When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 235: The Reason for Disliking Zhong Yuan
Jiang Shuyao’s scalp tingled. She vaguely felt that this meal would not be peaceful.
A few minutes later, the rolling seaweed buds were fully cooked and ready to be taken out of the pot.
Chen Jin was rubbing his hands, about to start eating, when suddenly two arms appeared out of nowhere, almost simultaneously picking up the seaweed buds from the pot and placing them into Sister Yao’s bowl.
The steam from the boiling hotpot blurred Jiang Shuyao’s vision.
Her eyes remained unmoved as she pointed in a random direction, "You guys go ahead and eat, I’m going to the restroom."
Without waiting for the others to respond, she fled from the chaotic scene.
The air turned still for two seconds.
Pei Yan coldly put down his chopsticks and took a sip of the tea beside him, his plain gaze landing on Zhong Yuan opposite him, concealing an invisible chill.
But Zhong Yuan did not look at him.
His gaze lowered as he fiddled with the peanuts on his plate, his expression indifferent, ignoring the icy daggers thrown his way.
Even the dullest person could tell something was off with this setup.
It was strange. As far as he remembered, the two had hardly interacted. Why were they acting like sworn enemies upon meeting?
Chen Jin was bewildered. In an attempt to lighten the mood, he quickly picked up his glass with a cheery smile, "Come on, everyone, let’s drink to the successful release of our band’s single and its skyrocketing fame. I’ll drink first."
The icy cold draft beer was chugged down in one go, refreshingly satisfying.
Chen Jin’s drunkenly ecstatic expression was quite nauseating.
Everyone at the table turned their faces away.
Despite the low spirits, the significance of releasing a single still momentarily boosted the morale of the band members.
Drummer Mu took the lead, and several members of the band stood up and solemnly raised their glasses towards the investor, "For better or for worse, we thank President Chen for his tremendous support."
President Chen.
Yes, that title did sound pleasing.
"I have an eye for talent," Chen Jin said with a face so overly cheerful it was falling apart, as he filled everyone’s glasses, "Future stars, eat well and drink well today, and don’t go home until we’re all drunk."
They hadn’t even hit the battlefield and already declared not to return until drunk, ridiculous.
Wen Lin remained expressionless throughout, accustomed to someone’s antics.
With Chen Jin there to smooth things over, when Jiang Shuyao returned, the atmosphere had already improved significantly.
After the meal, everyone resumed their own paths.
Before leaving, while Pei Yan stepped outside to take a call, Jiang Shuyao silently cast an apologetic look towards Zhong Yuan.
After this meal, who knew when they would meet again.
Last time outside the school administrative building, Zhong Yuan had left her a Little Orange Lamp. Today, however, he directly handed her a guitar with a broken string.
?
She looked at Zhong Yuan, puzzled.
"When the band officially debuts, bring it to my concert," Zhong Yuan said with a rare smile on his lips, "After all, you were the first to care whether it would be affected by the moisture."
Jiang Shuyao took it from him, holding the guitar close, and nodded earnestly, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it."
It felt a bit like entrusting something precious at the end of one’s life.
This guitar had accompanied Zhong Yuan on his solitary journey. On countless cold nights, it was the only support that kept him following the course in his heart.
Outside, Pei Yan finished his call and was walking back in.
Jiang Shuyao quickly composed her facial expression, about to say goodbye, when Zhong Yuan suddenly lit a cigarette with a snap.
"Find time to write me some lyrics." Zhong Yuan’s eyes didn’t meet hers as his gaze fell toward the tall silhouette outside the glass door, "The content of the lyrics is up to you, write whatever comes to mind, and send it to my email when you’re done."
Lyrics?
Jiang Shuyao found it curious and wanted to ask more, but Pei Yan’s long legs had already stepped through the door.
On the way back, the two didn’t talk much. The guitar quietly lay on the passenger seat, as she instinctively glanced forward whenever they braked, deeply concerned.
"Who gave it to you?"
"Zhong Yuan."
One question, one answer. The car fell into silence, with no further conversation.
Jiang Shuyao stole a glance at the person beside her, who seemed normal without any signs of anger.
She knew that if Pei Yan were upset, his face wouldn’t be as calm as it was now, especially in front of her, where he’d find it nearly impossible to hide his emotions.
But reality proved a saying right, a man’s heart is an ocean of needles.
You could never imagine that the man who was calm and gentle while opening the car door for you a moment ago, could do something completely different the next.
After exiting the elevator, Pei Yan, with his head bowed, leaned against the side, waiting for her to take out the keys to open the door.
The overhead light shone down, casting shadows over his dark hair and hiding the light in his brows, as if the temperature around him had dropped several degrees.
Jiang Shuyao shuffled over and stood next to him.
Pei Yan did not react, so she took full advantage of her girlfriend’s privilege, shamelessly leaning on him.
He finally lifted his head, his face showing signs of weariness, and asked in a low voice, "Don’t have the keys?"
"I do."
"Then hurry up and open the door."
Jiang Shuyao pouted, took out her keys obediently, inserted them into the lock, and turned it half a turn to open it.
She was surprised, "Why don’t you double lock the door?"
"Why should I."
"What if there’s a thief."
The person in front remained silent.
Jiang Shuyao slowly lifted her eyes, but before she could ask the next question, she saw Pei Yan’s indifferent and merciless gaze.
"Rather than worrying about that, you should worry about yourself."
Alongside his cold voice, the security door slammed shut behind her, causing Jiang Shuyao to jump. By the time she reacted, he had already grabbed her waist and pressed her against the door.
"You really like Zhong Yuan, don’t you?"
"No, listen to me explain—"
"The previous lessons weren’t enough, so you think my words are just wind in your ears," Pei Yan didn’t waste more words, lifting her up and heading towards the bedroom.
Jiang Shuyao’s head spun, god knows why she was always ending up in this position recently.
Her back hit the bed, and he came over her, quickly stripping her clean.
?!
Her eyes widened, and her face turned crimson instantly.
However, Pei Yan didn’t give her a chance to buffer, it was hard for anyone to be patient and tell a story while engaged in such an act.
"You always wanted to know why I despise Zhong Yuan so much?" His actions were far from gentle, even had a punishing touch, "I’ll tell you now."
"I’d noticed long ago that she looks at you the wrong way."
"That’s definitely not the look a normal woman should give another woman, damn, daring to set sights on my person, isn’t she asking for death."
After Pei Yan finished speaking, he realized the girl seemed a bit off, her gaze vacant, as if her soul had been pulled away.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he touched her cheek, "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Shuyao’s eyes reddened, and she shook her head slowly.
Pei Yan frowned, "Then why cry."
She stared at him innocently, her little face turning into a shade of rouge.
Seeing the tortured look on the person beneath him, Pei Yan suddenly understood, cursing involuntarily.
Silence lingered for a moment.
He slowly exhaled a breath, burying his head into the girl’s neck, his hot breath spraying on her ear, his voice incredibly hoarse.
"Next time, I won’t be tender anymore, little liar."
Pei Yan remembered the unfinished words from earlier, straightened his neck, turned her face towards him, and asked, "You get my point, right?"
How could she not understand.
He simply suspected Zhong Yuan was a lesbian.
Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but smile, looking into his eyes seriously, "You have a vivid imagination."
He: "..."
