When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 17 - 0: Silent Show-off

Pei Yan looked at the girl with her belly full of reluctance and frustration and smiled, picking up his phone, which was on the side, and fiddled with it on the screen.

She had barely taken two bites of her meal when a WeChat notification came through. Jiang Shuyao slid it open and nearly choked.

Then came the second message, after reading its content, her face turned pale in an instant.

"You better not push your luck!"

Jiang Shuyao, unable to bear it any longer, hit send and then placed her phone down on the table with a clatter, prompting her mother to turn her head and ask, "What’s the matter?"

Before she could speak, Pei Yan across her finished a mouthful of crab yellow tofu flower and praised continuously, "Godmother, your cooking has improved again."

Upon hearing this, Ms. Zhu instantly perked up, "I’ve learned quite a few new dishes online lately. Yan comes over every Wednesday and Friday when I’m off duty, so I can cook for you guys."

As soon as her mother finished speaking, Jiang Shuyao immediately voiced her objection, "No."

Two pairs of eyes looked over at her simultaneously.

Pei Yan was holding his chopsticks, leaning back in his chair with a lazy posture, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking at her with a carefree attitude, showing no signs of anger or embarrassment.

The two children had been close friends since childhood, and Ms. Zhu didn’t think too deeply about it. She was about to smooth things over, but then she heard her daughter slowly explain, "After Pei Yan has dinner at Yasong Residence, it’s already very late when he gets back. That would delay his evening study time."

The girl spoke earnestly, every word and sentence considerate of him, which would easily move most people.

Unfortunately, Pei Yan knew Jiang Shuyao all too well, better even than her own mother.

The young man changed his sitting position, served himself a bowl of soup, and drank attentively, offering no opinion.

Ms. Zhu thought it over carefully and felt that her daughter made a lot of sense. Although she really wanted Pei Yan to come over often, with the college entrance exam imminent, she couldn’t delay the children’s studies no matter what.

But recalling the trust her best friend had placed in her before leaving the country made her heartache.

After her best friend divorced Old Pei, he became disheartened and plunged into work, leaving early and returning late, rarely getting the chance to see his son at home.

Pei’s Villa now resembled a castle without any signs of life, cold and empty, and besides the servants, there was no one for Yan to talk to when he got home.

Ms. Zhu had watched Pei Yan grow up, and she could see her best friend’s youthful spirit in him.

Whether out of affection for her friend’s family or to honor her best friend’s trust, she was willing to care for and look after Pei Yan as her own child.

During the silent atmosphere, Pei Yan finished his bowl of soup, and it was getting late. He slowly stood up and signaled to Ms. Zhu that he was leaving.

"Wait, godmother will drive you."

Her mother put down her utensils and went to get her car keys from the coffee table, reminding her daughter to go to bed early and leave the dishes in the sink without washing them.

Jiang Shuyao watched Ms. Zhu hustle about, while a certain someone stood rightfully at the entrance, hand casually stuffed in his pocket, backpack slung over one shoulder, meeting her gaze without avoidance, boldly tugging at the corner of his lips.

It seemed like a silent show of triumph.

Jiang Shuyao turned her head away silently, ignoring it.

...

On this end, as soon as Ms. Zhu stepped outside, she encountered an acquaintance, Aunt Wang, who lived opposite her house.

Aunt Wang’s family had moved to the suburbs not long ago, leaving Yasong Residence empty. Now, she was taking the real estate agent into the house to film VR in preparation for renting it out.

Ms. Zhu casually inquired about the current rent, and Aunt Wang gestured a number with her fingers. The agent beside her smiled and shook his head, "At this price, it might be difficult to rent out recently."

Aunt Wang was somewhat unconvinced, "My place is close to the subway, and it’s very convenient for shopping and groceries, why shouldn’t it be easy to rent."

The agent laughed helplessly, not continuing the conversation since the customer is always right. Whatever price she wanted, he would post it online.

Ms. Zhu was just asking casually, after a brief chat with Aunt Wang, she continued to lead Pei Yan toward the parking lot.

At that moment, a black sedan slowly drove up, a car from the Pei Family.

But it wasn’t Uncle Li driving, it was Chairman Pei’s personal assistant.

The sedan parked steadily in front of them, and the glare from the headlights caused Pei Yan to squint his eyes, turning his head to avoid the light, his face hidden in the darkness, revealing no emotion.

But Ms. Zhu’s vision was good; through the glass window, she caught sight of Old Pei in the back seat and turned to the young man beside her with a smile, "It’s rare, your dad actually has the time to come to pick you up himself."

She had mentioned to Old Pei in a WeChat message that Pei Yan was having dinner at Yasong Residence, thinking it was just her duty to inform him, never expecting the busy man to actually come.

Well, that saved her an extra trip.