When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 51 - 0: Calm to the Point of Being Terrifying

Chapter 51: Chapter 051: Calm to the Point of Being Terrifying

The result had somewhat exceeded Pei Yan’s expectations. He stood rigidly by the roadside, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

The girl’s words before she left kept echoing in his head, "Why should I like her, why?"

He mocked himself with a curl of his lips, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

The painting, worth millions, now lay under a streetlamp like trash, stained with her tears, yet discarded by her without a second thought.

The night was bitterly cold, and it was nearly midnight. Chen Jin and the other two were huffing breaths like the Waiting-for-Husband Stone outside the barbecue shop.

From a distance, although they couldn’t hear exactly what Brother Yan and Little Fairy had said to each other, they weren’t fools—they could tell that tonight’s plan was doomed.

Not only was it doomed, but the situation had also turned somewhat serious.

Tsk.

"This woman’s ruthlessness is lethal. Brother Yan almost shattered his knees for that painting. If he weren’t lucky, he would probably have to lie in a hospital for several months."

The three of them still shivered uncontrollably when they recalled that when making the final turn, the snow slope suddenly collapsed. If the boss had been half a second slower, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

A life exchanged just for a smile from the beauty.

Heh, we all truly admire him.

In fact, Pei Yan’s thoughts might not have been so superficial. He knew all along that she loved painting and that Zong Nan was the master she had admired since childhood.

Two years ago, when "Xici" was unveiled, the girl had stood in the venue, gazing up at the painting for an entire hour, her eyes full of awe and desire—Pei Yan saw it all very clearly.

Whatever she liked, even if there was only a 0.1% chance, he would try his best to get it for her.

He would bear the process; his little princess only needed to enjoy it rightfully.

But it seemed that after so many years, Pei Yan had only realized tonight that some things might just be his own wishful thinking.

After shivering in the cold wind for half an hour, the three of them finally waited for the boss to return.

When he came back, his shoulders were soaked with mist, the tips of his black hair slightly damp, carrying the bone-chilling cold of the winter night. His whole body was nearly devoid of any warmth.

Pei Yan walked into the barbecue shop, took the car keys from the table, and then turned to walk out.

From beginning to end, there was not a trace of emotion in his dark eyes.

He didn’t even put on his helmet but just put the key in, revved the engine, and drove away.

He Qingzhou was the first to come back to his senses. He signaled Xu Kanfeng with his eyes, "Kanzi, you go pick up the painting and head home first. Chen Jin and I will follow and see."

Among the four, Xu Kanfeng was the youngest and also the one under the strictest family restraint.

Chen Jin and He Qingzhou were different; they were the kind who would risk their lives to keep company.

At eighteen, once impulsive, they could pierce the sky.

He Qingzhou worried that the boss might have been stimulated and could fall ill on the road—any careless, thoughtless action could trigger him, which would be troublesome.

The two searched around and finally stopped by the West Bridge River.

The river wind was piercingly cold. Pei Yan leaned against his motorcycle, his eyes dark and deep, his breath eerily quiet.

Chen Jin hesitated several times, wanting to say something but lacking the courage.

It was not until Pei Yan calmly said, "Give me a cigarette," that Chen Jin thought he had misheard. After a few slow seconds, he quickly fumbled for one in his pocket and handed it over.

Quitting smoking halfway only makes it harder to quit again.

Pei Yan lowered his gaze, his well-defined fingers pinching the cigarette. He didn’t smoke it, just kept rolling it back and forth.

The tobacco spilled from his fingertips, slowly scattering on the ground.

Despite imagining countless scenarios, He Qingzhou could never have predicted that the boss would be so calm.

Yet beneath the seemingly calm exterior, a madness was suppressed.

He Qingzhou stood beside him, sighed softly and said, "Brother Yan, if you want to vent, Chen Jin and I will keep you company in practice."

Keeping them company in practice meant taking a beating.

But that was far better than enduring in silence like now.

Pei Yan slowly lifted his eyelids, his unfathomably deep gaze fixated on the distant mountaintop lighthouse.

That speck of starlight persevered in the pitch-black night sky, faint yet tenacious.

How laughable.

Heh.

He suddenly tugged at his lips.

It had been many years since he last saw her cry. The moment the tears of Little Fairy fell, only he knew how much, how intensely, he wanted to hold her tight, to kiss her fiercely, so much that his bones ached.

But he didn’t deserve her.