When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 269: Responsibility and Love

This conversation lasted for a long time, and for the most part, Uncle Pei and Old Jiang were the ones talking. To ease the tense atmosphere, Jiang Shuyao forced herself to act nonchalant, taking her time to wash her face and brush her teeth in the bathroom, then changing into a set of tasteful and appropriate clothes.

When she went out again, the living room atmosphere seemed to have fallen into an unusually quiet state.

Jiang Shuyao tightened her expression and stood dumbfounded at the bedroom door, afraid to move.

"Yaoyao."

Old Jiang suddenly spoke up, "Come here."

Was he calling her?

Seeing her father’s stern face, completely devoid of his earlier smiles, Jiang Shuyao felt increasingly uneasy.

She walked over and saw a large stack of thick documents on the coffee table, with the top two bearing the titles ’Share Transfer Agreement’.

Old Jiang motioned for her to open and look.

Jiang Shuyao’s fingers tensed slightly as she slowly bent down and picked up the two transfer documents.

One was for Zhizhen, and the other was for Xi Yao.

Pei Yan had transferred all his shares in both companies to her.

Not only that, there were many similar property transfer documents on the coffee table, from as large as villas to as small as his motorcycle, all given to her.

This guy... what is he trying to do!

"Yaoyao."

Compared to Jiang Tingsong, Pei Donghan seemed much more composed.

The Chairman of Zhi Zhen Group, for the first time as a father, fought for his son’s hard-earned happiness in life.

He pointed to those documents and spoke lightly, "That rascal has given you all his assets. It’s his responsibility as a man and his sincerity and love for you. Don’t feel burdened. If you think highly of us, father and son, and are willing to call me dad, then accept it."

Moreover, when Pei Donghan retired, the remaining Zhi Zhen shares would also be transferred to the young couple’s name. What they plan to do then would be a matter for later.

People often say that talking about money hurts relationships.

But when the father and son threw around money, they didn’t even blink.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t know what to feel, her gaze gently lifting to quietly look at Pei Yan, who had been silent and sitting opposite her.

The air seemed to stand still.

She watched Pei Yan slowly rise from the sofa, facing Old Jiang and Ms. Zhu.

Without many touching words, his tone was calm, yet it was the most significant statement she had heard him say in these twenty-some years.

"Uncle Jiang, godmother, from now on, apart from Yaoyao, I will have nothing. If I cannot bring her happiness after marriage, I am prepared to leave with nothing."

Marriage is a gamble, and even the most loving couple cannot guarantee that they will stay together day by day for decades after marriage.

The future is unpredictable. Jiang Shuyao believed in Pei Yan, but as rational parents, Jiang Tingsong and his wife could tell from those two share transfer agreements just how determined Pei Yan was to treat their daughter well.

It’s all up to human effort, and that kid has enough sincerity.

Jiang Tingsong sighed and asked his daughter, "Yaoyao, what do you think?"

Jiang Shuyao lowered her eyes and quietly said, "If you have no objections, I have no objections."

She couldn’t appear too eager, otherwise, it might make Old Jiang think that his daughter could not find a husband. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

This is probably a commonality among fathers worldwide, in matters of their daughters’ lifetimes, they must dominate the decision-making.

Usually, Zhu Yun made the decisions at home, but today she hadn’t objected to her husband even once.

Jiang Tingsong would not easily give in for the sake of Pei Donghan; if he had any doubts, he would make sure to address them, even if it touched on Pei Yan’s sensitive areas.

Indeed, during the conversation, Jiang Tingsong had inquired about Pei Yan’s temper management progress, causing both Pei Donghan and Zhu Yun to flinch.

Mental disorders were an unspeakable agony for the child. Her husband’s question was undoubtedly like rubbing salt into an open wound.

Zhu Yun pitied Pei Yan but still managed to restrain herself.

As parents, they should eliminate all potential risks for their daughter before her marriage, and she supported her husband’s approach.

Jiang Shuyao was brushing her teeth in the bathroom at the time and didn’t know anything that was happening in the living room—and most likely, she’ll never know.

The two had scheduled to get their marriage certificate the next morning.

It was nothing special; Pei Yan decided on it, claiming he was worried about potential complications during the night.

Night brings many dreams...

Jiang Shuyao pondered over it for an entire night and decided the phrase was horribly used.

After all, being someone who had undergone nine years of compulsory education, obtaining a wife felt like trafficking.

The share transfer documents and property deeds were still by her bedside, and they would take effect whenever she signed them.

As Jiang Shuyao was heading downstairs clutching her household register, she contemplated going back to sign the documents.

Ha.

He was even willing to give up his beloved motorcycle, truly spilling much blood for this.

Having been pampered since childhood, the stark black and white on the paper probably wouldn’t provoke much reaction.

But every time she thought about how much that man was willing to do for her, she couldn’t stop the waves of emotion.

She had once said she would marry him, proposal or not, money or not.

Now, he had brought with him a princely dowry, handing over both himself and his wealth to her; the Prince of Zhi Zhen Group had become penniless overnight, a fact that would shock countless people if revealed.

Yet, regardless, thinking about how Boss Pei would have to make a living under her terms in the future, life wouldn’t be boring.

Holding that happiness inside, she’d burst into laughter every time she thought about it.

She was pulled back to reality from her fantasy by a delightful melody.

In the taxi, a music radio station was playing. Recently, a song "Love Poem" by the Moon band went viral across the entire network; in just one week, it had amassed over fifty million plays on a music platform.

Zhong Yuan’s voice hadn’t changed much—a gentle androgynous low pitch, its folk style slowly unfolding, telling a beautiful, romantic story.

That story, however, was written by Jiang Shuyao on the rooftop three years ago on her sketchpad, line by line.

She hadn’t expected Zhong Yuan to actually create lyrics from her writings, nor had she anticipated that the whimsical affections, once uttered by Pei Yan, would violently crash into her heart today after three years without any warning.

It had been awhile since they last met.

The guitar with a broken string was still at her home. Many things had happened one after another; soon after her godmother’s suicide, she had fallen seriously ill, preventing her from fulfilling their plan to witness the Moon band’s first concert in Hai City.

If there was a chance to meet in the future, besides apologizing, Jiang Shuyao knew she may never again massage Zhong Yuan’s shoulders, telling her that hardworking women are the most beautiful as she had in the past.

Immersed in her thoughts for a long time, by the time Jiang Shuyao realized something was wrong with her surroundings, the familiar scent of hospital disinfectant had already submerged her consciousness slowly.

In that moment of fear, a name echoed in her mind.

Yuan Chong.