When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 237: What Exactly Does His Family Do?
September drew to a close amidst the enchanting waltzes and the fulfilling life at the base, and at the same time, the annual Internet Summit in the Southwest Region was also about to be held during the National Day holiday in October at the Rong City Convention Center.
The tickets for the summit were hard to come by, especially for students currently enrolled in related fields. If they were fortunate enough to attend, it would undoubtedly benefit their expansion of knowledge and future life plans immensely.
However, while everyone was busy looking for ways to get tickets, Jiang Shuyao had been immersed in the atmosphere of the dormitory building’s rooftop sunsets for a week, unable to extricate herself.
Her explanation to Pei Yan was that she was gathering materials for her art exam next month.
In reality, she was working on homework assigned to her by Zhong Yuan.
Writing lyrics.
At sunset, Jiang Shuyao stood in front of the railing, enjoying the gentle breeze of early autumn.
The spot she now occupied used to be Zhong Yuan’s exclusive spot.
Zhong Yuan loved to smoke while gazing at the distant view, which was not so much the scenery but the vast, endless horizon.
She was like some kind of nocturnal creature, perennially wandering through colorless tunnels, guided by pure instinct within her body, step by step towards the distant end of the tunnel.
Whether it was a bright boulevard ahead or an abyss of thorny jungle, Zhong Yuan never cared.
It was as if no natural disaster or calamity in this world could make her frown – even if doomsday was the next moment, she could still cradle her guitar and strum a beautiful melody amidst the crumbling sky and splitting earth.
Recalling the day she went to the studio, Zhong Yuan’s progress and growth left Jiang Shuyao unable to snap out of it.
From struggling to play "Chengdu," to now being an absorbing lead singer of a band, even if she had only heard a part of the demo in a single track, she had a premonition that, in the near future, Zhong Yuan would make her voice echo throughout the country.
Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but smile.
Actually, upon closer thought, Chen Jin, that guy who was always out of tune, sometimes had quite an eye for investment.
At least, putting his money on Zhong Yuan would never be a loss.
The National Day holiday arrived as expected.
The base had just taken on a website project a few days ago, and Jiang Shuyao had already planned to dedicate her holiday to the base, but someone called her early in the morning.
She thought it was for a project meeting, but Pei Yan took her straight to the parking lot.
Young Master Pei’s long-unseen silver mount, counting on fingers, must have been parked for about half a year now.
The car was covered in a thick layer of dust, yet, even so, it still stood out as the most dazzling presence among all the models.
She looked up at the clear sky – not bad, it was good weather, suitable for a leisurely drive.
Jiang Shuyao got into the passenger seat, buckled up, and turned to say, "Don’t go too far, just circle around the nearby park. You need to come back early today and assign the project work."
"I handed the website to Team Two to manage the internal distribution," Pei Yan said as he started the car, and deliberately asked her, "Any objections?"
Just as Jiang Shuyao was about to answer, Pei Yan pinched her chin and said, "Those who achieve great things need not fuss over such details."
Then what are you asking for? You could’ve just told me your line.
She remained silent for a few seconds, faintly sensing the car was moving a bit too fast.
No, it was very fast.
Jiang Shuyao instinctively tightened her grip on the seat belt and tapped the shoulder of the person next to her forcefully, "What are you doing?"
"Scared?" Pei Yan asked, his gaze fixed ahead.
It’s not a question of being scared or not.
Young Master, we agreed on a leisurely drive, not a high-speed chase.
Jiang Shuyao motioned herself to stay calm, looking around and noticing no pedestrians in sight.
Every time she rode in Pei Yan’s car, she always worried that she would inadvertently knock someone into the air. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
During her anxious anticipation, the person beside her let out an almost imperceptible chuckle.
"If you’re not scared, just sit tight. After all, you’ve been with it for three years – consider this its final journey."
?!
Jiang Shuyao hesitantly asked, "What do you mean by ’the last journey’?"
After forty-five minutes, all her doubts were washed away in a most exhilarating, transcendent visual experience, which formally came to a perfect end at the second-hand car market.
"Are you really selling it?"
"Mhm."
Jiang Shuyao’s eyes reddened slightly as she touched the car’s hood, unwilling to let go.
She could probably guess why Pei Yan was selling the car.
Sniffling, an idea flashed through her mind, "Pei Yan, doesn’t my family have a—"
"Don’t even think about it."
Pei Yan turned to look at her sternly, "The things I gave you, keep them safe; we’re not at that point yet."
Not at the point of selling even a car.
"Relax, out with the old, in with the new. Once we have money, we can buy another one."
This sounded reassuring, but in truth, Jiang Shuyao felt a pang of sadness.
Suddenly, she suspiciously asked, "That motorcycle of yours, you didn’t sell that too, did you?"
"No." Pei Yan put his arm around her shoulder, "I’d sell anything but that."
Oh.
So a motorcycle worth over a hundred thousand was more capable of capturing the owner’s heart than a sports car worth millions.
To honor the sports car’s sacrifice, a formidable task immediately fell onto her shoulders.
When Jiang Shuyao found Jiang Xubai, he was in the midst of a tug-of-war with Zhang Xinxin over whether to eat wontons or have hotpot next.
"I’m drooling just thinking about it; that new place is offering a discount, all menu items at sixty percent off—how can we pass up such a great deal?"
"Eating hotpot takes up too much time; I’ve still got a mountain of work to do. Can we go tomorrow? I’ll go with you then."
"That’s not going to work, today I’m in the mood for hotpot, tomorrow I might feel like having BBQ. Don’t you understand what living life is about, you—"
"Excuse me for interrupting," Jiang Shuyao, seeing the pathetic state Jiang Xubai was in, timely intervened to save him from his plight.
Jiang Xubai, grasping at straws, hurriedly scooped up his laptop and ran toward the meeting room, "Is it time for a meeting? I have some questions about the requirement document I’d like to discuss. Is Boss Pei coming, or is it just the two of us?"
Zhang Xinxin stomped her foot in displeasure at being left hanging.
Before Jiang Shuyao left, she smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I’ll be quick."
But this so-called ’quick’ turned into a full two hours.
Jiang Xubai could never have guessed that his final conversation would be with the boss’s wife.
He had always been hesitant about his post-graduation plans: continuing his studies would mean either a master’s program or going abroad, but considering his family’s actual situation, he was eager to start working and earn money.
After some contemplation, Jiang Xubai asked, "Is it his idea to bring me into the fold, or yours?"
Jiang Shuyao replied, "It’s a consensus we both reached."
Jiang Xubai went on, "When the company is established, I can provide some technical support, but I probably can’t contribute much financially."
"The initial capital is already sufficient; you don’t need to worry about that."
Jiang Xubai was surprised. That fast?
He looked out the window, as October had begun, the cool breeze brought a silent chill of autumn, a mood well-suited for making decisions.
"One last question." Jiang Xubai exhaled, as a doubt had been circling his mind for a long time, "What does Pei Yan’s family actually do?"
Jiang Shuyao paused.
How to explain?
She thought for a moment, carefully choosing her words.
"They sell houses."
