When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 150: Losing Control Over Her
The girl’s beauty was like snow atop high mountains; among the young women he knew, none could compare to her in the slightest.
But as heart-stopping as her beauty had been moments before, now the underlying stubbornness beneath Jiang Shuyao’s delicate exterior made his heart ache all the more.
He Qingzhou clenched his teeth, "Did you guys say something to her?"
Otherwise, how could the girl who had been patiently sitting in the spectator stands a moment ago commit such a dangerous act in the blink of an eye?
Even though only Brother Yan’s motorcycle remained on the track now, accidents were unpredictable.
The air was quiet.
Chen Jin guiltily hung his head, admitting to himself, "I just wanted to help Brother Yan, so I told Sister Yao that Brother Yan was racing with his life on the line tonight because he was heartbroken. And I wasn’t exaggerating, it’s just..."
Just that his phrasing might have been a bit too elaborate, his tone a little too grave.
Jiang Shuyao was unfamiliar with the rules of this circle; in reality, it was commonplace for racers to risk their lives on the track.
Besides, who was Brother Yan? Someone who dared to navigate the tunnels of Jinggang with his eyes closed—he wasn’t likely to stumble tonight of all nights.
Damn it.
Chen Jin slapped himself hard in the face.
What was he thinking? He really fucking deserved a beating.
Understanding the cause and effect, He Qingzhou said nothing more, gestured to that idiot’s head, and walked towards the track.
At seven o’clock, as night slowly fell, only the dim twilight lingered at the edge of the sky.
The ground lights along the track lit up, with two beams of light striking Jiang Shuyao perfectly from either side.
Halfway up the hill, the roar of an engine grew from faint to loud.
He Qingzhou’s hand, resting on the guardrail, tensed subconsciously. He looked at the girl, wanting to speak but hesitating.
"He’s coming, isn’t he?" Jiang Shuyao asked.
Her white skirt billowed in the beam of light, like an ephemeral blossom. He Qingzhou stood silently by her side, affirming with a tense nerve.
At the end of the track, the motorcycle’s front light shone from afar.
He could no longer stay calm and took a few steps closer to Jiang Shuyao. "It’s hard to see at night; Brother Yan might not be able to stop in time. You—"
"I know."
The girl offered a faint smile, "Didn’t you say he was playing with his life? So, I’ll join him in the game."
He Qingzhou fell silent.
Cursing Chen Jin in his mind once again.
Only during the moment he looked up did the motorcycle, with the wind and heat in its wake, rapidly approach. He Qingzhou’s complexion shifted, not expecting the boss to suddenly accelerate at the last descending section of the track.
Around the corner, in the vast darkness, Pei Yan’s eyes under the helmet gleamed with a bloodthirsty chill.
The next moment, in the narrow field of view, a delicate figure suddenly appeared.
His pupils contracted sharply, a wave of chilling horror rising in his eyes.
Screeching brakes, the motorcycle’s skidding body fiercely grinding against the pavement, pulled a long trail of sparks that streaked across the silent night sky of Jinggang.
The girl closed her eyes, feeling the searing tremors in the air.
A few breaths later, peace returned to the world.
Footsteps approached from behind, and right after, Jiang Shuyao was pulled into a solid embrace.
It lasted merely a second before Pei Yan, without a hint of tenderness, pinned her against the suspended guardrail behind them.
His terrifyingly low voice resonated by her ear, "Do you want to die?"
Pei Yan grabbed her chin, his icy lips pressing down. At that moment, his body radiated overwhelming fury, as if he wished to tear her apart and swallow her whole.
The terror of the Devil was never meant to be shown before the Princess.
That night, he lost his reason with her for the first time.
Jiang Shuyao trembled violently, her sobs breaking out as her delicate fists pounded against him.
He grasped her hands, pressing them down slightly with force, making her lift her face to meet his.
She smelled sweet, dressed in the dress he had given her, her beauty inducing spine-tingling fear.
