When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 112: He Watches Yunzhong’s Promotional Video

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: He Watches Yunzhong’s Promotional Video

Uncle Li walked in with two new breakfasts in hand, smiling cheerfully as he observed the two kids by the window.

"Don’t play anymore, the paperwork’s all set, and I’ll drive you back after you’ve eaten."

The world in adults’ eyes is indeed simple and straightforward.

Uncle Li must be raising a boy.

At this moment, the positions of the two, if seen by Old Jiang, would probably make his face turn green with anger.

Jiang Shuyao felt particularly embarrassed, burying her head and catching a glimpse of someone smiling during the moment.

It was a self-satisfied smile of a cunning plan accomplished.

She felt so annoyed that she was dizzy and, regrettably, her face flushed deep red.

Fortunately, Uncle Li left the hospital room after setting down the breakfast, and Pei Yan didn’t trouble her further, lifting her down with one arm.

Once her feet touched the ground, Jiang Shuyao felt like she had returned to Earth from outer space.

Lacking the strength to argue with that jerk, she walked toward the dining table, rubbing her empty stomach.

Wary of him plotting something devious again, Jiang Shuyao asked while eating, "When are you going back to school for classes?"

The school had ordered a week off, and adding this weekend, it counted exactly seven days.

Pei Yan picked up a soup dumpling with his chopsticks, not chewing slowly like her, swallowing half the contents with each bite.

He used to eat like this back at the Yasong Residence too, making whatever he ate seem appetizing no matter what it was.

This also led Ms. Zhu to the false impression that her godson liked her cooking.

Going with the flow, Pei Yan never refuted that, thus accepting it to date.

"If you tell me to go back, I will," he said, slightly warm, unbuttoning two buttons of his jacket.

Jiang Shuyao caught a glimpse of his sexy, bare neck down, wearing nothing underneath.

She swiftly averted her eyes, her blush spreading to her ears.

Last night, the heater was on in the hospital room, and Pei Yan had only worn a thin sweater while keeping her company.

Soon after the IV started, she felt nauseous and threw up.

Even splashing some on him.

Upon dirtying his sweater, he took it off, but she hadn’t expected this guy not to ask Uncle Li to bring him another piece of clothing, spending the entire morning running around bare chested.

Ultimately, all this fuss was for her.

Jiang Shuyao shook her head, signaling herself to stay calm.

Following the conversation, she said, "Studying is all about self-discipline, and if your heart isn’t in it, even going back to class would be pointless."

That was the most faithful advice a straight-A student could offer a failing one.

Pei Yan stared at her silently.

A flicker of complexity crossed his eyes, as if carefully pondering her words just then.

Jiang Shuyao kept her head down, eating, deliberately avoiding looking at him.

After a while, Pei Yan’s short burst of laughter suddenly came from above her.

She slowly raised her head and saw him leaning lazily against the back of the chair, having finished his meal.

"What, are you telling me not to go back for classes and just give up?" Pei Yan deliberately misinterpreted her words.

Jiang Shuyao sipped her porridge, explaining softly and slowly, "It’s not about giving up but choosing; if you truly can’t absorb academic lessons, it’s better to follow a path you like."

As in her case, loving painting, she secretly applied for the self-administered exams at the Yangjin Academy of Fine Arts, unbeknownst to her parents.

Pei Yan’s circumstances differed, and given Uncle Pei’s laissez-faire attitude toward him, as long as he didn’t resort to dishonest means, not attending a formal university should be negotiable.

The implication in her words was more than clear.

"But Jiang Shuyao had overlooked one thing from beginning to end."

"In the first twenty years, Pei Yan lived as he pleased, but in the next twenty years, he suffered immensely."

"One day in the future, when the massive Zhi Zhen Group weighed down on the shoulders of this ignorant young man, it would be a crushing ordeal for him."

"Pei Donghan was not indulging him, but rather, he was being cruel."

"The growth of a person in the latter half of life is far more painful than in the first half."

"And some responsibilities cannot be easily shrugged off just by saying he was not interested."

"So to a certain extent, Jiang Shuyao was truly much happier than Pei Yan."

"At least, her future held countless possibilities."

"Pei Yan had only one."

"Like gears controlled by fate, no matter how they turned, they couldn’t escape that bloody trajectory." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Returning to Yasong Residence, each of them went back to their own home."

"It was just nine o’clock by then, and after washing up, Jiang Shuyao went to the study to write calligraphy for half an hour. She was about to take out the competition booklet to solve some problems when there was a noise outside."

"Pei Yan had a towel draped over his shoulders and just lingered at the doorway of the study for a moment before disappearing."

"Soon, she heard the sound of water from the bathroom outside."

"Jiang Shuyao silently buried her head in her work, long accustomed to this routine."

"The whole morning, the room was utterly quiet."

"After his shower, Pei Yan lay on the living room sofa playing games, and to avoid disturbing her studies, he even wore earplugs."

"The clock on the wall ticked away, round after round, until nearly eleven o’clock when the hourly maid came to cook, and the door to the study opened timely."

"Jiang Shuyao had changed into home clothes, a matching set of sweatshirt and sweatpants, and she stepped over to the water dispenser in her slippers, standing next to a sparsely leafed Brazilian wood, looking vibrant."

"She was just like that, sometimes too beautiful for even flowers and trees to compare."

"Pei Yan took off his earphones and turned off the screen, moving his gaze away from the girl and listlessly turned on the television."

"He knew her habits. The first thing she did after finishing her work was to drink water, then she would sit cross-legged on the mat, holding the remote control and switching channels over and over."

"After three rounds, she found the latest popular drama or variety show."

"Pei Yan usually hardly watched TV. The LCD screen in the villa was merely a tool for his game console, and after moving to Yasong Residence, he did not even buy a TV."

"Jiang Shuyao had said more than once that his place lacked liveliness, and after much thought, she had taken a fish tank from her home."

"Officially to liven things up, but actually because the little girl couldn’t stand the smell of the fish food. Yet Old Jiang, whenever he traveled, would entrust his beloved fish to his daughter, his face full of trust, making it hard for Jiang Shuyao to neglect."

"Now, having shifted the responsibility to someone else, even if all the fish died, Old Jiang couldn’t blame her."

"The young master hardly knew how to feed fish, lacking both patience and time."

"A lively tank of koi fish, under his fortnightly careful care, might not have much left."

"During a commercial break, Jiang Shuyao, having nothing better to do, got up and went to the kitchen to see what delicious food the maid had prepared today."

"Soon, the girl’s soft laughter emanated from the kitchen, while on the other side in the living room, the TV screen changed, inserting a promotional video for a private school."

"Rongcheng Yunchi Academy, with its grand gates drawing the eye solemnly."

"Vibrant students, the sounds of academia spreading throughout Qinyuan Building."

"When Jiang Shuyao came out of the kitchen, the promo was showing a scene of her and Lu Chen studying and discussing in the library."

"Unintentionally, she glanced at the person on the sofa, her heart rate inexplicably quickening."

"Pei Yan was half drowsing, his gaze fixed on the TV screen."

"It was unclear whether he was actually watching, his expression tired, his chest rising and falling as if he was asleep."

"Jiang Shuyao slowly walked over, picked up the remote control from the coffee table to change the channel, but suddenly a soft, indifferent voice sounded behind her."

"Don’t sit under trees in the future, it’s easy to snag your hair."