When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 246: Mysterious Move
In fact, it wasn’t just Jiang Xubai who was without a clue.
Jiang Shuyao had tried countless times to gauge Pei Yan’s intentions but came to only one conclusion: wait.
She was at a loss for words.
If one day Jiang Xubai asked about the matter, it wouldn’t be possible to say to someone else that they should wait if they’re willing to wait, right?
The real emotional outburst happened in May of the second year of college.
Pei Yan made three decisions in one go.
Leave the base, move out of the school dormitory, and give up participating in this session’s programming competition.
The first decision sent Jiang Xubai into a frenzy.
The second one sent Jiang Shuyao into a frenzy.
The third one sent Old Man Jiang into a frenzy.
He had the knack to drive three people mad overnight.
The first to erupt in anger was in the counselor’s office; Jiang Shuyao and Jiang Xubai stood outside, silently listening, without uttering a word.
In the end, Old Man Jiang got so worked up he almost smashed a chair, scaring the two listeners at the corner half to death. They genuinely worried about how to handle the situation if Pei Yan’s stubbornness angered the old man to a bad end.
The confrontation between teacher and student finally settled down when Teacher Qin came back from outside.
Over the past year, this kind of scene had occurred not less than ten times.
Seeing the two hesitant to enter, Tan Qian guessed what might have happened.
Pei Yan stood in front of the window, maintaining the same posture for too long, the whole person seemed somewhat stiff.
When he saw the counselor come in, he planned to leave but was pulled back by Old Man Jiang just as he turned around.
"Participating in the competition, you can meet many outstanding students and works from across the country, and exchanging ideas with them is all to your benefit. Just think of it as going to have fun like last time; how many days could it possibly delay you?"
Jiang Xubai, who was entering the door, stumbled upon hearing this.
Go, just to have fun?
Teacher, please watch your language.
Who else goes to ’just have fun’ and still manages to take first place?
"I’ve been to that kind of competition once; going again wouldn’t be interesting," Mr. Pei said bluntly, sweeping a glance at Jiang Xu, "I’m not the only excellent one; consider others."
Old Man Jiang was dumbfounded, then turned to Jiang Shuyao in anger and said, "Listen to this, so arrogant before, ignoring everyone, wildly out of control, and now he pretends to be modest, he’s going to infuriate people to death."
Jiang Shuyao: "Teacher, you..."
Pei Yan: "You should take a blood pressure pill first."
Old Man Jiang’s face turned red with restraint, and he roared to the sky, "Get the hell out of here!"
Jiang Shuyao’s eyelids twitched, and then instinctively turned her head.
Pei Yan had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, he said nothing, obediently heading towards the door.
He was actually leaving.
She turned her head back to look at Old Man Jiang again; sure enough, he was reaching for his blood pressure medicine out of anger.
With Pei Yan’s departure from the base, the managerial position became vacant, naturally falling on the head of Jiang Xubai.
At first, everyone thought he was just joking, but when a week passed and they pushed the door open to no longer see that cropped hair, people gradually came to accept the fact that Boss Pei had completely let go and stopped caring. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Jiang Xubai had searched for Jiang Shuyao countless times to inquire about the situation. With junior year imminent and the list of recommended postgraduate spots coming out soon, the decision had to be made between continuing academics or joining the entrepreneurship ranks after a smooth graduation.
The once goal-oriented Jiang Xubai, due to the company’s silence, fell into confusion once again.
This was where he crumbled the most.
July brought the sweltering heat of summer vacation.
Pei Yan had rented an apartment off-campus, a one-bedroom that was not large, but it was in a good location near the subway, making commuting quite convenient.
At first, Jiang Shuyao was utterly opposed to the idea.
This guy leaving the base and giving up the programming competition—she could understand if it was to free up his hands for starting up a company.
But the entrepreneurship plan had been shelved till now and still showed no sign of beginning, and now he had moved into this shoddy apartment. What on earth was he planning to do?
Finally, the night before she was about to fly to the Capital for the art competition, Pei Yan shamefully helped her unravel the mystery.
For almost half a year, Jiang Shuyao had focused all her attention on preparing her artwork and rarely had time to get involved in Young Master Pei’s plans, let alone have a heart-to-heart talk with him like they did tonight.
After dinner, she took an early bath, and when Pei Yan hugged her from behind, she was packing clothes into her suitcase.
"How many days will you be gone?" he asked with his chin on her shoulder, his voice muffled, like a child.
Jiang Shuyao felt slightly ticklish and pushed his face away with her hand, "At least three days to start with, if I win an award, I’ll have to stay an extra day for the awards ceremony."
"Can’t the teacher accept it on your behalf?"
"No way, I must be there in person, otherwise the entry will be voided."
"That’s sick," Pei Yan snorted with laughter, and after that, his hand began to misbehave, "Princess, are you in the mood tonight?"
Every time before doing ’it’, he would formally seek her consent.
It was actually useless, though.
No matter if she consented or not, in the end, after his diligent efforts to charm her, she was always left defenseless.
To nip his thoughts in the bud, Jiang Shuyao bluntly said, "Aunt Flo is visiting, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
Influenced by someone, she could now speak nonsense without batting an eyelid or skipping a heartbeat.
Experience proved if you encountered someone shameless and thick-skinned to a certain degree, like the man behind her, if you didn’t know how to stay calm and only knew how to blush, you would always be eaten alive by him.
Pei Yan squinted his eyes, calculating the days, "Has it been delayed?"
When it came to a certain someone’s concern about her ’relative’, Jiang Shuyao was no longer surprised.
She said, "Maybe I’ve been too tired lately, it should get better soon."
"Staying up all night to paint, you’re the first I’ve seen do that," Pei Yan buried his face in her neck, gently nipping, "It seems like you take this competition very seriously, exhausting yourself to the point of menstrual irregularity. What for?"
It wasn’t a contest with great prestige, so naturally, it wasn’t for the trophy.
The main point was something else.
"Do you know who the organizers invited to present the award?"
"Who?"
Jiang Shuyao paused for two seconds, trying to appear calm, "Zong Nan."
On the day she registered, when her mentor announced the name of the award presenter, she almost without any hesitation filled in her own name.
Zong Nan, not only was he a pinnacle figure in the art community, but he was also the master she had admired since she was little.
If she had the chance to interact face-to-face with such a master, that experience would become the most precious treasure on her creative journey.
The reaction from Pei Yan, however, was somewhat unexpected.
"Where Zong Nan appears, there’s someone else who’s very likely to show up too."
He spoke to her in a rare, earnest manner, "If you run into them, try to avoid them as much as possible."
Jiang Shuyao quickly guessed, "You mean Yuan Chong?"
"You also think he’s problematic, right?" Her tone slightly eager, she was about to say more but Pei Yan interrupted her, "It’s more than just problematic."
The light fell into his dark eyes, stirring a trace of chill.
"I suspect that both your kidnapping and my mother’s death are related to him."
Jiang Shuyao’s eyes widened.
She had a vague sense that the mixed-race man was dangerous, but she hadn’t expected that...
