When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 109: I Want to Spend Time Alone with You

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: I Want to Spend Time Alone with You

Jiang Shuyao was born into a well-off family, and was carefully raised with a predominantly light and nutritious diet, seldom coming into contact with greasy take-out food.

So Pei Yan’s worries were not without reason.

A flower in a greenhouse couldn’t withstand devastation.

Midway through the meal, Jiang Shuyao had eaten so much she couldn’t take anymore, while the guy next to her was acting strange tonight, having eaten only a few pieces before lying down on the sofa to play games. This left her facing a large half-bowl of delicious food, feeling immense pressure.

It was only seven-thirty now, so she quickly cleaned up the shrimp shells on the table, took off her gloves, and started pacing around the living room.

She usually ate less at night, at most seventy percent full.

But tonight she was definitely at a hundred percent.

The girl’s pacing form eventually attracted Pei Yan, who was engrossed in his game, to look up.

He frowned and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Jiang Shuyao said bluntly, "Ate too much, need to digest."

Ha.

Pei Yan turned off his phone and got up from the sofa with a look of anticipation, and walked over to her.

"The house is too small to move around, come on, let Brother Yan take you to play some basketball."

The mention of "Brother Yan" successfully stopped the girl in her tracks.

She bit her lip and casually asked, "What kind of ball do you think I play?"

If this guy was planning to take her to a basketball court, she’d be impressed.

Given that it was still early, and considering that Jiang Shuyao really felt overstuffed.

It was the first time she followed Pei Yan out without any hesitation.

Of course, calling it messing around was not quite appropriate.

They got out of the car opposite a hotel, and Jiang Shuyao pointed at the building saying, "That’s owned by your family, right?"

Pei Yan glanced lightly and did not respond.

North Third Ring’s only five-star resort hotel that could rival the Bulgari, luxurious beyond imagination—she remembered it seemed to open three years ago.

She wondered how it was doing now.

Initially, when Uncle Pei had planned this, Old Jiang was quite skeptical, thinking that with Rong City’s current economic consumption level, the hotel would mostly operate at a loss.

Unexpectedly, just half a month after the hotel opened, the 10th National Sports Meeting was announced to be held in Rong City.

One of the venues was built near the Zijing Square on North Third Ring, just two kilometers from the hotel.

The influx of guests brought by the National Games was self-explanatory; she only remembered Old Jiang watching the news, drinking tea, and laughing, "What a sly old fox."

Ms. Zhu, passing by and hearing this, threw Old Jiang a mocking glance.

Old Pei had been in real estate for so many years, and now that he’s opened a hotel, do you really think you know better than him?

Haha.

Curious, Jiang Shuyao turned her head and asked Pei Yan, "Did your dad tell you whether this hotel is making money?"

The question was extremely straightforward, and the girl’s eyes shone brightly as if discussing a complex physics problem with him.

Pei Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth and chortled.

"I don’t even know where the Zhi Zhen Building is, do you think my dad, who’s stuffed with food, would tell me that?"

"..."

Alright then.

This guy had once again overturned her understanding of him.

Even if one were indifferent toward the family business, not knowing the company’s address was too much.

That said, he probably knew nothing about this hotel as well.

Jiang Shuyao felt that he had completely killed the topic.

Turning past the archway of the left side lounge area, the view broadened as they walked further in.

They had just reached the entrance of the club when a manager greeted them.

"Mr. Pei, your usual spot is already reserved, please come this way."

This scene reminded her of the night Pei Yan went to Seaside City for his birthday.

It seemed that anywhere reachable in Rong City was his domain.

He was indeed incredibly wealthy.

"Uncle Pei gives him way too much pocket money each month," muttered Jiang Shuyao disdainfully as she followed Pei Yan into the elevator, watching the numbers climb until they finally stopped on the sixth floor.

Only after entering did she realize that this place had almost everything one could imagine.

Tennis was just one of the options, and the dazzling array of entertainment facilities were so numerous, she had never even heard of many of them; it was almost more than she could take in.

Jiang Shuyao suspected that this person beside her had brought her here just to show her the world.

Such a young age and up to no good.

Just showing off his wealth.

In an instant, her disdain for someone raised another level.

Her inner thoughts were overly rich, unaware that Pei Yan had been lazily leaning against the net post, watching her for a long time.

As if he knew what she was thinking.

Pei Yan changed his stance and continued observing her, "A friend of mine owns this, free for tonight."

Free, huh.

Not bad at all.

Jiang Shuyao nodded in agreement.

But then she looked suspicious. "How old is your friend, if you’re still in school and he’s already opened a place?"

She thought Pei Yan’s circle was really something.

She had thought Chen Jin and his friends were odd enough.

But there were even more incredible ones.

Pei Yan couldn’t be bothered to answer her and handed her a tennis racket instead, "I’ll call a couple of attendants in, and later, I’ll teach you."

Tennis was indeed more fun played in pairs.

However, it took only ten rounds before Jiang Shuyao grasped the basics, and Pei Yan waved the attendants away.

She stared at him, confused.

"What are you looking at? Can’t I want some time alone with you?"

Someone was taking shamelessness to new heights.

Fine, how could it not be fine?

Jiang Shuyao gave a face-saving smile, then raised her racket and haphazardly hit the ball over.

The tennis ball landed right in the middle, touched the net, quickly dropped, bounced several times, and finally stopped at the outer boundary.

The girl lifted her head defiantly, "What are you looking at? Go fetch."

Pei Yan: "..."

All night, someone paid a painful price for his earlier desire for some alone time.

From then on, he wouldn’t be called Pei Yan.

Instead, he would be known as Ball Fetcher.

He felt the girl was extraordinarily excited tonight; even from a distance of ten meters across the court, he could see her flushed little face.

Indeed, Jiang Shuyao got more and more into the game. She wouldn’t play properly, always employing some sneaky tactic, either hitting the ball out or just catching the net.

Pei Yan, however, was very patient, indulging her whims. After all, with his long legs, it wasn’t much trouble to pick up a ball.

But after a while, Jiang Shuyao started feeling off.

Her whole body was terribly itchy, and even though she was only wearing a sweater, she felt overheating as if she had overexercised.

Seeing that something was wrong, Pei Yan ran over from the other side.

The girl’s arm, with its sleeve rolled up, was covered in dense patches of red rash, and her cheeks were burning hot like boiling water.

Without hesitation, Pei Yan pressed the button to call the front desk through the internal line, "Prepare a car, quickly."

Jiang Shuyao felt light-headed, and she was swept off her feet by his strong arms as he made his way downstairs.

"Pei Yan, I’m feeling really bad."

She hardly ever showed weakness in front of others, but at this moment, she desperately wanted this scoundrel to pamper her.

The elevator slowly descended.

The light above was a warm tone, and as Pei Yan looked down at her with his deep, ocean-like dark eyes, it seemed as though he could embrace everything about her.