But it was she, the very same girl, who had stood under the shade of the trees that morning, accepting another boy’s kiss in front of him.
He wanted to kill that boy, but even more, he wanted to break and crush the girl who had carved into his heart with a knife.
Pei Yan had never felt such an intense craving; he wanted to die, wanted to drag her down to hell with him.
The violent kiss went on for who knows how long, the girl’s sobs gradually weakening, her breathing hurried to the point of suffocation.
As the scorching air faded, the cool night breeze brushed against their tightly pressed bodies.
Suddenly, Pei Yan released the girl’s chin, propped his hands on either side of her skirt’s hem, and looked down.
"For the sake of driving me away, you’d even forsake your dignity. That Lu guy kissed you, did it feel as good as when I kiss you, huh?"
His voice was light, even sporting a smile on his face.
But that smile didn’t reach his eyes, which, in the thick of the night, gleamed with a faint, cold light.
The nightmare abruptly ended.
Hearing his humiliating words, Jiang Shuyao could no longer hold back and crumbled.
"Pei Yan, you bastard!"
Her voice was hoarse from crying, her dark lashes wet with moisture, tears rolling down her cheeks like beads off a string.
Pei Yan gazed down at her, his fingertips grazing over her tender, dewy lips, his smile fading, "Why come looking for me?"
If she had made up her mind to send him away, why come looking for him at all.
Jiang Shuyao lowered her eyes and said nothing.
After a long time, her body stiff and numb, she closed her eyes and spoke softly, "We’re breaking up."
The wind carried away half the girl’s voice, but it still reached him clearly.
"Dare to say that again."
Pei Yan narrowed his eyes, the veins on the back of his hand, resting on the railing, bulged, his voice bitterly cold.
The girl slowly lifted her head, her gaze vacant and powerless under the lights.
"I said we’re breaking up. From now on, you go to Los Angeles and live your own life, we have nothing to do with each other, do you understand?"
Pei Yan’s breathing grew heavier.
His dark eyes fixed on the girl.
Just last night, he was still considering whether to live outside or in the school dormitory after starting college.
His Princess was so dazzling; on the first day of school, he must declare his sovereignty, cutting off all those improper thoughts from the unknown.
But it seemed like the heavens had played a cruel joke on him.
Pei Yan tugged the corner of his mouth into a calm smile and gently lifted the girl by her waist, setting her down on the ground.
In that moment, they stood face to face in silence so profound they couldn’t even feel each other’s heartbeat.
Free from his restraint, Jiang Shuyao gained her liberty.
She turned slightly and walked past him, her shoulder brushing his, drawing a decisive end to this heart-stopping breakup.
Step by step, the girl walked forward, letting the tears blur her vision, her back exuding a resolute determination with no room for turning back.
Behind her, Pei Yan didn’t move.
The night air cut like a knife, pouring into his heart full of wounds, bringing a sharp pain.
Watching the girl walk away, he clenched his fists and slammed them hard against the metal railing.
Pei Yan bent over, his chest heaving violently.
On the twentieth day together, she suggested they break up, telling him to go to Los Angeles and live his own life.
Was going abroad with Lin Zhen really the life he wanted?
Everyone thought that on the day of the basketball tournament last year, Lin Zhen’s detour to the airport was beyond her control.
Yet, the irony was stark.
The reason Lin Zhen passed by Yunzhong but didn’t enter was that she had suddenly received a notice from the airline: the original early morning flight was canceled, and she had to catch the last one in the afternoon to return to Los Angeles on time, not to delay her engagement ceremony with another man the next day.
Hard to believe, isn’t it? That woman who used to endlessly talk about pursuing poetry and distant lands got married in a foreign country.
Between her son and her fiancé, she decisively chose the latter.
Now she’s back in the country, dragging her sick body, her frail appearance intending to soften everyone around her, including that silly girl he liked.
So.
Pei Yan gave a cold laugh.
Lin Zhen, you’ve won.
