When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 149: Maybe It’s Fate

He Qingzhou drove to the airport to pick up his cousin. On the way back, as he passed by Yunzhong, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Pei Yan walking out of the school gate with a startling complexion. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He rolled down the window, about to say hello, when his vision blurred, and a motorcycle roared past with a sweeping gust of wind.

He Qingzhou hurriedly turned off the car engine and pulled over, calling Chen Jin on the phone.

Being woken up twice early in the morning, one after another, what on earth was everyone trying to do?

"Brother Yan doesn’t seem right. Do you know what happened?"

The sun hung high, and on the other end of the phone, amid yawns, came a listless voice, "What’s wrong with him? He was asking me about Tang Xing this morning."

At this, Chen Jin paused slightly.

It seemed, indeed, something was off.

After a brief discussion, He Qingzhou decided to drive and follow while Chen Jin summoned Xu Kanfeng to join him shortly.

His cousin in the car was dumbstruck.

In her wildest dreams, she hadn’t imagined her cousin would abandon her halfway for a man.

He Qingzhou hailed a taxi at the roadside, placed the luggage carefully, reported the address directly to the driver, and then sped off in his car.

A mountain bike at full throttle was hard to chase down for a regular car.

He Qingzhou had only recently gotten his driver’s license, and with many traffic lights in the city, he drove with his heart in his throat and stepped on the accelerator even harder than usual.

Shit.

This trip was definitely going to clean out all his points.

He Qingzhou had turned on location sharing, and at the same time, Chen Jin and Xu Kanfeng were also hurrying over.

At eleven in the afternoon, the sun was scorching.

Sweat covered her forehead, and all Jiang Shuyao could hear was her own heavy breathing.

She ran out of school, standing at the bustling roadside, her anxious gaze searching everywhere.

Pei Yan took big strides, and as hard as she tried to catch up, she couldn’t even glimpse his back for an instant.

This was his second misunderstanding.

The first time was last year during a promotional shoot when Lu Chen untangled her hair caught in tree branches.

And just now, it was even worse than the last time.

She so regretted it, what was she even thinking at the time, just standing there motionless, not dodging, allowing Lu Chen to make ambiguous advances.

Running hard, Jiang Shuyao’s throat was dry, and her small face under the mask was feverishly red.

The girl suppressed her discomfort and stretched out her hand to hail a car at the roadside.

Pei Yan’s phone was off, and she had no idea where he had gone. Lost and without a clue, Jiang Shuyao could only head back to Yasong Residence first.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, she pulled out her key and headed straight for Pei Yan’s home.

Standing in the entranceway, she stared at the empty living room, the air ice cold.

Jiang Shuyao lethargically shed her tightly wound emotions, feeling as if a stone was lodged in her chest.

He hadn’t come back.

At home, Zhu Yun had stewed some pork rib soup and was getting ready to head to the hospital when she suddenly looked up and saw her daughter stepping through the door.

"Yaoyao, have you finished filling in your volunteer options?"

The girl looked blankly at her mother, unable to speak.

Zhu Yun, with her keen senses, quickly noticed her daughter’s unusual demeanor. She walked over worriedly and touched her sweaty forehead, "Are you suffering from heatstroke? Hurry, hurry, sit on the sofa."

Jiang Shuyao stood still, her eyes sluggishly rotating.

"Mom, if Pei Yan doesn’t go to Los Angeles, will godmother be sad?"

The moment she uttered the words, she herself felt hypocritical.

How could she not be sad? A mother needed her son’s company; filial piety was a natural and upright principle of human relationships.

Had she lost her mind?

As her daughter’s complexion slowly returned to normal, Zhu Yun breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her concerns.

Mentioning Lin Zhen and his mother, Zhu Yun’s heart wasn’t any easier than anyone else’s as she took her daughter’s hand and sat down on the sofa.

"This morning, I tried to persuade Yan on the opposite side, but he was very determined. My worry is that your godmother has come back after much hardship, only to return disappointed. Her illness can’t take any more stimulation."

Jiang Shuyao slowly turned her head and stared blankly at her mother.

As a doctor, Zhu Yun always tended to view problems from a professional instinct. She said, "Your godmother’s condition is not as optimistic as it appears on the surface. If she faints a few more times, I’m afraid she might not even have a year left..."

Not even a year left?

Jiang Shuyao’s mind went blank at that moment, and unexpectedly, her emotions were more peaceful than ever before.

She closed her eyes.

It felt like some things were perhaps just fate.

That day on Furi Mountain, she said she was a realist who only believed in science.

But only after experiencing the various helplessnesses of this world does one realize that what science can never resolve are emotions and decisions.

After her mother left, Jiang Shuyao, with a try-and-see attitude, dialed He Qingzhou’s phone to inquire about Pei Yan’s whereabouts.

At that time, the three brothers had just met up in Jinggang.

Upon hearing that Sister Yao was calling, Chen Jin couldn’t help but chuckle, "Could it be that nearly three hours have passed, and those two still haven’t met today?"

In the morning, it was Brother Yan inquiring about Sister Yao.

In the afternoon, it was Sister Yao inquiring about Brother Yan.

He’d never been in love, yet why did it feel like playing hide and seek?

After hanging up, facing his brothers’ silent gaze, He Qingzhou sighed helplessly, "What can I do? I can’t stand to see a girl wronged, so I sent her the address."

Xu Kanfeng couldn’t quite believe it.

"Sister Yao is coming to Jinggang!"

Not to mention what kind of crazy state Brother Yan was in right now, in case...

"Don’t think about all that nonsense. We all know the boss is sick, but apart from Sister Yao, who can cure him?"

Let her come then, it would be a good break for them too.

He Junshi considered himself a master strategist, but in this matter, he had truly done something he regretted deeply.

In recent days, there was an international motorbike racing event in Jinggang.

The contestants had to sign up at least two weeks in advance, but the Demon King of the Pei Family arrived and, without so much as a peep, put on his helmet and entered the arena, causing internal fear and panic.

By four o’clock, the latest round of the race was over.

The black motorbike, carrying a gust of wind, burst through the finish line and like a wild beast, charged towards the elevated track ahead, continuing to circle without any intention of stopping.

Two hours later, the Museum Director stood in the control room, sweating profusely.

The little ancestor had better not cause any more trouble; this kind of play had long exceeded the limits of the human body, even an iron constitution would not withstand it.

Pei Yan always caused a stir each time he came, and never failed to terrify everyone.

The hot sun was particularly fierce today, an ominous sign.

Without taking a breath, the Museum Director turned his head inadvertently and saw a slender silhouette suddenly appear under the surveillance camera.

The girl heedlessly walked onto the track, her actions extremely dangerous.

The Museum Director nearly lost his soul, pointing at the monitor and ordering his staff, "Hurry up and verify her identity, get security to move her away!"

The response he got was, "She’s a friend of Mr. He, shall I connect you directly to the area in preparation for the race?"

He Qingzhou, upon receiving the call, was so shocked he tumbled from the platform, ignoring his injuries as he limped and rushed outside.

"What’s going on?"

"Quick, quick, quick, let’s go see too," Chen Jin and Xu Kanfeng exchanged glances, quickly coming to their senses to follow.

The sight before them was enough to take their breath away.

The heat was scorching; the girl was dressed in a white princess gown, like an angel that had fallen to earth, standing quietly in the middle of the track, impossibly beautiful.

In their recollection, they had never seen Sister Yao wearing a dress.

When He Qingzhou brought her up the mountain, Chen Jin and Xu Kanfeng were even embarrassingly spellbound.