When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 108: She Will Worry About Him

The door swung shut with such force that it showcased the raging fury within its owner.

Pei Yan squinted his eyes, fixating on the opposite wall like a statue for a long while until the ring of a cellphone broke the silence.

Caller ID showed it was He Qingzhou.

"Boss, you finally picked up the phone."

Because of the earlier episode, Pei Yan lost the mood to go out and dispose of the trash, and with the same bag in hand, turned back into the house.

"I’ve been in the mountains the past few days, the signal was bad," he replied indifferently.

He Qingzhou was surprised, "You really went to Furi Mountain?"

Fog shrouds the mountain all year round, so thick that you can’t see your own hands in front of you; even the most experienced guides wouldn’t dare to venture in carelessly.

Boss has been... recklessly playing with death!

Silence lingered on the phone, and it was then that He Qingzhou remembered he had something important to mention, "Sister Yao called me at noon today, asking about your whereabouts—she might need you for something, her tone seemed quite urgent."

"Perhaps she’s a bit worried since you haven’t been home for several days."

"Boss, disappearing and not answering calls when chasing a girl is a huge taboo, you should have at least told her before you went into the mountains."

Pei Yan’s brow furrowed imperceptibly.

Would she be worried about him?

Just earlier, the girl had come home from outside, weary and dusty. Seeing him open the door, she had just stared at him without saying a word.

Pei Yan cursed himself silently and abruptly ended the call, striding out the door.

At the entrance, Xu Kanfeng had sent a pitiful photo in the WeChat group.

The poor guy had appendicitis and was on an IV drip, asking which kind-hearted group member could buy him some fruit and pay him a visit in his time of illness at the hospital.

Chen Jin: "Appendicitis and you want to eat fruit? Knock it off, if you eat any more, your intestines might have to go under the knife."

Xu Kanfeng shuddered, hurriedly discarding the banana he had taken a bite of.

Then, He Junshi’s voice came through.

"Healthy fruits and bland foods are okay to eat, they help recovery."

"..."

Xu Kanfeng silently picked up the banana from the ground.

There was no further activity in the group when suddenly, he remembered something.

"Do you guys think with Brother Yan missing for so long, we should file a missing person’s report?"

"Also, when I went to the hospital this afternoon, I unexpectedly saw Sister Yao in the emergency department. I was in too much pain to go over and ask, but is someone sick in Sister Yao’s family?

After Xu Kanfeng finished speaking, an eerie silence fell upon the WeChat group.

On the fifth knock, Pei Yan’s well-defined hand was just about to land on the door panel.

His dark eyes were locked on the phone.

His originally composed face slowly contorted into an expression of horror, visible to the naked eye.

"Jiang Shuyao, open the door!"

What began as patient and regular knocking abruptly turned into thunderous pounding, as if done with fists.

Jiang Shuyao sat on the living room sofa, covering her ears, determined to ignore him, but in a matter of seconds, the thudding from the outside became more and more fierce.

She feared her own security door would be torn down by that brute, who was capable of anything when enraged.

Unable to bear the noise any longer, and fortunately being in a two-apartment-per-floor building like Yasong Residence which would otherwise have certainly sparked disputes, she begrudgingly rose, closed her eyes in resignation, and went to open the door.

Pei Yan’s complexion was foul, his eyes scanning her up and down with a dark undercurrent in his gaze that was indecipherable.

Subconsciously, she thought he was going to burst out at her, even though she had no idea why.

Before Jiang Shuyao’s thoughts could even settle, she was abruptly pulled close by the young man reaching out for her.

He locks his eyes on her, "Yaoyao, what were you doing at the hospital today? Are you feeling unwell?"

The girl stares at him, somewhat taken aback.

Pei Yan touches her cheek with the pad of his finger, his voice husky, "Are you sick? Tell me!"

Jiang Shuyao is unclear how he knew she had been to the hospital.

But remembering the harrowing hours from noon, that unbearable cramping pain assails her heart again.

She lowers her gaze, whispering softly, "I couldn’t contact you for four days straight, the news reported there was a car accident on Jiannan Avenue, with the owner driving a silver-gray sports car, I thought—"

Her feeble voice is suddenly enveloped by the warmth of the embrace in front of her.

"I, I haven’t finished yet."

What she really wanted was to scold this bastard.

Pei Yan kisses the top of the girl’s head with his lips pressed firmly, his eyes closed, "No need to say more, just now I was a beast, I’m sorry."

This is the first time he apologizes like this.

Jiang Shuyao hears it and feels an unusual trembling within.

He holds her tightly, swallowing several times, yet he takes a long time to speak.

Jiang Shuyao tilts her head up slightly from his chest, her face flushed, "It’s good that you’re okay, but from now on, wherever you go, try to keep your phone available, otherwise we’ll worry."

A correction comes from above her head.

"Take out the ’we.’ The only one who will worry is you, no one else."

The air is quiet for a while, and the motion sensor light outside turns off.

She coughs softly, unsure how to continue the conversation.

Admittedly, at the moment she saw the news at noon today, her mind was filled with thoughts of Pei Yan.

Especially during the taxi ride to the accident scene, for nearly half an hour, she had been thinking about the scenes from her past with that young man.

He often annoyed her, teased her, but most of the time, the look in his eyes when he watched her was one of profound indulgence and care.

Jiang Shuyao had deliberately ignored Pei Yan’s feelings for her, even avoiding them at times.

But on the day of the basketball championship, when she witnessed him losing his reason for her, she thought she would be scared, but she wasn’t.

The moment she wrapped her arms around him from behind and called him Brother Yan, her heart was filled with indescribable apologies and heartache.

Where Pei Yan had been these past four days, Jiang Shuyao didn’t ask.

His daily activities were not something ordinary people could compare to; even if she knew, it wouldn’t help.

A person used to running wild from a young age can’t stay still without feeling itchy.

She never expects him to stay home and read or do homework diligently, even if he worked out on a treadmill for half an hour, it would be better than him riding a motorcycle around recklessly.

Coincidentally, neither of them had eaten lunch.

Jiang Shuyao suddenly wants to try something different, like the crayfish she saw on a live stream once, with the host’s hands greasy and looking spicy, making her drool in the middle of the night.

When her parents are home, she never gets the chance to touch those things, so she is very curious about how delicious spicy crayfish must be, and why so many people like it.

Since it’s her request, of course, Pei Yan would satisfy it.

He quickly orders some take-out on his phone, with a note: mildly spicy.

Growing up in Rong City, there aren’t many who can’t handle spicy food.

Jiang Shuyao has never eaten something so delicious; she feels like she’s wasted the last ten-plus years of her life.

Watching her eat with relish, her little face turning red from the spice, Pei Yan removes his gloves to fetch a cup of warm water from the kitchen.

"Throw the rest away after you finish, don’t give yourself a problem by eating something too spicy."

Hearing him say to throw it away, Jiang Shuyao’s eyes widen in disbelief.

"How can you waste something you’ve spent money on? Eat, we have to finish it!"

"..." Pei Yan is helpless.

But still, he affectionately pats her head, "I’m doing this for your own good."