When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 151: Just Got Dumped
That evening, the three of them accompanied Pei Yan throughout the entire night.
At first, He Qingzhou did not go far and faintly heard the girl suggesting a breakup.
At that moment, he was genuinely worried Brother Yan wouldn’t be able to control his emotions and might throw Sister Yao off the suspended railings by accident.
But after, he thought how could that be possible.
The boss loved Sister Yao down to his bones, he wouldn’t hurt her even if it meant slicing flesh off his own body.
But what exactly was the reason for the two to suddenly end up in such a state?
As dawn broke, the silhouettes by the racetrack finally began to stir.
By the light from inside the museum, they saw Brother Yan’s motorcycle jacket was already rubbed and tattered.
The thought of the moment he braked still scared them when they thought of it now.
Had it been any of the three of them in that situation, they would have likely been crippled if not half-dead.
The air pressure was at its lowest point, but the person before them was calm to an excessive degree.
Pei Yan didn’t go to the changing room, he simply tore off his motorcycle jacket and pulled on a shirt from beside him.
Chen Jin’s eyes widened slightly.
"Brother Yan, how about... we still make a trip to the hospital?" he suggested.
The three of them moved forward with concern, repeatedly checking their boss.
Bloodstains covered Pei Yan’s shoulder blades, flank, and elbows; although the external injuries were non-lethal, they were shockingly gruesome.
He fastened one button after another, eyes downturned, without saying a word, his breathing as steady as any normal person’s.
At this time, the whole of Jinggang was still asleep.
Apart from the Museum Director who spent a sleepless night, no one suffered more than the three brothers.
Having known each other for so many years, they had seen Brother Yan’s crazed episodes during his flare-ups and the deadly ferocity when he fought.
Only they had never imagined that one day, the boss’s body, as tough as steel, would be battered and bruised because of a girl.
But compared to his body, the boss’s heart was probably in a hundred times more pain. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
He Qingzhou sighed so faint it was almost imperceptible and thought to himself, had he known it would come to this, he would have insisted on taking Sister Yao away.
An ambiguous standoff was still better than an abrupt and clean cut.
At six in the morning, four silhouettes sat side by side atop the race track’s floating barriers.
For a whole hour, not a word was spoken.
Men didn’t have many words of comfort for each other, and as July approached and they each headed in different directions, opportunities to sit together like this were few and pitiful.
Watching the first light of dawn appearing at the horizon, Pei Yan’s deep-set eyes were like a stagnant pond.
Slowly, a faint morning glow emerged in the distance, gradually penetrating his pitch-black pupils.
Then he spoke calmly, "Got a smoke?"
The air tensed slightly, and Chen Jin was the first to snap out of it, quickly reaching into his pocket and handing over a cigarette.
Everyone thought that Brother Yan, like the last time, would crumble the tobacco between his fingers to satisfy the craving then let it be.
After all, a person who hadn’t smoked in a long time definitely couldn’t stand the taste.
A breeze kicked up wisps of sparks, swirling smoke around his sharply-defined face.
Pei Yan’s thin lips wrapped around the cigarette, took a deep inhale, and instead of feeling the rush from the nicotine, the scent was too harsh, and his lungs felt ready to burst.
He bent down, coughing violently.
His current state was exactly the same as when he first smoked.
Even though it was unpleasant, he still couldn’t help but take a second and third puff.
The three remained silent, silently watching in the early morning light as Pei Yan smoked one cigarette after another, finishing an entire pack in silence.
Cigarettes are a wonderful thing.
Once addicted to nicotine, the pain in the body and soul would be halved.
In the smoke, Pei Yan looked down at the burned-out cigarette in his fingers and tugged at the corner of his mouth.
That mocking smile bore not a trace of emotion.
Like a passerby who had witnessed the tragedy unfold before his eyes, he simply turned around with indifference.
What’s so great about it?
It’s just being dumped.
...
July 1st, the deadline for submitting college preferences was just one day away.
In the morning, after finishing the discharge procedures for Lin Zhen, Zhu Yun returned home and saw her daughter sitting in front of the computer in the study, hesitant and undecided.
She gently pushed the door open and sat down beside the girl, "Yaoyao, if you want to go to Jinggang, then go. Dad and Mom have always said they support you in pursuing your dreams. Don’t feel burdened, just go for it boldly."
Looking at her mother’s affectionate gaze, Jiang Shuyao’s heart was filled with mixed feelings.
In the past, she resented her parents for feeling misunderstood and had even thought about applying to Jinggang secretly after the college entrance exams were over.
But ever since her mother had helped out during the pandemic in the disaster area, it seemed as though she had become a different person.
This change was not just in thoughts and ideas but also in the trust she had for her.
Believing that she could choose the right path for her future and persistently follow it.
To be able to do what she loves, there’s no greater happiness in the world.
But what was she still hesitating about?
In order to reassure her mother, Jiang Shuyao slowly explained, "Mom, I’m thinking of taking art as an elective and then choosing another major as the primary course. That way, I won’t neglect either."
Hearing her say this, Zhu Yun was naturally pleased.
The entire morning, mother and daughter locked themselves in the study, searching for information and analyzing schools and majors one by one.
Lately, Jiang Tingsong had also become free.
He prepared a lunch with three meat dishes and one vegetarian, all of which were Jiang Shuyao’s favorites.
"Yaoyao, eat more, you’ve lost so much weight these past days. What’s going on? Still struggling with choosing a school?" Old Jiang asked as he served her food.
Zhu Yun joined the conversation, "How could she not lose weight? With our daughter’s high scores, there are just too many good institutions. We can hardly keep up with looking at them all. Just a moment ago, I was getting dizzy from all the choosing."
"Mm, that makes sense."
Old Jiang nodded in agreement with his wife’s logic, his face beaming with pride.
Godmother was discharged from the hospital, and the parents had finally begun to talk about happier topics.
Jiang Shuyao sat there, feeling the heaviness in her heart lighten from the contagious mood.
While eating, Jiang Tingsong suddenly remembered something and looked up to ask his wife, "What are Yan’s plans? Has he found a school abroad yet?"
With a clatter, Jiang Shuyao’s chopsticks fell to the floor.
Zhu Yun was about to bend down to pick them up but was stopped by her daughter.
"Mom, I’ll do it."
She pushed back her chair and squatted down slowly, searching under the table.
"The school business for Lin Zhen was settled before he returned to China. As for the specifics... we’ll find out once mother and son arrive in Los Angeles next week. I’ll ask over the phone then."
"Leaving next week, so soon?" Old Jiang opened the calendar on his phone, glanced at it, "Going abroad for studies involves complicated procedures. Can Lin Zhen manage it all by himself?"
Zhu Yun was silent for a moment.
She looked at her husband with a half-smiling gaze, "My best friend isn’t alone now."
The fact that Lin Zhen was married in Los Angeles was actually known by everyone; it was just that usually, it was deliberately avoided in the presence of Old Pei and Pei Yan.
As the parents chatted, Jiang Shuyao ate her meal in a stilted manner, her thick eyelashes slightly drooping, the food in her mouth tasting like wax.
"Yaoyao, next Wednesday you should come with Mom to the airport to see Yan off. Who knows how many years it will be until his return. You two have been close since childhood, you should go."
Next Wednesday.
Today was Saturday, only four days left.
Jiang Shuyao finished the last bite of her meal and set her chopsticks down.
"I’d rather not go, Mom. You say goodbye to godmother and Pei Yan for me."
After saying this with a calm tone, the daughter got up and returned to the study.
