When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 140: Pei Yan Is That Good

Moreover, the admission results from Yangjin were still unknown, and if she failed to be admitted, she would probably be unwilling to consider another art academy, aside from Yangjin.

Jiang Shuyao stared at the message for a long time, and finally managed to reply with a headache emoji.

Headache over when there would be news from Yangjin.

Time waits for no one, and it was probably time to start filling out college applications.

With her scores, she had many schools to choose from.

But the more options there were, the more indecisive she became.

After a peaceful half day, the citywide rankings came out at noon, and Yunzhong suddenly topped the headlines of Rong City news.

The first double science top scorer was born, Yunchi Academy began a new Chapter in the education field with strength.

Jiang Shuyao was still in a daze, not yet recovered from the dreamlike reality when she received a kind call from Capital University.

Followed by a second call, from Capital University of Technology.

Then a third, from Electronic Science University.

...

Until lunchtime, when Old Jiang brought the last dish to the table, the phone that had been put aside rang again.

The caller immediately joked, "Did our school step in just a tad later than Yihe Garden Road?"

Jiang Shuyao laughed inexplicably.

Her upcoming college life seemed somewhat different from what she had imagined.

The solemn and sacred academy seemed to, without prior agreement, take a humorous route in its recruitment.

Having such a sought-after daughter made Old Jiang both proud and reluctant to let go.

In some ways, the reluctance overwhelmed everything else.

Jiang Tingsong even wished that his Yaoyao had not yet grown up, still the girl who carried her backpack home every day and sweetly called out, "Dad, I’m back."

Suddenly, the dining table became quiet as they ate.

Jiang Shuyao looked up at her father across the table and felt that something was off.

"Dad, what’s wrong?"

Seemed preoccupied with something?

Jiang Tingsong suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly buried his head and took a couple of bites of rice, avoiding the topic of his daughter’s college applications, and only asked, "What are Yan’s plans? Is he also thinking of going to the Capital?"

The father had used the word ’also’, and it nearly made Jiang Shuyao choke.

She grabbed a glass of water to drink, and said calmly, "Not sure, he probably thinks the Capital is fun, wants to join the excitement and see for himself."

What a hypocritical reason she had fabricated.

Jiang Tingsong didn’t think too much about it, nodding in agreement, "The Capital is a good place, if both of you go there, it’s good to have each other’s company."

Yes, it was quite good.

Not just company, they would probably find the time for dating and such as well.

She foolishly picked at the tablecloth, snickering to herself, her thoughts drifting far away.

That guy said he was going back to the villa to get some things, and it was already afternoon, when would he return?

As if they were connected by telepathy, just as she finished the thought, a message popped up at the top of her phone screen.

Jiang Shuyao opened WeChat and saw it, her eyes brightening. She told her father, "I’m done eating, there’s a package downstairs, I’ll go get it."

Her daughter dashed out the door like a puff of smoke, leaving Jiang Tingsong to mutter, "Why are there so many packages lately?"

It was already nearly one o’clock.

Zhu Yun had said on the phone at noon that after her shift she needed to pick up someone at the hotel first, and Jiang Tingsong didn’t ask further, assuming it was an academic professor invited by her hospital.

But upon further reflection, he thought it unlikely; no matter how prestigious the visitor, it would be unusual for the chief of cardiology to personally drive to pick them up.

Pondering without conclusion, Jiang Tingsong still went back to the bedroom to call his wife.

Outside the gates of Yasong Residence, Pei Yan leaned against his flashy sports car, dressed in a black casual shirt, wearing hiking shoes on his feet.

The girl emerged, and he tilted his head toward the passenger seat, "Get in, I’ll take you somewhere."

Jiang Shuyao lowered her head to assess her outfit and pouted, "Why didn’t you say so earlier? I didn’t change clothes."

"No need to change, no one compares to you anyway," Pei Yan said, his tone nonchalant as he stood up and took her hand.

"I should at least tell my dad. I lied to him, said I was going downstairs to get a package."

"Give me your phone, I’ll tell him."

Huh?

Jiang Shuyao paused slightly, her phone already snatched out of her pocket and dialing.

The line indicated the call was in progress.

He pressed the hang-up button and didn’t return the phone to her but tossed it carelessly into the storage compartment in front of the driver’s seat.

"Get in the car first, we’ll talk on the way."

Ever since she’d been with this guy, it seemed like her brain was never quite up to speed.

He was always finding new ways to entertain her. At first, she’d still ask about the destination, but over time, she got used to it and just let him drive around aimlessly.

After all, he couldn’t possibly sell her off, right?

Jiang Shuyao buckled her seatbelt and reminded him, "Drive slowly, I had a bit too much for lunch."

Pei Yan started the car, a slight smirk on his lips, "I would love to, but the car’s performance won’t allow it."

"..."

The girl immediately felt powerless.

Leaning back in her seat, she spoke languidly, "If you keep this up, one day I’m going to be driven to exhaustion by you."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at him and seriously emphasized again, "Wherever you want to go, just go; there’s no need to report to me. Really, even if you don’t bring me, I won’t make you kneel on durians."

Pei Yan couldn’t help but chuckle.

He leaned in and planted a firm kiss on her face, then laughed softly in retort, "What if I go out and mess around, do I still not need to report to you?"

Jiang Shuyao, quite unskilled in such matters, couldn’t handle his direct and brash teasing. Blushing, she pondered for a while before slowly responding, "You wouldn’t dare."

The sports car discreetly joined the traffic flow, the windows rolled up, and she heard the person beside her joke, "Yaoyao, if one day I do something to betray you, just take a knife and stab me to death. Don’t let a scumbag like me off easy."

Jiang Shuyao’s eyelids twitched, her expression stunned as she stared at him.

The intrinsic paranoia of some people can be suffocating, yet every similar statement he made deeply pierced her heart.

Pei Yan was too good; he couldn’t possibly do something to hurt her.

Even if he did, she wouldn’t stab him. Death isn’t the only solution to problems. One day, she would make him understand that in this world, love and peace are the everlasting truth.

The sports car headed toward the North Third Ring, arriving at the destination around three o’clock.

Jiang Shuyao hadn’t expected Pei Yan to actually take her mountain climbing.

He had prepared everything, even the tent, it seemed they were going to camp on the mountain peak tonight.

She looked around, "Just the two of us?"

"Who else were you expecting?"

Pei Yan lifted down a heavy-looking box, and as Jiang Shuyao intended to help, he ordered her to stand still and not move.

"This thing’s heavy, don’t let it fall on you."

The girl obediently complied, uttering a sound and starting to inspect the mysterious object.

It wasn’t until a group of tourists passed by, discussing tonight’s meteor shower, that she suddenly realized.

Recent news broadcasts had been reporting that tonight at eight there would be the largest meteor shower in sixty years, with the best viewpoint at Furi Mountain beyond the North Third Ring of Rong City.

She’d been so focused on her grades that she’d entirely forgotten about it.

Excitement surged in Jiang Shuyao’s heart. She moved closer, circling the box, "Is there a telescope inside? Where did you borrow it from?"

Pei Yan kept busy with the contents of the box, casting a sidelong glance at the silly girl.

"Bought it."