When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 171: Is it Worth It?

Room 505, entering and taking off shoes to get under the covers and onto the bed, Pei Yan performed these actions smoothly and effortlessly.

Was he really that sleepy?

Jiang Shuyao was still standing outside the bathroom, face flushed as she sized up the transparent bathtub, when long breaths began emanating from the bed.

She had good reason to suspect that someone had stayed up until 6 AM, at least for three days straight.

"Wake me up in two hours, or if you get bored, you can come up and join me," a raspy voice unexpectedly rang beside her ear, causing Jiang Shuyao to shift her gaze toward the bed and ask suspiciously, "You aren’t asleep yet?"

In fact, it had been less than five minutes since they entered.

Pei Yan slowly rolled over, facing the door, and spoke with his eyes closed, his voice nasally, "In just a moment."

"..."

His definition of "in just a moment" was surprisingly efficient.

Jiang Shuyao wanted to say something else, but the person on the bed had already gone silent.

This time she could be absolutely certain, he must have fallen asleep.

Staying in the room alone was indeed boring, but to follow that guy’s suggestion and sleep alongside him posed too great a risk, and she did not consider it for the moment.

After sitting on the couch for a while, Jiang Shuyao sent a WeChat to Tang Xing, asking if she had returned to school.

The reply she received, however, was a video clip showing she had gone to a bar.

"You went with Chen Jin and the others?"

"With him? No, I’m here alone."

Alone!

Jiang Shuyao frowned and continued typing.

"Send me the address, I’ll have Chen Jin come to find you."

A girl’s first time in a bar should not be without male company.

The sound waves from music throbbed in her ears, and people swarmed in the middle of the dance floor, yet Tang Xing sat stiffly at the back as if everyone seemed like a bad character.

Her heart was scared yet thrilled, and her mouth refused to admit defeat.

"Don’t bother, Young Master Chen is busy charming the ladies, he wouldn’t care about me, his plain Jane."

Jiang Shuyao chuckled. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The beauty Tang Xing spoke of was likely referring to Boss Wen from the tattoo shop.

Speaking of Wen Lin, maybe it was her illusion, but she seemed to have seen him somewhere.

Neither Jiang Shuyao nor Tang Xing, distracted by jealousy, paid much attention to showbiz and had not connected Boss Wen with the once-famous actor Wen Lin.

This also suddenly reminded her of another matter.

Coming out of the tattoo shop, there was a sentence from Chen Jin that Pei Yan had interrupted, the content of which particularly piqued her curiosity.

Jiang Shuyao’s calm gaze settled on the man in the bed, sparking an idea in her mind.

She was generally soft-spoken, her forcefulness only three parts strong.

But three parts were enough, as every time there was a disagreement, Tang Xing would not withstand her words for more than two minutes.

The address came quickly, and Jiang Shuyao swiftly forwarded it to Chen Jin. After getting a reply from him, she turned off her phone and tiptoed toward the large bed.

The room’s air conditioning was set at 26°C.

He hadn’t taken off his shirt and had just wrapped himself in the blanket, his chest rising and falling evenly, sleeping rather deeply.

Jiang Shuyao stood by the bed for a while, steeling herself mentally, then slowly bent down and reached out to pull back the blanket over him.

Her movements were gentle, showing utmost caution.

As his shirt gradually lifted, revealing his lean lower back and a glimpse of his ink tattoo, Jiang Shuyao’s heartbeat suddenly began to quicken.

It was as if a warm flow was about to burst forth, bringing with it faint discomfort and suffocation.

Never mind.

Jiang Shuyao timely withdrew her hand.

Sneaking peeks felt too much like theft, it was better to ask him straightforwardly.

The two hours passed swiftly.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t wake Pei Yan, letting him sleep a bit longer.

But that guy seemed to have a built-in clockwork; as soon as the time arrived, his eyes opened more punctually than an alarm clock.

In the quiet room, their eyes met.

Jiang Shuyao slightly embarrassedly shifted her gaze away and turned to switch on the bedside lamp, "Don’t stay up late too often at night, it’s bad for your health."

There was a rustling on the bed.

Pei Yan briskly threw off the covers and stood up, his voice clear again, "I know my limits."

After a silence of two seconds, Jiang Shuyao’s tone became serious, "I mean it, don’t take your health for granted just because you’re in good shape."

"Princess."

He looked up at her indifferently and said, "In this world, there’s nothing but you that can hurt me."

Ah, it was her honor.

Jiang Shuyao gave him a forced smile.

The expression just now had somewhat irked Pei Yan.

He firmly grasped the girl’s waist and pulled her onto his lap, burying his head in her neck, "I’ll try not to stay up late on Fridays anymore, I’ll spend the weekends properly with you."

Jiang Shuyao looked down at him and asked, "What have you been busy with these days?"

"The department is planning to establish a project base, which you can enter through assessment. Given the tight schedule, I can only pull several all-nighters."

Project base...

Once He Shumiao came back from the office, she had mentioned it unintentionally.

It seemed like a long-term training plan for future talents in the computer field by the school.

The idea was good, but just the assessment part wasn’t too friendly for freshmen.

Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but smile.

Now this guy was telling her he wanted to enter the base.

She wasn’t sure what to feel about it, but one thing was certain, Young Master Pei had already taken a step ahead of her in terms of ideological awareness.

"What are you thinking about." The hand on her waist tightened.

Jiang Shuyao pursed her lips, speaking softly, "After I go back, I’ll ask the class leader for a detailed list of the base’s assessment criteria, striving to catch up with your progress soon."

When the words ended, that large hand moved to her chin, Pei Yan turned her face to meet his gaze directly.

His dark eyes carried an indecipherable emotion, "Is it worth it, sacrificing so much for me?"

The air stiffened for a few seconds.

Jiang Shuyao slapped away his hand and turned her face away, remaining silent.

Some pasts could never be avoided in a lifetime.

Originally, giving up Yangjin to choose computer science at Rong University was because she couldn’t let go of the bond in her heart, so she wanted to walk the path he might take in the future together, across the ocean.

It was an irrational thought, yet the bravest decision Jiang Shuyao had ever made.

Pei Yan asked her if it was worth it.

In fact, from the moment he appeared in the school supermarket, the answer was already clear.

Jiang Shuyao silently lowered her head, her voice tinged with a thick nasal sound, "Don’t ask this question again, silly."

Both were silly.

By her ear, his breathing deepened slowly, he gently kissed her cheek, "When does the elective art class start?"

"Submit the application before National Day, and the classes will start in the middle of next month."

"It’s tough on you, Princess."

Jiang Shuyao’s ears turned red, "I want to be a warrior."

"To me, you’re only a princess."

She was his princess, yet striving to be the warrior in her own heart.

In the kingdom of dreams, once a princess dons the armor, there is no going back, only the path of braving thorns.

At eight o’clock in the evening, He Shumiao posted the announcement for the project base registration in the class group.

Unexpectedly, the message had been sent out for a full half-hour, and the group was so quiet it was suffocating.

He Shumiao held her phone, sitting at the desk in the same pose for a long time, her eyes filled with despair.

Fang Wei washed his face and walked over, comforting her as he patted her shoulder, "Think positively, everyone is just not interested."

To be precise, even if they were interested, they were powerless.