When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 142: Lin Zhen Returns to the Country

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Lin Zhen Returns to the Country

Wrapped in sleeping bags, the windswept feeling turned out more romantic than imagined. After watching the meteor shower, they packed up their gear early the next day to return home.

Going downhill was much easier than the climb up, and along the way, Jiang Shuyao repeatedly and casually pressed Pei Yan to reveal what wish he had made.

That guy gave evasive answers, more focused on stuffing things into the car than telling her.

"I’m still dreaming of wishes coming true, but wouldn’t it be a waste of effort if I said it out loud."

Jiang Shuyao didn’t hide her mockery, "How could dreams possibly come true? I’m a realist, I only believe in science."

Her words seemed to annoy him.

His head was knocked hard, and Pei Yan sneered coldly, "The first dream I had was to win you over, believe it or not."

Her: "..."

Believe.

The drive back to the city from Furi Mountain took about forty minutes.

Jiang Shuyao had never thought that on such an ordinary day, she would encounter someone so unexpected.

At that moment, she stood outside the gateway of Yasong Residence, trying to scan the code, when her phone suddenly shut down due to a dead battery. Pei Yan put down the pile of things in his hands and took out his phone to add the family code.

The family code required identity verification, and Jiang Shuyao positioned her head in the recognition frame, blinking and opening her mouth as she completed a series of actions in one go.

The gate slowly opened, and they prepared to enter.

But they saw the security guard suddenly stretch his neck to look toward the roadside.

That was always his reaction whenever visitors from outside came around.

Jiang Shuyao turned her head subconsciously and saw a black sedan parked at the curb. The woman getting out from the backseat was wearing a white long dress, beautiful and elegant.

At that moment, she distinctly felt the person beside her pause his breathing.

From the gate to the roadside, neither near nor far, mother and son locked eyes from a distance.

Jiang Shuyao was the first to snap back to reality, excitedly running over.

The girl’s features hadn’t changed much, in fact, they were even more delicate and lovely than in her childhood.

Lin Zhen revealed a gentle smile, opening her arms slightly towards the little girl rushing towards her.

Just as Jiang Shuyao was about to touch her godmother’s hands, she was forcefully stopped in her tracks.

The air stilled for two seconds, and she turned around, baffled.

Pei Yan had grabbed her wrist, his eyes cold as ice, "You dare to hug someone who’s just returned from Los Angeles?"

The severity of the pandemic overseas was well known.

But this was not just anyone in front of them.

Jiang Shuyao opened her mouth but ultimately, she didn’t dare say a word.

Pei Yan’s indifference deeply wounded Lin Zhen’s heart.

Her return to the country was fraught with difficulties; she had spent a full fourteen days isolated in a hotel, only able to look at the small patch of sky outside her window, fantasizing about all kinds of scenarios upon reuniting with her son.

She had fooled herself into thinking that even if Pei Yan hated her, there should be at least a flicker of joy at the moment of reunion.

But in her son’s eyes, she saw no emotion, except for strangeness and endless darkness.

Lin Zhen’s outreached hand slowly retracted, falling back into the tender and smiling demeanor the children remembered her by.

Her gaze moved past Jiang Shuyao and onto the cold, aloof youth standing there, and said softly, "Mom has come back to see you, Yan."

Pei Yan glanced casually over the woman’s face, without pausing, then looked away indifferently.

"Yan is probably long dead."

He pulled the girl and turned back, the word ’dead’ falling from his lips as if it were something light and inconsequential.

No doubt, Jiang Shuyao was the most uncomfortable one caught in the middle.

She wanted to look back again and again, but each time her head turned halfway, he forced it back.

"Try moving again, and see if I don’t kiss you, believe it or not."

"..."

Both had reached such an extent, yet he still used the same old threats.

Was it amusing?

Jiang Shuyao was angry but dared not speak, clueless as to what was going through the mind of the person beside her.

"That’s his own mother, okay? Show some respect for your elders."

When the elevator doors opened, Zhu Yun collided with the two children just then.

Jiang Shuyao was taken aback, hurriedly shaking off Pei Yan’s hand.

In the moment her nerves were still unsettled, she held her breath and looked at her mother, her mind racing back and forth several times, thinking about how to explain later.

"Mom, we just saw outside the door..."

Zhu Yun signaled with her eyes for her daughter not to speak, then turned her gaze to Pei Yan.

She sighed imperceptibly, reached out and touched his head, "Child, it hasn’t been easy for your mom to come back this trip, if you have something to say, say it nicely."

Jiang Shuyao swallowed hard.

With her mother’s sharp senses, she must have seen her holding hands with Pei Yan just now.

Not mentioning a word, was she giving them a way out?

Dazed, she felt a pat on the back of her head from her mother, "Your dad is cooking at home, go back and help with washing the vegetables."

Ah?

Her mother had the community card in her hand, she must have been about to go out to pick up her godmother.

Jiang Shuyao, feeling like she had dodged a bullet, quickly nodded: "Don’t worry, don’t worry, mom, you go ahead and be busy."

After going upstairs, she dragged Pei Yan straight into his apartment, leaning against the door and patting her chest.

"That was close."

In comparison to her cowardly reaction, someone else seemed calm.

Pei Yan glanced at her indifferently, "What’s there to be afraid of? It’s good she saw."

Hmph.

Jiang Shuyao ignored him.

She put things away in the storage room, and when she came back out, that guy had started to shoo her away, "Aren’t you supposed to go back and help your dad wash the vegetables, why are you still standing around here?"

He was actually rushing her to leave.

Jiang Shuyao consoled herself, saying that he was in a bad mood, and she would indulge him for the time being.

But the more she did so, the less she wanted to leave.

Seeing her look so aggrieved, Pei Yan’s heart softened, and he pulled her over, whispering, "Go back, Lin Zhen will be at your house. Don’t come knocking later, I want to be alone."

Her nose tingled, she looked up at him, "If you don’t want to see godmother, then don’t. I’ll stay with you and we won’t go anywhere."

She knew exactly what he was thinking.

He still couldn’t get over that hurdle, and there are many things that would be better if there were a chance to talk them out.

Not letting him refuse, Jiang Shuyao hurriedly changed shoes at the entrance and found the remote to turn on the TV.

"I’m telling you, there’s this dating reality show that’s really hot right now, and a lot of guys watch it, too."

Pei Yan never watched reality shows, and he was even less likely to watch those silly sweet romance programs.

That LCD TV, its only use for him, was for playing video games.

The girl, in everything she did or said, was cautious, trying her best not to mention anything that could be associated with Lin Zhen.

Pei Yan sat down on the sofa with an indifferent expression, patting the spot beside him, "Come here."

Jiang Shuyao was changing channels and subconsciously obeyed, sitting beside him.

Pei Yan’s large hand wrapped around her shoulder, gently pulled her in, and she leaned against him.

Her body stiffened at first but then relaxed.

Alright, this was his territory; whatever made him happy was fine.

Jiang Shuyao was today exerting her patience to the extreme; she could never imagine she would care about someone this much.

All she wanted now was to be with him.

The reality show had started, and the romantic and sweet interactions between the male and female celebrities were indeed perfect for couples to watch together.

Jiang Shuyao leaned quietly against Pei Yan, completely absorbed in the television.

It wasn’t until her shoulder grew warm, and through the haze, she could hear his warm, low voice in her ear.

"She came back to the country this time to see me, Yaoyao, do you believe that?"