When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 80 - 0: Really Don’t Feel Anything for Me?

Chapter 80: Chapter 080: Really Don’t Feel Anything for Me?

Tang Xing laughed for a long time after that incident, when she asked Jiang Shuyao why she would demolish the entire building.

Jiang Shuyao replied, "Whatever I do, I’m used to taking it to the extreme. That’s my attitude and principle."

After hearing this, Tang Xing’s eyes sparkled, and she exclaimed how cool Yaoyao was.

She completely missed the slyness deliberately shown on Jiang Shuyao’s face when she spoke—no normal person would describe selfish actions as principles and attitudes.

Yet, Tang, the little fangirl, believed it, and even took pride in it.

By the time they arrived at Yasong Residence, the rain had already stopped, and watching the black sedan slowly drive away, Jiang Shuyao thought about what Uncle Li had said before leaving. He mentioned that the chairman could return in a couple of days to celebrate the young master’s belated birthday.

Pei Yan got out of the car without saying a word, his expression unchanging throughout.

As they walked, the figure in front suddenly turned around. Jiang Shuyao stopped dead in her tracks, still ending up bumping into his chest.

She had only just lifted her head when the cup of milk tea in her hand, still one-third full, was snatched away by him.

He didn’t even glance at it and directly threw the milk tea and the coat over his shoulder into the trash can.

Jiang Shuyao was a mess in the wind.

What was he thinking now?

"Cold drinks are not drinkable," Pei Yan said roughly as he rubbed her head a couple of times, his movements somewhat rough.

Jiang Shuyao felt deflated. Who was really on their period here, her or him?

Yet she was puzzled, "Then why did you throw away the clothes?"

"They got dirty."

He said casually, striding towards the inside of the complex.

Jiang Shuyao was stunned, "You don’t have OCD, do you? Just because someone touched the edge of the clothes, you have to throw them away. Young Master, you’re being too extravagant."

Pei Yan paused in his steps and then turned around.

Damn, he always thought she hadn’t seen that.

So, even if other women touched him, she could still rightfully criticize him for being wasteful.

The young man stood backlit, the streetlight hitting his head, casting his entire figure in a silhouette.

From that dark shadow, only his oppressive eyes firmly locked onto her, like the calm before a storm, making it hard for her to breathe.

Jiang Shuyao couldn’t fathom this jerk’s thoughts. His mood swings were normal, and it was always those close to him who got caught up.

She pursed her lips, said nothing, dropped her gaze, and turned to walk away. The next moment, Jiang Shuyao felt a tightness around her waist. The young man leaned in and pulled her into his embrace.

Pei Yan was only wearing a thin shirt. On this cold night, his body felt as hot as fire.

His hand, strong and domineering at the back of her head, caused Jiang Shuyao to come back to her senses and hurriedly place her hands against his chest, pushing him away with a flushed face.

"Jerk, are you insane!"

Her effort was like tickling to him; Pei Yan didn’t move at all as she hit and scolded him, standing solid as iron.

Jiang Shuyao tried to push him away. No matter how much she struggled, it was futile.

It suddenly reminded her of the last time on the basketball court when he had trapped her against the fence.

This was the second time tonight, and it was even more aggressive.

She was almost driven to tears, her eyes turning red as she stared at him, "Let go of me!"

Sometimes Pei Yan felt he was depraved, annoyed by a girl’s indifferent attitude toward things concerning him.

Since she didn’t care, he would force her to care.

He looked down at her. "So you really feel nothing towards me?"

As Jiang Shuyao was about to speak, her voice rising in anger,

He laughed softly again, "You better think carefully before you answer. I’ve had some drinks tonight, I might do anything."

"..." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He knew what she feared most.

He could easily manipulate her Achilles’ heel.

Using He Qingzhou’s words, such behavior was akin to courting death.

But Pei Yan was no ordinary person. In his dictionary, there were no words for loss, only possession and indifference.

The night grew heavier, and the girl was pushed to the verge of collapse.

Her jaw clenched tight, she dared not speak to provoke him, nor was she willing to just submit.

Just then, the melodious ringtone of a phone broke the silence.

No need to check.

Precisely at nine o’clock, it was undeniably Ms. Zhu.

He took a deep breath and let her go. Jiang Shuyao instinctively slapped him, but he didn’t dodge, and the slap landed solidly on his face.

The phone continued to ring.

He didn’t even turn his head, a smile playing on his lips, not feeling any pain.

"This slap, consider it my birthday present." He was still smiling, "Did your hand hurt? Would you like your brother to blow on it?"

The night wind was piercingly cold, yet Jiang Shuyao felt no chill whatsoever.

Hitting him brought her no pleasure.

Her palm warmed slightly, making her feel somewhat ashamed.

Jiang Shuyao, her face red, turned away and said, "My mom’s calling. You better answer it, otherwise she’ll worry."