My Childhood Sweetheart Is a Little Crybaby!-Chapter 153: The Only One I Can’t Deal With

Jinyan and Jiang Yuan both didn’t come down for dinner that evening. One had eaten too much at noon and wasn’t digesting well, while the other suddenly had a stomachache and had no appetite.

Jiayan asked the housekeeper to make a stomach-soothing tea for Jinyan, then he went to see Jiang Yuan.

"Brother Yan, am I going to die soon!" The little girl lay on the bed, her small face pale almost without a trace of color, clutching her stomach, looking weak and lifeless.

Seeing her like this, Jiayan’s brow involuntarily furrowed. He had originally thought the girl was just throwing a tantrum over something that had happened earlier, deliberately skipping dinner, but it turned out she was really sick. On hearing this, he couldn’t help but scold, "Don’t talk nonsense!"

The little girl pouted, "But it really hurts! And I’m already this miserable, yet you’re still being mean to me." As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, and she stared at Jiayan with tearful eyes.

Jiayan instantly lost his temper. Ever since she was young, this girl would always become especially whiny when sick.

Jiayan sighed inwardly and softened his voice, "I’m not being mean to you."

"You are, you are. I knew Brother Yan doesn’t like me anymore, you never used to scold me before." The little girl spoke more aggrievedly, her eyes turning red.

Seeing her pale face and reddened eyes, Jiayan felt a lump in his throat and pursed his lips, saying, "It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have scolded you."

"I’m not listening!"

The little girl covered her ears, her soft voice tinged with a cry, "Brother Yan is so mean, always bullying me, I don’t want to like you anymore."

Perhaps because she felt wronged, or maybe the pain was too intense, her small body curled up, and before she could finish her sentence, her tears began to drop like rain.

Watching her tears, Jiayan felt as if his heart was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand.

Especially every time the girl said she hated him and didn’t like him, his brow furrowed more tightly, making the air around him grow heavier.

His hand hanging by his side tightened; after a while, he sighed softly, his tone carrying a tenderness and compromise that had never been there before, "Alright, Brother Yan’s tone was wrong, I apologize to you."

The stubborn girl was biting her lower lip, not talking, not looking at him, just silently shedding tears.

Jiayan: "What do I have to do to make you forgive me?"

Jiayan admitted defeat.

This girl was born to be his nemesis.

From a young age, nothing could really challenge him, except for her.

The little girl cried until the tip of her nose turned slightly red, her small body trembling, looking utterly pitiable.

Jiayan helplessly wiped her tears while softening his voice, "I do like you, and I didn’t mean to scold you. If you think Brother Yan did something wrong, you can tell me, but you can’t say you hate me."

Jiayan’s voice was low and firm, in the end, he spoke commandingly.

Jiang Yuan’s temper flared.

Why should she not hate him just because he said so.

"I hate, I just hate... Brother Yan is the worst person in the world. I like Brother Yan so much, yet he doesn’t care about me at all, there’s no one in the world I hate more..." The little girl replied defiantly.

Jiayan suddenly didn’t want to hear any hurtful words from her mouth anymore, he leaned down and stopped her lips...

Successfully making the girl close her mouth.