When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 129: Brother Yan Now Has Someone to Manage Him

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Brother Yan Now Has Someone to Manage Him

After the Lantern Festival, the school announced that the winter vacation would be extended and the start of the school year delayed.

Originally scheduled for early March, the Yangjin retake exam was also preemptively canceled via email by officials.

The ensuing pandemic situation plunged the senior high students into anxiety and confusion.

It was uncertain whether this year’s college entrance exam would be affected, yet their time was already running short.

Yunzhong is a private school, facing even greater pressure in the upcoming teaching arrangements.

Gradually, different departments started advocating for online live-streaming classes; under the severe circumstances, many traditional teachers had no choice but to keep up with the trend of the internet era, officially launching the live-stream teaching model.

Fifteen days after her mother’s departure, Jiang Shuyao finally mustered the courage to open the long-abandoned studio.

Inside, it was spotlessly clean, which was completely contrary to what she had expected.

Old Jiang told her that her mother had cleaned the studio on the night she received the notice to aid the hospital, all while she was asleep.

Before leaving, Zhu Yun told her husband, "Fortunately, those paintings are still dust-free, everything is still manageable."

Jiang Tingsong could feel the changes in his wife’s mood over those few days, yet as the departure was imminent, he, a grown man, couldn’t help but have his eyes turn red, no matter the topic discussed, everything seemed profoundly heavy.

The child would eventually have to walk her path; parents could only provide guidance and companionship.

But having gone through these hardships, Jiang Tingsong had realized,

Actually, having a family safely together was what mattered most.

The neighbor across the door, having been shut in for a whole half-month, also began to grow restless recently.

Once, inadvertently, he heard Chen Jin bellowing in a game, complaining about nearly growing moldy at home, wanting to ride his motorcycle and speed around Xinglong Lake Avenue.

Pei Yan, reclining on the sofa with a smirk, his eyes slightly narrowed, a clear flicker of excitement passing through.

She immediately felt alarm bells ringing and strode over to snatch his phone, yelling into it, "Racing at Xinglong Lake, is it? Why don’t you just fly to the sky?"

"..."

Her voice was mellow, each word spat out one by one, exceedingly clear.

Chen Jin pathetically snapped his phone shut.

He had forgotten; Brother Yan was under supervision now.

That was really careless of him.

Looking at the lump on the sofa, Jiang Shuyao suddenly lost her anger again: "The hospital is already short on beds, and here you are, all competing to get in."

Wasn’t it clear what the situation was now?

Pei Yan lazily lifted his eyelids, retorted, "What about someone like me who visits every day, am I adding chaos to the community?"

She: "..."

The girl stared at him for a moment, then turned and walked into the study.

"From today, go back and stay put; life and death are decreed by fate, wealth by heaven. Do whatever you want."

The living room was quiet for two seconds.

Pei Yan irritably ruffled his hair and stood up from the sofa.

Dammit.

He had said the wrong thing again.

He walked to the study door and knocked, "Yaoyao."

"Come out."

"I have something to show you."

No one responded from inside, he knocked again.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t want to deal with him at all, wearing headphones and practicing English listening, completely ignoring the devilish noise outside.

She knew that the bastard was impatient, never lasting more than five minutes.

A brief listening exercise ended, and indeed, there was no more noise outside.

The entire afternoon, Jiang Shuyao immersed herself in dense practice problems, and when her brain was tired, she would go to the studio to paint a few strokes of watercolor as a form of relaxation.

Not until seven in the evening, when it was already pitch dark outside, did Pei Yan come around for dinner.

She took out her phone and sent him a message on WeChat, but there was no response for a long time.

Very well, if he didn’t want to come, then he wouldn’t come.

She couldn’t care less about him.

Jiang Shuyao expressionlessly threw her phone onto the sofa and turned on the TV with the remote.

During the pandemic, many variety shows had stopped broadcasting.

The only way to pass the time was to catch up on popular movies she had missed.

She had only been watching "Fast and Furious 5" for a few minutes when a scene of the lead racing against the antagonist appeared in the movie.

Suddenly, her hair stood on end, and she picked up her phone and ran out the door.

The tables had turned; now it was her turn to knock on doors.

Jiang Shuyao naturally wouldn’t knock while shouting, and after the fifth knock, she decisively turned and went back home to find her key.

After opening the door, darkness greeted her.

Looking at the empty room, she almost instantly confirmed her guess that that guy had recklessly gone out to race.

Jiang Shuyao felt deflated and reached out to find the light switch on the wall.

Just as her fingers were about to touch the button near the entrance, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

In the darkness, she heard a young, faint voice, "It must be a power outage. Don’t move. I’ll handle it."

That bastard was home!

Jiang Shuyao pursed her lips, feeling a bit overly concerned.

She didn’t know where the circuit breaker was in his house, so she could only obediently stand still.

The young man, smelling fresh after his shower, walked past her. After a rustling sound, the lights in the living room turned on.

As the lights returned, Jiang Shuyao instinctively looked towards the person by the sofa.

With just one glance, she quickly averted her eyes.

Pei Yan wasn’t wearing clothes, only wrapped in a white towel around his lower body.

Water dripped from his hair tips, his abdominal muscles were firm, and his smooth lines continued downwards, Jiang Shuyao dared not think further and immediately turned towards the door.

"It’s almost eight. Come and have dinner after you’re ready."

The girl’s cheeks were flushed, and her voice was slightly abnormal as she spoke.

Under the light, Pei Yan’s expression was somewhat intriguing, his dark eyes watched the girl flee, and a slight smile played on his lips.

He almost forgot, the Princess had turned eighteen and was of age.

The way she blushed just now—he damn well wanted to hold her and kiss her.

Pei Yan’s mind was full of rubbish, and even if his grades improved by ninety-nine ranks, it couldn’t cover up his devilish nature.

The Devil kissing the Princess didn’t seem like a big deal.

But this Devil, he loved the Princess too much.

He feared it would scare her into developing a mental shadow.

At nine o’clock, Jiang Tingsong returned from volunteering in the community, also stopping by the pharmacy to buy disinfectant and alcohol.

With plenty of ingredients at home, while the two children were revising their lessons, he went to the kitchen to make some sweet dumplings and brought them to the study.

Jiang Shuyao was explaining a physics problem to Pei Yan.

The girl held a pen seriously drawing force analysis diagrams on scratch paper, her thought process clear and patient.

Looking at Pei Yan sitting beside her, the boy had indeed changed dramatically in just two months.

It wasn’t just Old Pei who felt reassured, but he, as an uncle, also found it gratifying.

Zhu Yun was right; the children had grown up and become sensible.

At this critical time, they knew how to study according to a systematic plan, and the pandemic hadn’t disrupted their rhythm but had made their lives calmer instead.

March arrived, bringing renewal.

The pandemic, after reaching its peak, finally began to show signs of easing.

With the daily number of new infections decreasing, the city methodically resumed classes in the order of high schools, middle schools, and elementary schools.

The day before returning to school, Jiang Shuyao went with Pei Yan to the community center for a nucleic acid test.

Also, on this day, the Yangjin self-study office sent an email officially setting the next makeup exam date for late March.