When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 16 - 0: The Kind of Happiness That Comes from Being Cheap

Today, the air pollution index rose, and to promote green travel among citizens, those holding a Rongcheng Tianfu Pass could ride without swiping the card or inserting coins.

With transportation being free, the buses were naturally much more crowded than usual.

As a result, Jiang Shuyao could barely move further inside after boarding and was resigned to stop near the door.

This spot was prone to getting hands caught, and the driver, out of a sense of responsibility, warned this side before closing the doors; even so, someone inattentive still suffered.

"Fuck."

A swear word landed accurately in her ear, followed by a well-defined large hand appearing on the handrail beside her.

She turned her head and met someone’s irritated eyes.

"Give me back my hair tie."

Jiang Shuyao said this with a suppressed laugh, finding it delightful to see the little brat wincing in pain.

It was his own fault; he didn’t actively experience public transport, and the rare time he took a bus, he managed to get his hand caught.

The girl pursed her lips, a subtle glow twinkling in the corner of her eyes, a very inconspicuous mockery.

Pei Yan couldn’t let her have the last laugh. He leisurely pulled the hair tie from his pocket and slipped it onto his wrist that was holding the handrail, offering her a lazy smile.

Then he lifted his hand towards the girl and said lightly, "If you dare, come and take it yourself."

"..."

The black hair tie, adorned with a small white gem, contrasted starkly on the wrist of the robust boy, sparking wild imaginings.

Jiang Shuyao was no fool, aware that he had set a trap to tease her.

The hardships she had endured since childhood became her capital for a comeback.

After the bus began to move steadily, Jiang Shuyao freed one hand and fumbled in the small pocket on the side of her bag.

Then, under the boy’s silent gaze, she calmly took out a hair tie and quietly gathered her hair that had been draped over her shoulders.

Pei Yan: "..."

Damn, he actually did something so dumb.

Being dumb was one thing, but he actually felt happy about it.

The kind of happiness that comes from self-mockery.

Pei Yan knew he was sick, but he did not realize the severity of his condition.

After arriving at Yasong Residence, the two got off the bus one after another.

As Jiang Shuyao walked, she turned to ask him, "How will you get back, is Uncle Li coming to pick you up?"

The person behind her kept walking towards the entrance of the complex without stopping and lazily waved his hand, "I’ll leave after dinner."

The girl was stunned on the spot.

Seeing that she hadn’t caught up, Pei Yan looked back and urged, "Hurry up, It’s been half a year since I last ate at your place. Show some hospitality, will you?"

Imposing as a freeloader.

Jiang Shuyao stared speechlessly at someone who seemed utterly shameless, her good mood evaporating in an instant.

Today, Zhu Yun had no surgery and returned home early to prepare dinner. A colleague had given her some large crabs, and knowing that the Pei kid loved the crab roe tofu, she simply called him and invited him to join Shuyao for dinner at Yasong Residence in the evening.

Soon, the sound of keys unlocking the door came from outside.

Zhu Yun, carrying a dish, came out of the kitchen and noticed her daughter standing oddly in the hallway. Seeing no one behind her, she couldn’t help but ask, "Shuyao, didn’t Yan come with you?"

Jiang Shuyao crouched silently to change her shoes, casually pointing outside; sure enough, Pei Yan appeared at the door in the next moment.

"Godmother, what delicious food did you cook today?"

As the boy asked, he changed into the pair of large flip-flops in the shoe cabinet reserved for him, his movements even more adept than Jiang Shuyao’s.

Under his host’s silent gaze, the mother removed her oven mitts, eager to lift the lid of a celadon porcelain dish, "Godmom specially made your favorite crab roe tofu. Try it later, it should taste even better than last time."

Every time Pei Yan came over, Zhu Yun was the happiest, for the whole family disapproved of her cooking, except for this godson who always praised her dishes ceaselessly.

No matter what, having someone empty all the dishes on the table not only satisfied her vanity greatly but also motivated her to further improve her culinary skills in the future.

After changing his shoes, Pei Yan put his backpack in the storage cabinet and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then returned to the dining room. He pulled out a chair against the wall and sat down coolly, his series of actions flowing smoothly as if he were entering his own home.

After ten years, Jiang Shuyao was no longer surprised by this.

She washed her hands, went to the kitchen to help her mother serve the rice, and then, three dishes and a soup were neatly presented in front of the young master, a harmoniously blinding sight.

The little rascal was born lucky, not knowing when she too could sit there like a boss and have him serve her tea and water.