When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 82 - 0: Her Fortune and Misfortune

Jiang Shuyao had never thought about interfering with that bastard, because in her eyes, no one in this world could handle him except her godmother.

Facing his intense affection, she had countless reasons to refuse.

But she dared not to say them lightly.

What Pei Yan didn’t know was that Jiang Shuyao had accidentally seen his medical report a long time ago.

Severe irritability disorder.

Unpredictable moods, difficult to control his emotions.

Especially when stimulated by external factors, if no one was around to intervene, the patient was very likely to commit acts beyond ethical or even legal boundaries.

She couldn’t predict what Pei Yan would be like when an episode occurred, just like the night she threw "Xici" at him.

In fact, she hadn’t run back to Yasong Residence, but stood behind a plane tree.

She watched him revving up the motorcycle and driving away, trembling uncontrollably in her heart.

At that moment, Jiang Shuyao was thinking, if something really happened to Pei Yan tonight, what should she do.

She felt extremely uneasy until Chen Jin and He Qingzhou followed closely after, and only then did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.

In the thick of the night, the girl sank into silence.

Pei Yan tilted his head to look at her carefully, trying to discern something from her face.

Sensing his observation, Jiang Shuyao turned her head away, "Wasn’t there something you wanted to show me? Let’s go, it’s already very late." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The girl’s delicate silhouette was elongated by the streetlight, while Pei Yan stood still with a soft chuckle, then followed her with long strides, his shadow fitting tightly with hers.

After entering the door, Jiang Shuyao sat on the couch and Pei Yan brought out "Xici" again.

Handing it to her, he said, "If you insist on not taking it, I will burn it tonight, as a pre-death offering for that old man Zong Nan."

Jiang Shuyao was nearly furious.

Sometimes the crap that guy spouted was absolutely rotten to the core.

Mr. Zong, revered by millions, had already been trampled upon countless times by his words.

Under his coercion and bribery, Jiang Shuyao had no choice but to re-accept the collectible masterpiece.

After all these days, the rolled-up mural was still perfectly preserved.

Unstained by dust, without a single scratch.

Jiang Shuyao composed her emotions and looked up at him seriously, "Thank you, Pei Yan, happy birthday."

This was the first time she wished him a happy birthday that evening.

And it was the most tender and delightful blessing Pei Yan had ever heard.

He stood in front of the couch, his posture lazy, his tall body almost blocking the light above her head.

Pei Yan lowered his eyes to the girl, meeting her clear, focused gaze, his handsome face breaking into a bright, unburdened smile.

He wasn’t the kind of guy who easily made girls’ hearts flutter with polished charm.

In Tang Xing’s words, his temperament and looks were perfect for playing a gang boss in a cop-and-robber movie, tough enough to survive until the last episode.

That chick had a lively imagination, but what she said was also true.

Pei Yan was naturally imbued with a rebellious air, with a demeanor that exuded an arrogant and fierce aura. One glance and you’d know he was trouble.

But it was this very person who, in their senior year of high school, burst into her plain and monotonous youth with a strong stance.

He forced out all of her tears, anger, joy, and all the temper hidden deep inside her heart, letting it all vent out cleanly.

He was her misfortune.

At the same time, he was her fortune.

His obsessive possessiveness made her uneasy all day long.

But Jiang Shuyao knew that every crazy thing this boy did was for her.

The feeling was complicated, and slowly, her initial state of mind changed. She couldn’t bear to contradict or rebuke him any longer.