When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 32 - 0: Couple Slippers

Walking to her front door, Jiang Shuyao began fumbling for her keys reluctantly, but halfway through, her head was knocked by the little rascal with his hand.

She turned around and saw that the door of the opposite apartment, number 902, was wide open, with that guy leaning against the doorframe, his expression arrogantly unmatchable.

Seeing the girl’s dumbfounded look, Pei Yan tilted his head coolly towards the inside of his apartment and said nonchalantly, "Student Jiang, please come in."

Jiang Shuyao opened her mouth, her brain short-circuiting.

But in an instant, she snapped back to reality and asked him in surprise, "You rented this place?"

Pei Yan smiled with a curve of his lips, lazily turned around with keys in hand and entered his place, "Don’t put it so conservatively, from now on, this place belongs to me, and... my future wife."

Jiang Shuyao frowned slightly, automatically ignoring the latter part of that man’s sentence, as a certain guess in her heart grew stronger.

Finally, with a calmer than expected voice, she asked, "It’s not rented, is it bought?"

The young man turned and rubbed her head, "Clever, hurry in, I’m hungry."

Jiang Shuyao numbly followed him inside, her inner turmoil churning wildly.

What exactly was this rascal up to, moving in across from her so quietly, all for a few meals? He was going to great lengths indeed.

And the key was that Uncle Pei even indulged him in this behavior, buying the place outright for a peaceful future, just like that.

In terms of Uncle Pei and the little rascal’s eerily similar approach, they truly deserved to be father and son.

A father who could spoil a son to such an extent, she was left speechless yet envious.

Standing silently in the center of the living room, Jiang Shuyao looked around. The interior was decorated in a simple American style, the layout straightforward and comfortable, popular with the younger generation.

Yet, this apartment, supposedly Aunt Wang had reserved it for her son’s marriage, should have been exceedingly special, and it was sold just like that, utterly puzzling.

With that thought in mind, she asked Pei Yan casually, "How much did you guys pay for this apartment?"

After asking, she felt it was superfluous—given that the little rascal had everything handed to him on a silver platter, he wouldn’t care about such details.

The exact number was likely only known to Uncle Pei’s personal assistant.

Pei Yan found two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, walked over to the girl, bent down, and put them at her feet, signaling her to change into them.

"It seems that Old Pei cleared out that bank account where I’ve been saving my New Year’s money."

That calm statement from him was enough to scare someone to death.

Because Jiang Shuyao had done the math, and counting from the little rascal’s birth to now, eighteen years of New Year’s money totaled up to—conservatively—at least nine million.

If you wonder how she knew so well, ha, with the relatives in the little rascal’s family, casually flinging a red envelope started at six digits, not to mention his godmother’s family’s wealth, accumulating nine million in eighteen years was a piece of cake.

However, based on the current market value, an apartment in Yasong Residence with about two hundred square meters was worth, at most, around seven million.

She could probably guess why Aunt Wang would let go—making an extra two million out of thin air, who wouldn’t sell?

Jiang Shuyao crouched down to change into the slippers, but when she looked up, she noticed Pei Yan staring at her motionlessly.

She frowned, "Is there something on my face?"

He lazily smiled, "There is."

"What?"

"It’s a bit pretty."

"..."

Jiang Shuyao felt like exploding but held back the urge, remembering going back now would disturb her parents.

She rubbed her temples and stood up, about to head to the kitchen when she inadvertently caught sight of the slippers on that person’s feet.

Jiang Shuyao froze as if struck by lightning.

Her reaction seemed adorable to Pei Yan, who deliberately moved the slippers closer to her, seriously saying, "Buy one, get one free at the store, silly not to take it."

Buy one, get one free.

So, buy a pair of men’s slippers, get a pair of ladies’ slippers for free, and they’re matching couple’s slippers?

Jiang Shuyao’s expression gradually became weird, and amidst her contemplation, she faintly heard him say.

"I picked them out specially."