When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 29 - 0: Not Siblings but Better than Siblings

When heading back, Pei Yan asked Jiang Shuyao to ride his flashy motorcycle, but she decisively rejected him.

For her to seek him out at North Alley today had already been pushing her limits, let alone asking her to ride such a perilous form of transportation. No way.

The girl grabbed her backpack and, with an expressionless face, turned to board the bus, leaving the boy alone with his motorcycle, standing forlornly at the bus stop in the cold wind.

From a distance, the group of brothers, seeing this, hurriedly rode their small motorcycles over.

After Chen Jin turned off his engine, he couldn’t resist his bubbling curiosity and leaned in to ask, "Brother Yan, so you knew Little Fairy way back, huh? Can you, like, tell us what your relationship is? You’re not siblings, are you?"

Excluding an underground relationship, the two had different surnames, and when the boss mentioned going home, it had an unmistakable undertone of ambiguity.

The most likely scenario would be... cousins, I guess.

At the mention of the word "siblings," Pei Yan’s brow twitched furiously, and he shot a cold glance toward the questioner, "I’ve spoiled her since childhood, we grew up together like two peas in a pod, not siblings but closer than siblings."

"..."

After a silence akin to death, the three burst into maniacal laughter.

Hahaha, damn, Brother Yan actually churned out two idioms in one breath. You know, childhood sweethearts mean they grew up hugging each other or something.

The trio felt a bit sour; they thought their boss was the most Buddhist among them, but it turned out he’d been secretly hiding a darling sister at home.

However, after a careful thought, Chen Jin decided to drop an untimely wet blanket.

"Brother Yan, don’t hate me for opening my mouth, but a girl like Little Fairy is just for admiring. She’s a good student and not our kind of people. Better not chase after her—it’s too hard."

As soon as his words ended, He Qingzhou and Xu Kanfeng quickly turned their faces aside, coughing, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Ignorant fools are really courting death.

Contrary to expectations, the boss’s reaction was surprisingly calm. A cool breeze blew past as Pei Yan lazily opened a soda and took a sip, scoffing, "She’s been coddled by me her whole life. If I can’t win her over, then I might as well eat shit."

With a light and casual remark, his superior bone-deep confidence was undeniably on display.

The three held back laughter, dutifully echoing his sentiment, but honestly... it felt damn insincere.

Seeing that the boss’s mood was still not too bad, Xu Kanfeng timidly interjected, "Brother Yan, what if, and I’m saying what if, there ever comes a day when you wanted to eat one of us, who would you choose?"

Pfft.

He Qingzhou and Chen Jin couldn’t handle it anymore and burst into laughter on the ground.

Then, a loud bang followed!

The laughter of the two stopped abruptly.

Turning their heads, they saw Xu Kanfeng with his motorcycle, kicked over by Pei Yan.

They’d seen the boss when he lost his temper, his aura could be a hundred times more terrifying than this. Although he had gotten physical, his expression didn’t seem to have reached that point yet.

Feeling somewhat relieved, He Qingzhou, who was always the peacemaker, touched his nose to smooth things over.

"Any bike that can’t withstand a kick from Brother Yan isn’t a good bike. Kanzi, you better find some time to switch to a new one."

It’s his fault for driving that bike, right? It’s Brother Yan who’s too violent, okay?

Xu Kanfeng stood up, feeling anger but daring not to express it, and with a stiff leg, he gave a little shake, signaling with his eyes for his two brothers to lend a hand lifting the bike.

He Qingzhou and Chen Jin hadn’t even made a move when the culprit himself stepped forward. They then saw their boss bend down and effortlessly lift the half-wrecked motorcycle.

"Hey, Brother Yan, are you really going back to have egg fried rice? You’re not coming to hang out with us?"

Pei Yan mounted his motorcycle, put on his helmet, and without paying attention to the three behind him, revved the engine and sped towards the end of the street.

Touching his sore knee, Xu Kanfeng tentatively asked, "If one day Brother Yan ends up beating me to death, do you think he’ll regret it?"

Heh.

He Qingzhou patted the fool’s shoulder, "Whether Brother Yan will regret it or not, I don’t know, but you will surely regret it."

To provoke the boss was one thing; to have one’s inheritance fall into the hands of an illegitimate younger brother after death was another, losing both people and wealth. If it were him, he’d regret it until his guts turned green.