When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 196: Very Annoyed

Zhong Yuan crushed out his cigarette and turned to walk into the bar, but as he passed by the girl, her soft and gentle voice rang out.

"I once watched my boyfriend beat another boy into shock from blood loss. Back then, he thought I’d be afraid of him, just like you."

Zhong Yuan’s steps faltered slightly, and his breathing slowed.

After a moment, she continued inside, the corners of her hidden lips curling into a faint arc in the darkness, unseen by the girl.

Inside the bar, Tang Xing was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing her return safe and sound, he heaved a sigh of relief, "Yaoyao, I was almost going crazy, why did you turn off your phone?"

Off?

Jiang Shuyao pulled out her phone and saw that it indeed was off.

"Ah, Boss Pei and Chen Jin are still looking for you. I’ll call them back quickly," Tang Xing, shivering, opened his contact list, fearing that if he was any later, Chen Ergou would be killed by his boss.

Twenty minutes earlier, following Chen Jin back, while still immersed in the panic of losing someone, a call from Boss Pei came.

The bar was too noisy for Tang Xing to hear what was said on the other end of the line, but seeing Chen Jin’s ashen face, he knew they were in trouble.

Jiang Shuyao felt a pang in her heart.

"What time is it now?"

Tang Xing pulled the phone from his ear and checked, "Eight-five."

Alright.

She felt a sense of déjà vu, as if it was the end of the world.

Before the call connected, Tang Xing stared at the bar entrance in a daze and patted her shoulder, "Yaoyao, that guy looks so familiar, he resembles your—"

As Jiang Shuyao turned her head, Tang Xing’s words got stuck in his throat.

Her gaze landed on the tall figure striding through the dance floor against the light, and she lost her focus for a moment.

Pei Yan, jacket in hand, stalked towards her with a dark expression.

Under his intimidating face, those eyes were fearfully chilling, but even more inescapable was his hair tonight.

A... buzz cut. As plain as they come!

The kind of neat and tidy cut you’d see uniformly in a military academy.

The first time Chen Jin saw it, he was so shocked that he nearly lost his soul.

Had Brother Yan gone mad?

Now his black hair was very short, completely different from the previous disheveled coolness.

Pei Yan had a wild look in his eyes and an aura of hard power that couldn’t be suppressed. With his hair cut short, his facial features seemed even more resolute, especially when containing his anger, ferocious and manly, impossible to hide among the crowd with that unmistakable masculine energy.

Tang Xing was spellbound, swallowing hard, and finally found his voice after a while, "Yaoyao, your man is truly..."

He didn’t know how to describe it.

But it was extraordinary.

At this moment, Jiang Shuyao didn’t know how to react.

She had planned to take him for a haircut after finishing up at the bar, but in the blink of an eye, the guy had gone for a buzz cut himself.

Though, indeed, he was very handsome.

Jiang Shuyao lifted the corners of her lips into a smile that was cut short as Boss Pei stopped coldly in front of her.

Meeting his somber eyes, her relaxed expression gradually turned rigid.

In the warmly heated bar, the girl was still wearing her bulky down jacket, her fluffy hood encircling her neck, looking as if she had just come in from outside.

Feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze amidst the crowd, Jiang Shuyao raised her hand and gently touched his hair, which was somewhat prickly.

Pei Yan frowned and grasped her slightly cold fingertips, asking in a gruff voice, "Did you run into any trouble?"

She knew what ’trouble’ he meant.

Trying to reassure him, Jiang Shuyao instinctively shook her head, but after hesitating for two seconds, she nodded.

The big hand tensely wrapped around her shoulder, "What do you mean by that? You’re about to drive me crazy."

The bar was deafening with music, and as she looked around, Chen Jin and Tang Xing had vanished, likely hiding far away fearing they’d become collateral damage.

Jiang Shuyao tilted her head back, her eyes shimmering with layers of excitement, "Let’s go outside to talk."

The thrill of everything she experienced in the alley just now could hardly be concealed.

So much so that after vividly recounting her experience to those around her, her little face was flushed with excitement.

Pei Yan, having listened, remained silent for a long time, his face stern, deep in thought.

She moved jauntily, completely unaware of the brewing storm.

"Zhong Yuan fighting is just the epitome of cool. Don’t let her slim figure fool you; she’s really strong. Several brawny men were no match for her, and she took them down in minutes. It was such a thrill to watch."

As Jiang Shuyao spoke, she even turned her head to joke, "If one day you and Zhong Yuan go head to head, I bet you’d have a hard time winning against her—"

Damn it.

Pei Yan couldn’t stand it any longer, abruptly picking up the chattering girl beside him, and roughly threw her over his shoulder.

He carried her, striding towards a hotel on the side of the street.

??

Jiang Shuyao’s head spun for a moment before she regained her senses.

Her face reddened in panic as she slapped the person beneath her, "What are you doing, put me down!"

He pressed down on her flailing legs, striding steadily through the hotel lobby where the receptionist, seeing him bending and smiling, absurdly ignored the girl struggling on the man’s shoulder.

Swipe the card, lock the door.

She was set down, her feet landing on the soft plush carpet, feeling hollow and powerless as if she had plunged into an unknown abyss.

"Pei Yan."

"I’m really pissed off right now," he said, pinning her against the door, his voice close to her ear, carrying a sibilant chill.

The lights were off, and the room was pitch black.

Jiang Shuyao’s heart pounded fiercely, her body stiff, unsure of what had angered him.

The stillness of the night allowed them to hear each other’s breathing.

Her face grew warm, and her eyes, damp and bewildered.

"Everyone went crazy looking for you, and you ran off to watch a fight, more excited than seeing me strip."

"Does the princess now think her boyfriend is less than a woman?"

He said, stroking her cheek, and Jiang Shuyao trembled, fearing he would repeat what happened that night at the villa...

In fact, many times, she could feel that he still couldn’t control his temper.

Like tonight, getting jealous over Zhong Yuan.

In the darkness, Jiang Shuyao pushed against him, her soft voice filled with grievance, "I didn’t go there on purpose, it was just a coincidence, and my phone was turned off, I didn’t know you all were looking for me."

"Why did you run off like that, what if you ran into trouble?"

"I wouldn’t, with Zhong Yuan there."

"If you dare bring up that name again!"

"..."

She fell silent.

Their eyes met, both cooling off after a silent moment.

Then, Pei Yan’s hand on her waist suddenly tightened, slowly lifting his bowed head.

He looked down at her, "Kiss me."

Jiang Shuyao was stunned.

She had a feeling that tonight’s issue wouldn’t be so easily dismissed.

But to soothe his volatile mood, she still blushed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tiptoed up to kiss him.

Pei Yan remained motionless, his hand moving from her waist to her back, the softness on his lips stirring his nerves.

Yet after she pulled away, he pulled her back, dissatisfied, "Are you just completing a task?"