When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 70 - 0: Tomorrow is His Birthday

It was Friday, and Zhu Yun was off duty; she returned home at six in the evening planning to cook something delicious for her two children. But when 9:30 rolled around and they still weren’t home, just as she was about to call and ask, there was suddenly some noise at the door.

Zhu Yun tilted her head from the sofa to look over, "Yaoyao, why are you so late today?"

Caught off guard by her mother’s sudden question, Jiang Shuyao felt somewhat guilty.

She calmly bent down to change her shoes and explained, "I had a disagreement with a classmate over a physics problem, so we chatted a bit more."

"What physics problem?"

At that moment, Jiang Tingsong came in from the balcony, and upon hearing his daughter mention a disagreement about a problem, he immediately showed keen interest.

Forgetting that she had a father at home who was obsessed with solving problems, Jiang Shuyao carelessly blurted out a response and dug herself into a hole.

However, she was quick to react and, after pondering for two seconds, verbally tossed a challenging magnetism problem to her father, mentioned the points of contention, expressed her own views, then threw the problem back to her father to figure out.

Zhu Yun watched the father and daughter exchanging points and, smiling, got up from the sofa intending to prepare some snacks, "Yaoyao, go to bed early tonight; tomorrow morning we’ll go to the market to buy seafood with Mom."

Normally, her mother almost never used her rest time for anything else—what was going on today?

Lost in thought, Jiang Shuyao then heard her father say, "I have a lecture tomorrow; I can’t join you for lunch, but I will bring a cake back in the evening for Pei Yan’s birthday."

A birthday?

She stared blankly as she opened the calendar on her phone, then flipped through her notes.

Tomorrow really was Pei Yan’s birthday.

Strange, why hadn’t he mentioned it? In previous years, he would shamelessly ask her for gifts a month in advance.

Jiang Shuyao racked her brain but couldn’t figure it out, feeling that something was off.

Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly said to her mother, "Mom, could you take Pei Yan to the hospital? He’s injured his hand."

"How did he get injured, and is it serious?"

Two voices spoke up at once, Jiang Shuyao caught in the middle, her ears taking a beating.

She sighed and fabricated a lie, "It’s not serious; I’m not too clear about the specifics, Mom, maybe ask him later."

Zhu Yun no longer delayed. She skipped making a late-night snack, swiftly changed her clothes in the bedroom, and then rushed out the door.

Jiang Tingsong, who had been half-solving a problem, paused when his train of thought was interrupted.

Looking at his daughter, he asked, "Did that boy get into a fight?"

Jiang Shuyao felt guilty but couldn’t let her father know her little secret, so she just calmly shook her head.

It was already late; she heated some milk in the kitchen, then took the cup to her room, struggling to concentrate and revise her school work the entire night.

Usually, in such situations, she would spend some time in the studio.

Unfortunately, the only way she could now quiet her mind was by writing, sheet after sheet.

By the time she had piled up a small mountain of paper, Jiang Shuyao was overwhelmingly drowsy.

Before sleep, she picked up her phone and scrolled through it a bit—new messages would usually pop up on top of the screen, but she still instinctively opened WeChat to check if anything had been missed.

Her chat history with Pei Yan was still at their last conversation; she stared at the chat box, hesitating as she typed out a line.

"Did you get your shot? Tomorrow is your birthday, what do you want as a birthday gift?"

He had helped her achieve her first small wish tonight and got injured because of it, yet she had forgotten his birthday, which made her feel quite ashamed.

Jiang Shuyao felt bad and decided to make amends.

But the guy didn’t reply for a long time—had his phone run out of battery?