When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 69 - 0: Deliberately Letting Go to Capture

Chapter 69: Chapter 069: Deliberately Letting Go to Capture

After exiting the elevator, Jiang Shuyao didn’t rush back to her own apartment but instead stood outside Room 902 with medicine in hand and reached out to someone, "Give me the keys."

Pei Yan leaned against the wall and glanced casually at the doormat outside the entrance door.

"The keys are under the doormat?"

He didn’t speak, which signified consent.

Jiang Shuyao found it odd; it’s usually forgetful grandmas who keep their keys under the doormat, and here he was, young and yet so lazy.

What if thieves broke into Yasong Residence one day? Wouldn’t that be like handing them the goods on a silver platter?

She squatted down to lift the mat and found a lone silver key lying beneath, looking particularly desolate.

Just like this guy, who had a perfectly good villa to live in but chose to move out on his own.

With her back turned, she began to unlock the door while Pei Yan leaned quietly against the wall watching her, from her hair down to her toes, every movement radiating a sense of comfort.

Back when they were younger, he simply thought the girl he grew up with was quite lovely. Later on, just one glance at her would quicken his heartbeat, evolving to the point of no return.

But he occasionally wondered why, despite having the advantage of proximity, he still managed to play his cards so poorly.

He concluded that the girl was simply not emotionally mature yet, perhaps hitting puberty later than most girls.

Otherwise, he couldn’t accept any other reason.

Just as she turned around, she met his gaze and froze for a few seconds before stammering, "Let my mom take you to the hospital later to get a tetanus shot, just in case there’s an infection."

After speaking, she shifted her gaze away and entered with the medicine.

That guy had just been staring, making her feel uncomfortable; what was he even doing?

Jiang Shuyao wisely didn’t ask him about it this time, knowing she wouldn’t get a straight answer anyway.

Just as she was about to apply the medicine, Pei Yan walked straight into the kitchen carrying a bag.

Two minutes later, he came out with a cup of brown sugar ginger tea in hand.

"Drink this first, then go back; I’ll take care of the wound myself," Pei Yan issued a dismissal.

The girl was slightly surprised.

Frowning, she retorted, "Are you hiding something else from me?"

With his temperament, he’d rather have her stay and treat him. His sudden politeness was truly out of character.

Pei Yan stood in front of the sofa, quietly staring at her with lowered eyes, "I’m worried that after you tend to it, a perfectly good pair of hands might be ruined."

"..."

His tone sounded joking, yet his face showed no hint of amusement, and Jiang Shuyao felt perplexed, giving him a slight glare.

"My mom is a doctor. I’ve known how to handle emergencies since I was very young. Don’t think I’m an idiot who believes everyone is like you."

After speaking, the girl coldly got up, walked past the solemn statue in the living room, and headed towards the door without any reluctance.

It wasn’t until a loud ’bang’ sounded from the hallway that Pei Yan moved his eyes slightly, lazily stretched out on the sofa, and fell into a mysterious contemplation.

A while later, several messages popped up one after another in the chat group.

[Chen Ergou: Brother Yan, how’s the plan going, what did Sister Yao react?]

[Kanzi: Need you ask, definitely moved beyond words.]

[Old He: Under normal circumstances, the first step should have worked.]

[...]

Actually, the strategem of using oneself as bait was concocted by He Qingzhou, and the act of letting her go earlier was part of a series of plans.

None of them had anticipated that the boss, who had detoured to the school’s computer room, would actually punch the glass with his fists.

The windows of the computer room were soundproof and thicker than regular glass, surrounded by barrenness with nothing hard to use.

Under time pressure, Pei Yan had no choice but to take off his jacket to wrap around his hand and ferociously pounded the glass over twenty times with his fist.

The injury was real and severe.

Even with the protection of the jacket, glass shards still pierced into his flesh.

Yet, all the pain seemed worth it when, upon returning, he saw her easy smile.

The chat group continued to buzz with new messages; Pei Yan lazily leaned over, picked up the phone from the coffee table, and swiped the screen with his scar-laden left hand.

Pressing the voice message button.

[Tomorrow at 6 PM at Seaside City, don’t fucking bring some sketchy people, or else if you ruin her sight, I’m coming after you.]

A few seconds of silence later, Xu Kanfeng meekly asked: [What about that brunette beauty we met last time at Qingcheng Mountain during the hot springs trip, does she count?]

Pfft, that’s absurd.