnosis was a severe food allergy.

When the doctor asked about her recent meals, Jiang Shuyao almost immediately knew the culprit was the spicy crayfish she had eaten that night.

The acute allergic reaction was fierce but brief.

After taking the medication and having two IV bags, most symptoms—breathing difficulties and rashes—had subsided by the latter half of the night.

"Stay in bed and no playing with your phone. I’m going to buy breakfast." Pei Yan stood at the bedside, watching over her for a while before he felt reassured enough to leave the ward.

It was six in the morning, pitch black outside. Where could he possibly go to buy her breakfast?

Jiang Shuyao didn’t stop him, and secretly made a decision.

From now on, she would fully accept all the goodness he offered her.

And she would try her best to treat him better.

Jiang Shuyao knew in her heart what should and should not be done at this stage.

Now that she had a plan, time would fly, and all the beautiful things could patiently await next June. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

She hadn’t slept at all the previous night due to the itching, and before the breakfast arrived, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t resist closing her eyes out of sheer exhaustion.

She didn’t sleep soundly, having countless dreams.

It had been days since Liang Zixiao’s incident; she heard he woke up and was recovering well, and hadn’t caused any trouble for Pei Yan since.

But oddly, she still dreamed of Liang Zixiao wielding a knife and charging at Pei Yan.

How could that be? It was a lawful society.

She couldn’t help but recall the words of the young police officer at the station.

Due to the nightmare, Jiang Shuyao suddenly lost all desire to sleep.

She picked up her phone from the bedside table. It was already seven o’clock.

Pei Yan had left at six and hadn’t returned yet.

She pondered whether to call him, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the hospital logo on the bedsheet, a thought suddenly flashing through her mind.

The third floor of the inpatient department.

Liang Zixiao, who had just had his bandages removed from his head, could have never anticipated that a stroll would lead him to encounter this grim reaper.

The two men stood facing each other in the elevator, hatred plastered across Liang Zixiao’s face as he almost wished he could pounce and swallow Pei Yan whole.

But cruel reality wouldn’t allow it.

Right now, without his caregiver by his side, any impulsive action would lead to him being disabled a second time.

Pei Yan held a steaming breakfast in his hand, his indifferent gaze calmly sizing up the man opposite him.

It was as if the malevolent youth from before no longer existed.

However, it was precisely this nonchalant look that caused Liang Zixiao extreme discomfort.

Suddenly, he felt insulted once again.

Last time it was physical, this time it was mental.

The elevator stopped on the third floor, and Liang Zixiao walked out slowly.

But just as the elevator doors were about to close, he blocked them with his arm.

Now only Pei Yan was inside.

Liang Zixiao squinted his eyes at him, tonguing his molars, "Do you know what my lawyer has been busy with lately?"

He pulled out his phone, opened up a lawsuit document, and with a cold laugh, shook it a couple of times at the person inside the elevator.

"You, Pei Yan, have a capable father to cover for you, but Jiang Shuyao doesn’t. I’m really looking forward to seeing how you will protect her this time."

Liang Zixiao’s hospital room was the second one next to the staircase.

After both men entered, the door closed tightly.

Anything involving Jiang Shuyao would make Pei Yan lose his composure.

The whole situation was clear and straightforward—suing a witness only seen on surveillance footage was utterly pointless.

Liang Zixiao did not really intend to harm Jiang Shuyao.

He just wanted to see how the big boss of Yunzhong would react, and at the same time, he wanted to reclaim all the insults he had endured from Pei Yan.

Once the lawsuit was filed, regardless of the outcome, the court would inevitably summon Jiang Shuyao.

Liang Zixiao feigned regret, shaking his head, "She’s the top student of Yunzhong, admired by teachers and chased by people. Suddenly there’s a stain in her life, tsk tsk, how thrilling."

Speaking of which.

Liang Zixiao suddenly turned and stared at Pei Yan.

"I actually quite like her. Why don’t you just be generous and let her be mine? If she becomes my girlfriend, naturally I won’t mind."

Or...

Liang Zixiao was crazily probing on the edge of disaster.

"If you can’t bear to, then kneel down and kowtow three times. If I’m satisfied, I’ll withdraw the lawsuit and won’t sue her. Pei Yan, choose one."

The air pressure in the room plummeted.

Pei Yan stood at the door, not having said a single word from the start.

He held the breakfast by his side, with one hand in his pocket.

His eyes were dark, showing no emotion.

From the moment he entered, he had spotted the camera installed in the corner of the TV.

Liang Zixiao had lured him here, intentionally provoking him, with an obvious purpose.

He was usually quick-tempered, but now he was forcefully suppressing it.

His girl was still upstairs, waiting for breakfast.

Any longer, and the food would be cold.

Slowly.

Pei Yan’s aura gradually receded, adopting a casual stance leaning against the door frame, his smile chillingly cold: "It seems you’re quite confident, thinking your head is tough enough to withstand another thrashing by me."

Leaning down slowly, he set the breakfast on the floor.

With no hint of hostility, he walked toward Liang Zixiao with a casual, carefree stride.

Liang Zixiao’s expression darkened quickly, uncontrollably retreating two steps.