When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 180: You Loathe Me So Much?

She hadn’t expected this revered figure, who had been silent for an entire half month, to lose his composure today.

Jiang Xu, the technical representative of the base, was considered a "life-changing mentor" who taught the first programming class to nearly seventy percent of the two hundred registrants.

During the introductory training days, Jiang Xubai was the only one who seriously complied with the department’s arrangements.

With the utmost respect for him, Jiang Shuyao shook her head, "I don’t understand it, just like you."

?

Somewhat disbelieving, Jiang Xubai stuttered and pointed at the air, "Aren’t the two of you...?"

"I didn’t ask, so he didn’t tell me."

Oh.

It turned out that even couples didn’t share everything; Jiang Xubai didn’t get his answer, but he did understand this principle.

As he turned to go back, Jiang Shuyao reminded him, "Be gentle with the slide; that’s the last of the boss chairs left in the entire base."

Just about to kick off, Jiang Xubai silently braked, looked around, and noticed the computers were outdated, the chairs were old-fashioned hard stools, half the light tubes were out, and most importantly, there was no air conditioning.

Early winter was approaching, followed by the bitter cold December. Without heating, it would be difficult to make it through the days.

It was only in a trance that Jiang Xubai realized this so-called base was genuinely poor.

That afternoon, Pei Yan came in from outside, dusty and travel-worn, bringing a group with him.

Twenty-eight seasoned members all glanced simultaneously at the closed conference room door, and then, in unison, turned their gaze towards the base’s only girl.

Jiang Shuyao felt a tingling on her scalp; if that guy didn’t stir up something soon, she would probably be honored with countless glances from these people every day.

Lately, Pei Yan had been very busy, and she saw the posture of someone starting a company and becoming a boss in him.

But this was a base, the school’s.

What exactly he was busy with, she was as curious as a cat scratching at her heart.

But she refrained from asking; sometimes, when curiosity spirals to a certain degree, and Pandora’s box opens, that’s when adrenaline surges with anticipation.

Inside, there was a meeting; outside, there was code-tapping.

On the seemingly harmonious surface, everyone had no idea what exactly they were typing.

Until that door opened, the rhythmic keyboard sounds paused for two brief seconds, then resumed.

Soon, a medium-sized truck parked outside the base, and the driver jumped down and shouted inside.

"Unloading will require an additional two hundred yuan for carrying fee, and for every ten minutes of overtime, an extra fifty. The recipient is listed as the boss; who here is the boss?"

What’s the situation?

Jiang Xubai took the lead, a few third-year seniors followed him to the doorway, gazing out in confusion.

"Get ready to unload the goods."

A slouchy voice, along with those long legs, walked past Jiang Shuyao, parted the crowd blocking the door, and headed towards the truck.

In the November weather, Pei Yan was wearing only a short-sleeved T-shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, revealing muscles that made onlookers stare.

"Fifty extra for every ten minutes of overtime, are you robbing me?"

Tall and lanky, he stood in front of the driver, hand in pocket, creating an eagle-and-chick vibe.

Probably no one on the scene had seen Pei Yan chewing gum while dealing with someone before.

Back in Yunzhong, Jiang Shuyao often only heard things through the grapevine.

But she could imagine the scene must be no different from this moment.

After Pei Yan said his piece, the driver wisely kept quiet. In the moving business, you see all kinds of people. At a glance, they could tell who wasn’t to be messed with.

Those who weren’t to be messed with, it wasn’t a matter of skimming a few bucks; the principle was to avoid if possible.

A truck full of goods.

No, it should be called hardcore equipment.

Sixty boss chairs with casters, sixty single-user desks, forty overclocked LCD computers, two upright variable-frequency air conditioners, and the remaining five large boxes of miscellaneous supplies.

The first reaction from the crowd was, did the kid pay for this out of his own pocket?

Rich people indeed.

But what Jiang Shuyao was thinking was, with such a big truckload of stuff, how long would it take to move it all?

Alright, she admitted that girls sometimes do think too small.

There were a total of twenty-nine men, all with arms and legs, unloading wasn’t a difficult task.

Jiang Shuyao stood at the door, watching them move things in, one by one, dry-eyed.

After moving the office desks, Jiang Xubai was so tired he started to take off his jacket.

Her guy was carrying two chairs on his shoulders, looking effortless as if they weighed nothing.

Jiang Shuyao walked over with a cup in hand, "Thirsty? Want some water?"

Pei Yan glanced at the disposable paper cup in her hand and smirked almost imperceptibly, "So you’re despising me like that."

The guys at the base weren’t in the habit of bringing their own water bottles, typically using paper cups for water and tossing them after.

She, on the other hand, did...

Jiang Shuyao blinked and defended herself, "I’d give you boiled water in a thermos, but what if it scalds you?"

Besides, being seen by others wouldn’t look good.

They might think the two were deliberately being lovey-dovey, showing off to all the singles.

In reality, she was overthinking it. The group, pale-faced and gasping for breath from exhaustion, seemed close to ascending to heaven; they couldn’t care less about whether she and Pei Yan were flaunting their affection.

Pei Yan tilted his chin, signaling her, "Hurry up, I’m thirsty."

"..."

Why wasn’t he thirsty when she didn’t ask?

And now he’s pushing his luck.

Jiang Shuyao, holding her beloved cute thermos, brought it to his lips, "Be careful, it’s hot."

Steam was billowing from inside, and just from the air, one could tell the water temperature was at least eighty degrees Celsius.

"Go get some cold water."

Huh?

She stood there, puzzled, "If the water is too cold, it affects the thermos’s ability to keep things warm later on."

Girls often have inexplicable ways of thinking.

Like now, Pei Yan understood his princess was showing typical signs of her intermittent OCD.

Only the last two fridges were left on the truck; too many helpers would be more of a hindrance, so two seniors hopped into the cargo compartment of the truck, put all their strength into it but couldn’t budge the items an inch.

Pei Yan was about to take off his gloves and head out when the lid of the cute thermos approached his mouth again, the girl’s clear eyes shone with tenderness.

"The water is in the lid, I blew on it a few times, shouldn’t be hot anymore, take a sip before you go move stuff."

Looking down from the lid to her delicate, fair fingers that had been applied with hand cream, a waft of faint fragrance emerged amidst the steam of hot water.

Before it was a milk scent, then green fruit, today it was honey, but no matter the change, it seemed fragrant and lively in someone’s eyes.

Seizing the moment when Jiang Xubai turned his back to fetch water, he lifted the lid, caught her slender fingers, and planted a heavy kiss on them.

Jiang Shuyao’s body stiffened, staring at him dumbly.

Pei Yan’s lips curved into a reckless smile, and he drank all the water in the lid in one gulp.

Forty degrees was just right, maintaining internal body balance. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

One degree more would be too fiery.

One degree less would be disdainful.

Before the princess, all the devil had in his mind was nonsense, and still nonsense.

After moving the whole truck, it was time for a meal.

Jiang Shuyao had just sat down for barely ten minutes when Jiang Xubai came in with washed hands, leaned back in the new chair comfortably, and let out a long breath.

"When he acts, he makes waves; I indeed wasn’t wrong about Boss Pei, he has unlimited prospects."

Listening intently, several third-year seniors walked past, rubbing their sore arms, signaling the two of them, "Get ready, the boss is treating us to dinner tonight, hotpot at Haidilao."

The boss?

Jiang Shuyao was slightly stunned.

Gradually realizing something, a hint of a smile surfaced in her serene eyes.