When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 188: The Princess’s Limited Capacity for Endurance

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: The Princess’s Limited Capacity for Endurance

Having resolved her roommate’s problem, Jiang Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief, turned off her phone, and lifted her head.

A shadow blocked her view.

The clear and cold light in Pei Yan’s eyes fell on her face, with a subtly complex emotion hidden in their depths.

"Is the meal ready?"

"Yes."

Jiang Shuyao stood up from the ground, ready to walk towards the front yard when he stretched out his large hand and wrapped it around her waist, "Princess."

Their breaths were audible.

At such a distance, it was either a fight or a kiss.

She tilted her head back slightly without a trace, her face red as she asked, "What are you doing?"

See, just a small tease and she’s blushing.

His princess had a limited capacity for psychological endurance; she couldn’t handle Xu Kanfeng’s words.

But in the blink of an eye.

Pei Yan’s inherent masculinity got the better of him and he still said, "Let’s go back to school early tomorrow morning, okay?"

She had no class on Monday morning, and from an objective standpoint, there was no problem.

Knowing someone’s temper all too well, Jiang Shuyao did not refuse outright. Instead, she smiled and asked, "Won’t you be bored spending the whole day in the villa?"

"No."

"Then how shall we spend the time?"

Pei Yan pretended to think for a moment, "Watering plants, baking cakes, or I could write some code while you paint, and in the evening... we could watch a movie together."

The breeze was gentle, brushing across the girl’s cheeks, and her air fringe fluttered lightly.

With each phrase Young Master Pei uttered, the curve of her lips deepened.

Watering plants, writing code, painting...

It was rare for him to conjure up such normal images in his mind.

Chen Jin and He Qingzhou’s gifts had arrived at the school a few days earlier, meaning Pei Yan had made plans in advance and wanted to spend a birthday alone with her this year.

Remembering her return from Seaside City last year, it had been his birthday, yet he had meticulously set up a studio as a gift for her.

To say she was not moved would be a lie.

But at that time, Jiang Shuyao did not dare to believe that one day in the future, she would really be with this paranoid and passionate boy before her.

Turning twenty, a significant and special day in one’s life.

The best gift she could give him, aside from being together through thick and thin, was trust and companionship.

Jiang Shuyao quietly lifted her gaze, her eyes landing on his sexy chin, and on tiptoes, she gently pressed her lips to it.

"I’ll make you a cake tonight."

Although it was her first time, it was very meaningful.

The large hand at her waist tightened slightly, and Pei Yan’s eyes darkened as he looked at her, his voice hoarse, "Okay."

After lunch, while Pei Yan was upstairs, Jiang Shuyao rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen.

The steps for making a cake, she had only glanced over hurriedly online, and when she actually started the process, she realized the true meaning of "easier said than done."

The idea was beautiful, but after the third failed attempt and not knowing what to do next, she had no choice but to ask the chef of the villa for help.

The chef was a middle-aged man, a master at cooking, and making desserts was no trouble for him.

Jiang Shuyao was very diligent in learning, even taking out her phone to make notes for the complicated parts, so she wouldn’t forget the next time.

When the cake was put in the oven, the girl’s cautious and unwavering gaze made the chef laugh, "Don’t be nervous, making it this far means you’ve already succeeded more than half."

Really?

Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

From behind her came a rustling noise, and when she turned around, she was met with a baffling scene.

The chef stood in front of the window, with his back to her, muttering to himself while making the sign of the cross from his forehead to his chest, and then from one shoulder to the other.

Jiang Shuyao stiffened, not daring to make a sound for a long time.

Only after the chef had finished praying did she purse her lips and asked what she believed to be a polite question, "Were you saying a prayer for someone in your family?"

The chef shook his head, a pained expression on his face, "A few days ago, Aunt Fu was washing vegetables here when she suddenly passed away from a heart attack."

"Today is the seventh day since Aunt Fu’s passing, and she was a faithful Christian. She was kind and pleasant. If she misses us all, she would surely come back to see."

"..."

At 7 p.m., the villa was unusually quiet.

Jiang Shuyao’s heartbeat, beyond the control of her brain, gradually quickened.

She had never believed in those things, just like Uncle Pei, who was not a person inclined toward feudal superstition.

But why would the chef be?

It was her first meeting with them, so Jiang Shuyao didn’t feel it was her place to judge.

Soon, the cake was ready, and after she had thanked them, she took the cake upstairs.

Her footsteps echoed on the staircase, her entire being seeming to float, and without preamble, she pushed open the door to the study.

The sound of keystrokes was especially clear in the room.

Jiang Shuyao quickly shook her head to clear it and calmly set the cake on the table.

Under the light, the girl’s expression appeared somewhat odd.

Pei Yan turned off the computer and pulled her toward him, touching her cheek, "What’s wrong?"

To tell or not to tell?

If she spoke out, would this guy lash out at the chef and cause them to lose their job for no good reason?

Jiang Shuyao tried to sober up and asked nonchalantly, "Do you know Aunt Fu?"

Aunt Fu.

The person in front of her fell into thought.

She watched him nervously, not knowing what to expect.

Pei Yan shifted his position and looked toward the now-dark computer screen, speaking indifferently, "I have a vague impression."

"Why do you suddenly ask?"

Jiang Shuyao forced a taut smile, "Oh, just curious."

She lit the candles and pulled him over to make a wish.

The guy went through the motions of the ritual as if it was just a formality year after year.

Even his wish did not seem as sincere as it had under the shooting stars on Furi Mountain.

He would rather believe in meteors than in his own birthday.

The cake wasn’t large, mostly she watched him eat it, bite by bite.

Young Master Pei really went all out to please her.

Jiang Shuyao noted the gesture, her heart brimming with happiness. Just this once; he surely would not indulge in desserts again after this.

"Does your house have a projector?"

"Mhm."

"Let’s watch a movie then, the ones Xu Kanfeng sent over. There are quite a few good sci-fi ones among them."

Pei Yan paused as he stood up, then asked, "Are you sure?"

Seeing his half-smiling face, suddenly... she wasn’t.

Jiang Shuyao involuntarily thought of Aunt Fu.

"Not sci-fi then, let’s watch an animation," she changed her mind impulsively, feeling that a heartwarming film would be more conducive to sleep late at night.

There was a room in the villa that Pei Yan had specifically converted into a game room when he was younger. It was bare except for the large-screen TV wall and the mountainous pile of game controllers in a cabinet, all testaments to his unrestrained, youthful spirit.

The wall lights were soft, quite suitable for watching movies.

Jiang Shuyao still wasn’t satisfied and turned on a brighter ceiling light.

She sat cross-legged on the carpet, diligently sifting through a box of animated films; the underfloor heating in the villa made even the bitter winter night feel warm.

Pei Yan walked in after finishing a phone call, saw the girl engrossed in choosing DVDs, stepped over with his long legs, leaned down to pick up the box in front of her, and tossed it into the adjacent game cabinet.

"You shouldn’t watch these."

With that, he took out a USB drive from his pocket, plugged it into the projector, and soon dozens of film titles were displayed on the TV wall, with a wide variety, both old and new.

Yet Jiang Shuyao had seen the majority of them.

She turned her head away sullenly, eyeing him with suspicion, "Why not watch the ones from Xu Kanfeng?"

Everyone has a curious heart.

Especially when it comes to the things that are hardest to get, that’s when the desire to possess them grows the strongest.

Tonight, Jiang Shuyao is determined to confront Pei Yan to the bitter end.