When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 31 - 0: Touch with Discretion

After leaving home, she stood waiting at the entrance to the neighborhood. Soon a rumbling engine noise approached from afar, and by instinct, Jiang Shuyao turned her head away.

If possible, she really wanted to take that bike and toss it.

Pei Yan turned off the bike and steadied it, noticing the girl pretended not to see him, he smirked and said, "Beauty, what a coincidence."

"..."

The watchman at the gate stretched his head out vigilantly, glanced at the roadside, recognized the familiar face and then relaxed, saying, "It’s just you, kid. I thought some hooligan was causing trouble."

Over the years, Pei Yan often came to Yasong Residence to mooch meals, and the old man recognized him, but today was the first time he’d seen him riding a motorcycle.

In the old man’s mind, anyone who didn’t ride properly and took to the road with such a noisy contraption wasn’t a good egg, and Pei Yan’s tone when he spoke just now was not unlike that of a gangster.

Jiang Shuyao had always thought she was biased against the rascal’s motorcycle, disliking it from every angle, but seeing the old man’s reaction, she realized she wasn’t the only one who found it an eyesore.

"Let’s go. It’s my parents’ wedding anniversary today; let’s not disturb them. I’ll treat you to some egg fried rice outside."

She had barely turned to walk away when she heard the languid voice of someone behind her, "If you’re not making it, I won’t eat."

Jiang Shuyao blocked her ears and ignored him, continuing to walk on.

Soon enough, footsteps from behind grew closer. Before she could react, a large hand gripped the back of her collar.

"Do you have a problem, Pei Yan?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Yeah, I’m sick, why don’t you cure me?"

On the dim roadside, the young man forcibly pulled the girl toward the neighborhood, laziness flickering in his eyes, "Put more green onions later, I’ve been finding things tasteless lately."

Jiang Shuyao struggled all the way, her little face unable to hide her annoyance, "Let go at once, or I’ll call Uncle Pei and tell him you’re bullying me!"

Tsk.

Pei Yan scoffed unapologetically, "Do you really think it’ll help to tattle to Old Pei?"

Her: "..."

Jiang Shuyao closed her eyes, indeed it was useless.

Not only that, even telling her own parents would be equally futile.

That’s right, in this world, apart from her godmother, no one could handle this rascal.

Knowing that being tough was not going to work, she could only soften her voice and pleaded lowly, "I’m a girl, can you be a bit more aware and let go, please?"

Reminded by the girl, Pei Yan truly had an epiphany, having forgotten that the girl in his hand was no longer the small bun from a few years ago; now tall and graceful, all the right places had filled out, and he would have to be more careful with any future pinching and touching.

But not even allowed to tug a collar?

How stifling.

Lost in thought, Pei Yan’s grip unconsciously loosened, and the girl seized the chance to deftly escape his grasp.

The elevator happened to stop at the ground floor. He looked at his empty hands and chuckled helplessly, the residual warmth of the girl’s nape still lingered in his palm, mixed with a faint body fragrance, quite pleasant.

"Are you coming in or not?"

He looked up to see the puffed-up cute anger of the girl in the elevator, his mood instantly brightened, and he lifted the corners of his lips, slipping the slightly hot hand into his pocket, and then stepped into the elevator with long strides.

As the floors slowly ticked up, with only the last two floors left, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help muttering, "Intruding on someone’s wedding anniversary just for a bowl of egg fried rice, don’t you feel guilty?"

As soon as the words were out, the elevator door dinged open, and Pei Yan, with his hands in his pockets, strolled out leisurely, "Who said anything about third-wheeling? Come on, I’ll show you my new pad."

Jiang Shuyao followed him without a word, as if she was going back to her own home, but utterly looked like someone’s little follower.

If she cast aside her dignity, she would have liked to curse him with dirty words countless times.

But after looping in her mind for half a day, she only knew how to say ’damn it’.