When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 55 - 0: Spoken in Anger, But No Regrets

Jiang Shuyao was lost in thought the whole way, passing through rows of protective netting along the edge of the sports field. Leaves fell from above, hitting her without pain or itchiness, until the sound of footsteps approached from behind, snapping her back to reality.

Her mind froze for a split second, and then she was forcefully pulled aside.

The yogurt in her hand dropped to the ground with a "thud."

He was panting, sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes, dark as deep wells, seemed ready to swallow her whole.

Jiang Shuyao, whose emotions had just settled, felt waves of anger surge again as she glared at Pei Yan. "Are you crazy!"

The wind, carrying his scent, intruded arrogantly into her lungs. His hand pressed against the protective netting behind her, trapping her in a confined space, his dominant posture blocking all her escape routes.

Even though there were no people around, this was still a school, with surveillance cameras everywhere. Did this bastard even know what he was doing?

Jiang Shuyao, furious, kicked at him several times, to no avail, and turned her head away with reddened corners of her eyes, refusing to look at him.

His large palm moved to her chin, forcing her to tilt her head up and look directly at him.

The person in front of her lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you still want the painting? If not, I’ll throw it into a filthy ditch."

Jiang Shuyao stopped struggling, a surge of anger rising within her.

"Can you have a little respect for Mr. Zong Nan?"

Pei Yan seemed to hear a joke, looking down at her with a snort. "Tell me, what is respect? Is it throwing the painting on someone, or puncturing their heart with every word?"

Ha, his self-respect was trampled into shreds beneath her feet last night, and now, she expected him to respect an old geezer he had never even met?

What a joke.

In a battle of words, Jiang Shuyao found it hard to gain the upper hand.

She didn’t want to waste words with him. Seeing that class was about to start, she put all her strength into trying to pry his arm away.

The teenager’s arm, adorned with a black wrist guard, was firm and immovable as it stayed rigidly at his side. The girl struggled in vain for a while before suddenly going quiet.

Pei Yan, amused by the lack of movement from her, turned his head to look at her with a playful smile on his lips. "Want to leave?"

Jiang Shuyao lifted her head and glared at him.

He was still smiling. "Coax me or beg me – choose one."

"..."

The young man was as steadfast as steel, especially in certain matters, frustratingly so.

She didn’t understand. How had things escalated to this point with someone she had only had an argument with last night?

"I’m asking you, please, I have to go to class. Let go of my hand."

Jiang Shuyao didn’t hesitate and chose the latter option, then angrily tried to push his arm away, still unable to move it.

She was nearly out of breath with frustration!

She wanted to phone Los Angeles right away and have her godmother fly back to scold this lunatic.

Pei Yan quietly watched as she punched and kicked, and after enjoying the spectacle, he finally grasped her hands, not allowing her to move. "Yaoyao."

She looked up, her cheeks flushed in a particularly adorable fashion.

Like a little lamb in a rage, exhausted to the point of collapse, but still unable to escape the sharp claws of a wolf.

Pei Yan asked her, "What you said last night, was it said in anger, or did it come from the heart?"

The girl remained silent, not answering.

He continued to press, promising a reward. "Answer this question, and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, we’ll just keep wasting time here."

Jiang Shuyao frowned. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to answer, but rather, it felt like talking to him was pointless.

As time ticked by, the moment the bell for class rang, she slowly lifted her gaze.

Looking at Pei Yan earnestly, she said, "It was said in anger, but I don’t regret saying it."

If she could do it all over again, she’d be even harsher, to wake this guy up and let him know what maturity and reason meant.

Of all the kinds of love in the world, none is worth one ten-thousandth of a life.

From a value perspective, she and he were not in the same world. How could two such different people ever like each other?

Moreover, since childhood, she had only ever seen him as a friend, or at most, a brother figure.

As for romantic feelings, she had never even considered them.