When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?

Pei Yan's biggest pet peeve in life was Jiang Shuyao staring at him.

No matter how angry he was, the moment he saw her naive eyes, he would instantly lose all sense of direction.

"You goof, did transferring schools make you dumb?" Pei Yan chuckled.

Goosebumps rose on his arms, but Jiang Shuyao stubbornly refused to admit defeat. "Your clothes stink, take them away."

He: "..."

Pei Yan lifted the jacket in front of his nose to sniff. There was no smell. He tossed it back to her, threatening, "You have two seconds to put it on."

Two seconds...

She was speechless.

Just stared at the jacket, her face a mix of conflict, internally torn.

Pei Yan grew frustrated. How had the straightforward girl he hadn't seen in two months suddenly become so hesitant?

"Yesterday you ran faster than a rabbit, and today you're afraid to wear clothes that smell like me, what, am I a plague god?"

As soon as the young man in the back finished speaking, Uncle Li, who was driving, couldn't help but laugh. In the household, this little tyrant feared neither heaven nor earth. Even the chairman couldn't handle him, but only Miss Shuyao from the Jiang Family could affect him.

It seemed like even Miss Shuyao was deliberately avoiding him now.

Ah, the young master is really pitiful.

Uncle Li's laugh just now unintentionally intensified Pei Yan's sensitivity and displeasure.

The car window rolled down, and the black jacket traced an arc in the air, landing precisely in the roadside trash can.

Jiang Shuyao was shocked, "It's a perfectly good piece of clothing, why would you throw it away?"

The young man glanced coldly at her, his tone light, "Since you find it stinky, it doesn't deserve to exist in this world."

Jiang Shuyao was speechless.

After a moment of silence, she came to terms with it.

This was the rascal's usual manner—if one day he turned polite, that would be truly horrifying.

He could throw it away; his family wasn't short on clothes.

The girl, with an indifferent cute stance, caught Pei Yan's eyes, yet she looked absolutely adorable.

They say love is blind, but Jiang Shuyao was eternally a little goddess in his heart, matchless now or ever.

Naturally, Jiang Shuyao couldn't see through his mind, full of nonsense. As they neared the gates of Yunchi Academy, she quickly told Uncle Li she wanted to get off early.

It was only a few minutes' walk to the school, walking was better than staying in the car with the cold air.

Understanding the girl, the driver didn't think much and pulled the car over. "Miss Shuyao, take care."

Jiang Shuyao politely thanked him, grabbed her backpack, and got out of the car without giving the young man beside her another glance.

A warm breeze welcomed her, making her feel quite cozy.

The gates of Yunchi Academy were grand and magnificent, with the renowned calligrapher Mr. Yuan Ruomei's handwriting engraved on the white columns—Rong City Yunchi Academy.

Since childhood, Jiang Shuyao loved calligraphy and couldn't resist this kind of flowing cursive script, which was one of the reasons why she had no objections when her parents suggested she transfer schools.

Falling for a school might just start at its gates.

With a cheerful mood, the girl gripped the straps of her backpack and walked step by step into the campus.

Only a few steps in, a lazy voice came from behind her. "Wait for me at the school gate after school, I'll take you home."

Jiang Shuyao turned around to find the rascal was right behind her.

She stepped back, widening the distance between them, "Why did you get out of the car?"

Her subconscious move instantly darkened Pei Yan's face.

He closed the gap with his long strides, stepping closer to her without a hint of emotion, "From yesterday to today, based on your attitude towards me, you better give me a reason."