When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 71 - 0: Hanging Up Coldly

On the other side, Zhu Yun was driving Pei Yan home.

In the dappled light and shadow, the young man leaned lazily against the passenger seat, with one arm casually draped over the window. His black eyes were quietly fixated on the cell phone in his hand, as if waiting for something.

As the clock neared eleven, a WeChat message popped up on the screen.

At the same time, the voice of Zhu Yun from the driver’s seat came through with advice, "Yan, remember you can’t get your hand wet for the next few days, no heavy lifting, avoid spicy and greasy foods, just hang in there until the new skin grows."

Pei Yan glanced indifferently at the content of the WeChat message, a slight arc forming on his lips, "Mhm, I’ll remember, godmother."

"Tomorrow early in the morning, Yaoyao and I will go buy groceries first; you can come over for breakfast after you wake up. I’ll leave you a key later."

"Okay."

"Old Pei has a business trip to California tomorrow; you know that, right?"

"I know."

The excessively calm tone of the person next to her prompted Zhu Yun to glance over.

Seeing the young man engrossed in his phone, she couldn’t help but laugh, "I thought you’d be upset since Old Pei can’t celebrate your birthday with you."

Pei Yan’s eyes, fixed on the screen, shifted slightly as he forced a carefree smile,

"Money can bring a man security, and I, his own son, can only bring him bad news and scares; if I were him, I too would prioritize business over my son."

Zhu Yun was immediately taken aback upon hearing this.

The kid was so young, yet he thought about things in such an extreme way.

She sighed, "Don’t hold a grudge against your dad; it hasn’t been easy for him either."

Especially after Lin Zhen left, Old Pei, once a carefree and sociable man, seemed to change overnight.

Nowadays, Chairman Pei was no longer the amiable and elegant businessman who would greet everyone with a smile. In his dealings, he was decisive and acted with lightning speed, especially in the cutthroat world of business.

Since Zhizhen went public, in just three short years, it had become the number one enterprise in the province. The effort and hard work behind this were not something the average person could understand.

That generation of parents often thought alike.

Even social work professionals like Zhu Yun and Jiang Tingsong were no exception.

After listening, Pei Yan chuckled without agreement and said nothing.

After turning at the crossroads ahead, the gates of Yasong Residence were already in sight. He turned off his cell phone, stretched his legs lazily, and said to his godmother, "Tomorrow night, I’ve asked a few friends to get together. I’d like Yaoyao to come too, but she’ll probably refuse."

Zhu Yun understood her own daughter; she avoided socializing whenever possible and attended only grudgingly when she couldn’t.

It was indeed heartbreaking that the child had to spend her birthday without her family around.

It’s always better to spend it with friends than to be alone.

After thinking it over, Zhu Yun said, "Don’t worry, Yaoyao will agree. She’s just been introverted since she was young and not good at dealing with strangers. Take good care of her at the party; it shouldn’t be a big problem."

"Mhm," Pei Yan listened quietly, his face revealing a gentle smile.

In a daze, Jiang Shuyao vaguely felt her phone vibrate under the pillow.

She picked it up and saw it was a WeChat message from Tang Xing.

[Yaoyao, are you asleep? I’ve got to tell you something really, really outrageous.]

Jiang Shuyao rested the back of her hand on her eyes, pondered for a few seconds, and then replied.

[What’s up?]

Tang Xing said, [That bastard Chen Jin somehow got my phone number, and he actually disturbed my beauty sleep with a series of calls just now, inviting me to Boss Pei’s birthday party tomorrow night.]

[I mean, if Boss Pei is having a birthday party, even if he wants to invite me, he should communicate it through you. I’m not familiar with that bastard; why is he meddling?]

Listening to her deskmate repeatedly call someone a bastard made Jiang Shuyao both cry and laugh.

That girl could hold a grudge; after what happened last time, Chen Jin’s image as a scumbag must have been solidified in her heart.

The two chatted into the early morning when Tang Xing, exhausted, wished her good night and fell silent.

Once the cell phone quieted down, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t fall asleep, tossing and turning.

She stared at the pitch-black ceiling, full of gloom.

Pei Yan, that bastard’s birthday, and even Tang Xing was invited, yet she, living just across the door, was coldly left out.

She had sent him a WeChat message, which he didn’t reply to. Even if his phone was dead, he should have checked by now since his mother was back home late at night.

It was... just weird.