When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 187: Just the Two of Us in the Villa
In the end, she couldn’t resist her, and she decided to return to the villa anyway, but Pei Yan’s requirement was that she had to go back with him.
Seeing her own dad bringing his girlfriend along, although it was not a formal meet-the-parents occasion, Jiang Shuyao still couldn’t help but imagine many possible scenarios that might occur.
After all, that guy has always been unpredictable in his actions, being dead serious one moment and perhaps startling people the next.
In Zhizhen villa district, the winding mountain road climbs upward, and the winter morning breeze piercing into the car makes one’s cheeks sting.
The person beside her has a red nose and teary eyes, and Pei Yan keeps a cold face while telling the driver to close the windows and slow down.
In the back seat, the young men and women, a beautiful girl and a demanding guy, one moment asking to open the window for air, the next complaining about the strong wind being too cold, and even asking why the car doesn’t have an automatic ventilation system.
It’s just a broken taxi; how much can you expect.
The driver’s internally cursing expression all falls into Jiang Shuyao’s view.
From Rong University to here, it’s nearly an hour-long ride, and Young Master Pei has never taken a taxi for such a long duration before.
Actually, she wanted to ask why, back when he was in high school, he drove his supercar everywhere so ostentatiously, but once he got to university, he became low-key instead.
But in the end, she thought better not to ask.
Maintaining the status quo was pretty good, and for all she knew, asking might just snap him back to his senses.
At the entrance to the villa district, the guard brightens up when he sees the young boss inside, standing tall and straight.
Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help recalling the cooperation project between Zhizhen and Rong University’s research institute, and she asks Pei Yan, "If the artificial intelligence management system is fully implemented, does that mean a lot of people in the villa district will lose their jobs?"
Young, yet she worries about the nation and its people.
Pei Yan, lazy-eyed, utters in a low voice from his throat, "Survival of the fittest, what can you do."
But knowing Chairman Pei’s way of doing things, it’s very likely he’ll reassign the personnel.
Zhizhen is vast, covering everything from construction to work sites, from firefighting to property management, involved in far more than just real estate development, otherwise relying on buying a few plots and selling a few houses, dreaming of becoming the richest man in Rong City is ludicrous.
The expected answer, after all, men have a combative gene deep in their bones, especially kids born into a business family, like the one beside her, are typical unemotional tycoons.
When the girl falls silent, her profile is soft and serene; the sunlight filtering through the thin mountain mist falls on her lush, curled eyelashes, making her blink ever so beautifully, it makes one’s heart skip a beat.
Just as Chen Jin had said before, Sister Yao’s looks are indescribable; one glance from a man and he’d die for her.
At that time, Chen Jin hadn’t known about his boss’s relationship with the Little Fairy, and whenever he recalled it later, when he unintentionally glimpsed the dark emotions at the bottom of Brother Yan’s eyes, he couldn’t stop shivering.
The taxi stops outside the villa, and as the servants see the Little Demon King return, they bustle around, both greeting and fetching shoes from the shoe cabinet.
Jiang Shuyao finds it amusing; what era is this, running the place like a wealthy mansion from the time of the Republic.
The only thing missing is everyone standing at attention in two lines, saying in unison, "Welcome home, Young Master."
Having not been back to the villa for a long time, Pei Yan naturally isn’t used to being served like this either.
He barely sits down after changing his shoes before he impatiently waves people away, "Leave one person to cook; the rest of you can leave."
Jiang Shuyao then realizes that it’s the weekend and Uncle Pei is not at home, could it be that there’s a social engagement?
As she ponders, someone sits down next to her, legs up in a carefree pose, looking quite pleased, "Old Pei has gone on a business trip to the Capital; it’s just the two of us in the villa, how about it, are you surprised?"
She: "..."
Surprised my ass.
Jiang Shuyao really wants to curse; this guy did it on purpose, didn’t he, setting it all up from the start.
Her intention was to have him go home to see his elders, yet she ends up caught in his trap.
With a knot in her heart, she stands up from the sofa and heads out, but Pei Yan thinks she wants to leave out of spite, and he grabs her wrist, his voice sinister, "It’s hard to get a cab here; it’s my birthday today, can you at least show some respect."
Jiang Shuyao forces a stiff smile and pries off his hand, "Can’t I take a stroll in your backyard?"
It turns out to be a misunderstanding.
Young Master Pei’s face changes as fast as a Siberian cold front hitting land, and in the blink of an eye, his eyes are full of light.
He hooks her fingertips and gently kisses them, speaking tenderly, "Princess, come back soon."
Toxic.
As Jiang Shuyao reached the entryway, a servant came in with a box that was neither too large nor too small, saying it was an overseas package for Young Master Pei.
Hearing "overseas," her subconscious immediately thought of her godmother.
After all, today was such a special day.
Seeing her curiosity, Pei Yan lazily lifted his chin, "Open it, let Yaoyao have the first look."
In the presence of the servant, her title changed from Princess to Yaoyao.
At least that guy knew how to play along.
Every time Miss Shuyao came over, the Little Demon King’s temper would improve considerably.
The servant felt relieved and skillfully opened the package, then placed it in front of the young girl.
CDs, a whole box of them.
Judging by the covers, they were almost all Western blockbusters—thriller, sci-fi, mystery, animation, you name it.
Jiang Shuyao’s eyes shone with excitement; there were many unreleased limited-edition Hollywood blockbusters.
Sending these things didn’t seem like her godmother’s style.
She turned the package over to check the sender’s name, Xu Kanfeng.
Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but laugh; no wonder.
Back in Yunzhong, she often heard boys in her class talk about movies, saying many blockbusters weren’t available domestically and had to be brought back from overseas by relatives or friends. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
It demonstrated that boys had some common interests in certain areas.
After Jiang Shuyao left, the servant brought the CDs to the coffee table in front of Pei Yan.
Not long after, an overseas video call came through, and as soon as it connected, Xu Kanfeng’s smug laughter could be heard.
"How about it, Brother Yan, did your bro send you something nice to watch?"
There was a time difference between the two locations, and the video showed only darkness.
Pei Yan stretched his legs out on the sofa edge, speaking lazily, "I’m not alone right now; what are you thinking?"
The video stuttered for two seconds.
Xu Kanfeng only heard the first part and, after pondering a moment, continued, "That’s perfect, watching together. Sometimes physical instincts are mostly triggered by visual stimuli, and you and—"
His words were cut off as the screen completely froze.
This damn, godforsaken place.
Xu Kanfeng irritably tossed his phone aside.
In the foreign night, the Young Master of the Xu family lay back on the beach in shorts and a T-shirt, listening to the waves and gazing at the densely starry sky, a sudden longing for home overtaking him.
Screw this so-called pursuit of knowledge.
He missed the old days.
...
When lunch was ready, the servant came over to ask Pei Yan when he’d like to dine.
He checked the time on his phone; it was still early.
He got up, intending to go look for the Princess, but then turned and asked, remembering something, "Do you know how to tell a story?"
The servant was confused and stalled for a moment.
"What story does Young Master want to hear?"
The Little Demon King’s moods were unpredictable, and based on past experience, it was best to go along with his train of thought.
Perhaps even Pei Donghan himself didn’t realize that every servant in their villa was quite the sage.
In the backyard, Jiang Shuyao sat under an osmanthus tree, focused on her phone, so engrossed that she didn’t notice the pair of long legs that appeared before her for a long time.
