When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 92 - 0: She’s Like a Little Sun

The girl nodded earnestly.

"Suitable, I think you look good in a trench coat."

Yet, for some reason, since that year passed, she never saw Pei Yan wear that coat again.

To be precise, she never saw him wear a trench coat again.

The girl’s recent remark, "you look good in a trench coat," left Pei Yan momentarily dazed.

The only one in his wardrobe had been bought by Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen disliked men in suits and leather shoes but had a particular fondness for trench coats.

In her heart, her husband reeked of coppery money, far inferior to the scholarly and cultivated men around her, the gentle and refined heirs with literary grace.

For that reason, during those years, he studied hard, wanting to become a cultured man, fearful of being despised by Lin Zhen like his father was.

Sadly, he was still too naïve.

For Lin Zhen, marrying Old Pei for business was probably the shame of her life. When she finally broke free and flew overseas, she could leave without looking back even once, abandoning her own son who lay sick in the hospital.

The noble and elegant woman never knew the value of appreciation. The poetry and distance she sought to chase were the very things he could never understand and hated to the bone.

To this day, Pei Yan still thought Old Pei was too weak.

If it were him back then, even if he had to break that woman’s legs, he’d tie her to his side for a lifetime.

If it came to wearing someone down, then everyone would be worn down together.

Under the lights, the young man stared at the trench coat in the girl’s hand, his eyes dark and deep.

Jiang Shuyao became acutely aware of his shifting mood, her heart on alert, and she promptly hid the trench coat behind her, "I picked up the wrong one, just wait a moment."

She took a deep breath, intending to turn around, when Pei Yan grabbed her wrist with his hand.

He tugged at the corner of his lips and said lightly, "This one will do."

The girl before him was the one he loved.

She was different from Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen was selfish.

Yet she was like a little sun, seemingly unapproachable, but all he needed to do was take initiative and move a step closer to feel warmth all over.

Jiang Shuyao thought there was an issue with this trench coat, but seeing him take it over and put it on with ease, she dismissed the concerns from her mind.

Once he focused on his painting, time flew by like flowing water.

All evening, the studio was quiet, and the young man sat patiently by the bay window, maintaining one position for nearly seventy minutes without a single complaint.

Pei Yan was restless; he usually couldn’t stay still and persist with something like he did now.

Jiang Shuyao was moved, and a faint smile involuntarily curved her lips.

The smile had barely lasted a few seconds, the person in front of her broke the moment.

"Fuck."

Pei Yan rubbed his sore arm, thinking, just paint, does he really have to paint and smile at me?

Trying to seduce me to death, huh?

The girl, oblivious to his nonsense thoughts, coughed lightly and said sternly, "Rest for five minutes, then we’ll continue."

Pei Yan rose sluggishly from the chair, watching the girl as she approached with a half-smiling face, "What shall we do for five minutes?"

Jiang Shuyao put down her paintbrush expressionlessly, looking left and right, sensing something amiss.

"Sit back down, I need to start over."

The youth halted in his steps, "What do you mean?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She looked up at him, "The painting is ruined, if you don’t mind, we can continue."

"...," Pei Yan walked over, half in disbelief, and his gaze fell upon the sketchpad, instantly bursting into laughter out of frustration.

With a large hand, he pinched the girl’s cheek, "You little rascal, are you playing with me?"

What was on the sketchpad wasn’t the handsome young man, but a dog’s head.

Her skin was delicate, and a light pinch left a red mark, and it hurt.

Jiang Shuyao’s little face wrinkled into a ball, as she forcefully shook off his hand.

"Ow, just kidding."

After speaking, she gently replaced the drawing hidden in the compartment of her sketchpad with the real portrait, revealing a half-finished profile to Pei Yan.

The young man in the drawing had a cool and clear countenance, with the corners of his eyes lifted in a warm affection.

It was a side of himself he couldn’t even see when he looked in the mirror.

Pei Yan stood by the girl, his hand casually in his pocket, and quietly looked on for a while before frowning slightly.

"What’s wrong," the girl asked, looking up at him.

Thinking he disliked her drawing.

But Pei Yan asked her slowly, "I clearly posed facing forward, so why did you draw a profile?"

Jiang Shuyao just smiled and did not explain.

Copying exactly was meaningless; she merely presented the beauty she felt onto the canvas.

Perhaps deep down, she preferred this tender side of the profile over the usually unruly young man.

Under the glow of the light, the girl’s smile was gentle like the bright crescent in the night sky, its radiant light penetrating the depths of his heart, and just quietly watching her felt as though he possessed the whole world.

That night, Jiang Shuyao fell asleep quickly, not until she got up the next morning did she see the messages her parents left in the family WeChat group.

The Jinjiang Tunnel in S City was nearing completion, and as the chief designer, her father had to be on site these days, catching the flight to S City at four in the morning.

On the other hand, her mother had been appointed as the head of the cardiac department at Huaren Hospital and had been assigned to go to the Capital for further training for a month, leaving at noon today.

Meaning that, for a long time to come, Jiang Shuyao would once again be in ’left-behind’ child mode.

In the past, she would probably feel aggrieved.

But now she had her own little plans; without her parents at home, she could focus on preparing for the Yangjin preliminary exam without having to sneak around like a thief.

The good mood lasted only half a day, though, as twenty minutes before afternoon class, as soon as Jiang Shuyao stepped into the classroom, she noticed the meaningful glances from everyone.

Tang Xing saw her come in, quickly pulled out his phone, and placed it on her desk, "Yaoyao, look at this post quickly. Is this person sick or what, saying all kinds of nonsense?"

Yunzhong forum was always lively, and whenever there was gossip, the crowd would flock to it.

In the early hours of today, an anonymous account posted a photo, exactly the scene of Jiang Shuyao getting into a car outside the school’s side gate yesterday noon.

The photo was very normal, but the caption provided by the poster was utterly disgusting.

This person had a way with words; although they did not attack Jiang Shuyao directly, they repeatedly questioned and speculated about Yunzhong’s school ethos and the car owner’s identity, with clear sarcasm.

Anyone with eyes could tell that this was most likely the work of someone from another school.

But even if it was hostile competition from peers, why pick on Jiang Shuyao’s photo?

There has always been some truth behind rumors, and considering Jiang Shuyao had only recently transferred to Yunzhong, everyone knew her beauty and good studies, but nothing about her family background or social connections.

Now, probably no one in class six could be one hundred percent supportive of Jiang Shuyao, except for Tang Xing.

"Yaoyao, don’t be afraid, this will definitely get the school’s attention. Our Yunzhong isn’t soft, letting just anyone sling mud."

Faced with this situation, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t just ignore the outside world, however much she wished to remain unaffected.

She recalled the details of yesterday carefully, judging from the angle of the photo, the sneak shooter must have been standing on the opposite side of the street.

Across the street...

Jiang Shuyao seemed to realize something, her expression gradually turning solemn.