When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 165: Why the Tears?

There were few girls in the class, and when asked if they preferred drinks or wine, He Shumiao could hardly wait to take the lead in ordering a bottle of red.

Jiang Shuyao had rarely even drunk beer before, let alone red wine that packed a punch.

But her roommate quietly told her that drinking a moderate amount of red wine could beautify and nourish the skin.

Fang Wei overheard this and blurted out, "Beauty and skincare are secondary, the important thing is that the price tag on the bottle you’re holding is 2528."

Uh.

He Shumiao’s smile collapsed.

It seemed rather inappropriate for her to be so extravagant during the class’s first dinner together, especially when everyone was splitting the cost.

And if no one dared to drink after opening the bottle, who would be left feeling awkward?

He Shumiao looked around the private room seriously, mentally searching for anyone who might be a wealthy second-generation rich kid, feeling that it would seem very... shameless to put the bottle back after taking it out.

"Yaoyao."

"Uh?" Jiang Shuyao looked at her roommate, noticing her gaze was firmly fixed on someone in the corner.

The focus of attention was none other than Pei Yan.

The next moment, He Shumiao muttered softly, "Your boyfriend’s sneakers seem to be quite expensive."

Jiang Shuyao followed her gaze and the first thing she saw was the cigarette in Pei Yan’s hand.

Since entering the private room, he was already on his fourth.

While everyone else was having a blast playing cards, he monopolized the smoking area, chain-smoking as if he wanted to ascend to the clouds.

Jiang Shuyao calmly turned away her eyes; out of sight, out of mind.

"Yaoyao, are they expensive or not?"

She didn’t know why her roommate was suddenly interested in Pei Yan’s shoes.

Young Master Pei had always been coddled in luxury since childhood, so naturally, his living standards were somewhat higher than the average family, but as to how expensive his shoes were specifically, that was a mystery.

Seeing Jiang Shuyao shaking her head, He Shumiao instantly deflated.

Fang Wei listened quietly by the side without interjecting.

Her cousin loved to collect sneakers, and during a visit to his house, she saw a pair of KINJ limited edition sneakers on display which left her paralyzed in shock once she saw the price tag.

Her aunt and uncle were wealthy and spoiled her cousin rotten, so Fang Wei’s parents could only sigh in disapproval.

Fang Wei remembered this for a long time and often heard her parents say, "No matter how much wealth there is, it can’t stand such wastefulness. Just you wait and see."

Tonight, she saw the original model once again.

Had she not seen it with her own eyes before, who could imagine an ordinary pair of sneakers fetching such a price?

Limited to fifty pairs worldwide, Fang Wei had now seen two.

The difference was, one pair was on a display shelf, and the other was on someone’s feet.

He Shumiao was in a dilemma over the red wine, and Jiang Shuyao sympathetically patted her shoulder, "Listen, put it back."

"..."

The child finally struggled, "Yaoyao, don’t you want to drink?"

"Have a little. You’ve got a boyfriend to take you back if you get drunk, so what’s there to be afraid of?"

Jiang Shuyao had a low alcohol tolerance and rarely drank. She was genuinely afraid that she might get drunk with just a sip.

Yet, there seemed to be a realization dawning on her due to her roommate’s words.

The whole evening, that bastard didn’t even glance at her once, not only that, except for her roommates, almost no one in the class currently knew of her relationship with him.

Well, even if it was just with an ex.

Shouldn’t the avoidance of each other extend to not even speaking?

Jiang Shuyao felt a sense of frustration in her heart and looked down quietly, "Okay, I’ll drink with you, however much you want."

When powerless, people are always willing to try stimuli they’ve never experienced before.

It was proven that red wine indeed goes to your head.

After two glasses, Jiang Shuyao felt her nerves tingling with excitement.

Picking up the third glass, that sinister gaze from the corner was already pressing over through the air.

What are you looking at, never seen someone drink before?

In the center of the large round table, the bubbling broth sent up steaming white mist, concealing the girl’s clear eyes. Through the haze, they exchanged glances, revealing only her rarely seen delicate and tender charms.

Pei Yan’s dark pupils were locked tight. The girl glanced at him casually, receiving the warning in his eyes, then turned her head away pretending to see nothing.

The smoke in his fingers was almost deforming.

When Jiang Shuyao was about to gulp down the fourth glass, her wrist was seized firmly.

She lifted her head in a daze, her chubby cheeks curling into shallow dimples as she flashed the person before her a smile.

The situation had caught many people’s attention, and the private room suddenly fell silent.

A boy rose from his seat, ready to step forward and intervene. Still, a glance from Pei Yan’s indifferent eyes passed over, and the boy’s steps halted, petrified on the spot.

The owner of those eyes had said nothing.

The boy mocked himself: capable of push-ups, big deal, damn it.

Not until Pei Yan carried the girl out of the private room, walking step by step, did everyone belatedly become agitated.

Sensing the rapidly intensifying emotions of the crowd, He Shumiao hurriedly explained, "Ah, it’s okay, it’s okay, they’re a couple."

With that sentence, everyone’s senses were blown away.

The boy standing in the middle of the corridor turned back, stunned, "You can’t joke about that."

He Shumiao blinked innocently: "Yaoyao and Pei Yan have been together since high school, they’re both adults, what’s there not to talk about?"

After a deathly silence.

All the men present, wiped out.

The streets of late summer, ordinarily noisy and bustling, were now enveloped in complete silence around them.

He pressed her head against his chest, not letting her see the darkness around.

The girl nestled quietly in his arms, her breath tinged with the aroma of red wine, lingering in the confined air, deep and enticing.

He held her and walked on, not speaking a word.

Jiang Shuyao faintly felt that he simply wanted to take her back to the dormitory, leave her there, and continue not to care.

For an entire half month, she didn’t even have his new mobile number or WeChat.

Once classes officially started, besides seeing him in class every day, where else could she find him?

An unspeakable bitterness oppressed her until she felt suffocated and in discomfort.

The girl’s eyelashes trembled lightly, her moist eyes slowly brimming with tears.

"Why are you crying," Pei Yan’s footsteps continued, his voice husky as it fell from above her head.

Jiang Shuyao tilted her head to look at him, her little face flushed from the alcohol, "You ignore me. You let other girls add you on WeChat, the good-looking ones you add, the not good-looking ones you don’t. I saw it all."

"Then I am truly despicable."

She nodded her head, her voice nasal and soft like water, "You didn’t answer my question that night."

"What question."

"I suggested breaking up, do you agree or not?"

At the end of the alley, the dim light from the streetlamp cast upon Pei Yan’s lean back. His steps stalled, and he slowly lowered his gaze to look at her.

The air became noticeably more oppressive than before.

The prolonged silence above her head made Jiang Shuyao uncertain if she was in a dream or reality.

Gradually, Pei Yan carried her forward again, still with no intention of giving her an answer.

Eventually, her eyes blurred with tears, and bolstered by the alcohol, she couldn’t help but sob out loud.

Jiang Shuyao grasped Pei Yan’s shirt, burying her little face into his chest.

As if to release all the pent-up emotions in her heart at once, her tears flooded, crying breathlessly.