When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 201: First Love Problems

The essence of happiness doesn’t lie in the outcome but in the process.

The day before Christmas, the entire base was more relaxed than ever because the furniture website project that had lasted over two months had finally concluded this morning.

After handing over the source code, Jiang Xubai had booked a hotpot restaurant on his phone in advance and took a screenshot to go ask Boss Pei for reimbursement, when he unexpectedly overheard the following conversation.

The boss’s wife said, "While shopping later, I want to buy a bag."

Boss replied, "No problem, buy whatever you want."

Not bad, quite manly.

Jiang Xubai nodded to himself.

The boss’s wife added, "But I don’t know how much a bag costs."

Boss shrugged, "I don’t know either, we’ll figure it out when we get there."

What?

Jiang Xubai thought he had misheard. Had they never bought one before? Were they that stingy?

The boss’s wife continued, "The money you gave me last time should be enough."

Boss laughed, "It’s okay if it’s not enough, I have more in another card."

Looks quite generous after all.

Jiang Xubai felt his inner emotions were a bit too dramatic today.

Probably because the project had ended and he was genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, he heard the boss’s wife’s voice again, "Don’t touch the money in your card, it’s earned with your life, I can’t bear to use it."

Boss paused for a moment, then touched the girl’s hair, "That’s nothing, Princess is more important than my life."

Jiang Xubai: "..."

Caught off-guard, he was somewhat tearful.

A man who earns money at the risk of his life just to buy a bag for the person he loves—he hadn’t expected Boss Pei to be so deeply affectionate.

Such a loyal and loving person is worth following.

Jiang Xubai sighed, put away his phone, and turned to leave.

Boss needs to earn money to provide for his wife, probably wouldn’t have much left after buying the bag.

Well, it’s just a meal of hotpot, he’ll pay for it.

During the celebratory feast, they ate and drank heartily. Knowing it was the boss’s wife’s birthday today, Boss was busy attending to her closely. They tactfully did not disturb them, but still, when it came to toasting, they poured an extra two glasses of wine at the side. Whether people showed up was secondary; the ceremonial sense had to be fully observed.

However, a man and a woman wandering in the shopping mall at that moment were close to despair.

After nearly four hours of shopping and looking at his empty hands, Pei Yan soulfully asked, "Princess, did you like any of those?"

There was a bench nearby, and Jiang Shuyao listlessly walked over to sit down, "They all look pretty good, just didn’t feel like buying anything."

Only today did she realize that she had a severe phobia of making choices.

Especially when it came to shopping, it was particularly evident.

However, using somebody else’s way of thinking, the fundamental reason she couldn’t make a choice wasn’t the difficulty of decision-making, but rather that none of the items had enough appeal to the owner.

Of course, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t tolerate that their first date in the form of shopping would end up fruitless.

"Let’s just pick this one," the girl said happily, pointing at a display window nearby, her face relaxed.

Pei Yan silently stared at the bag for a while.

He squinted.

Isn’t this just the first store we visited when we entered the mall?

There’s a saying, the man a woman can never forget in her lifetime is always her first love.

It seems to apply to shopping too.

As if completing a task, Jiang Shuyao breathed out and was about to walk into the store, but was pulled back by the person beside her.

What’s wrong?

She looked at him, not understanding.

Pei Yan felt a tightness in his throat but still had to ask, "Princess, am I your first love?"

She paused slightly.

What a weird question.

Was he not going to buy it if he wasn’t her first love?

Jiang Shuyao blinked and irritably counter-asked, "Don’t you have any idea whether you’re my first love?"

"No clue."

"..."

She was about to explode with anger.

The atmosphere was no longer as pleasant as before.

Damn, her brain must have malfunctioned today.

Pei Yan suddenly came to his senses and pulled the girl into the store, "I was just asking casually, don’t take it to heart."

He thought that was what she was upset about?

Jiang Shuyao really wanted to crack open his skull and see what was inside.

Usually as cunning as a fox, but clueless at critical moments.

After buying the bag, they still decided to watch a movie that evening.

Unexpectedly, the two adults chose an animated version of "Snow White."

"Why not watch the live-action version?"

Pei Yan’s answer was, "It’s too brutal, too dark, not suitable for you."

Oh.

Jiang Shuyao accepted the explanation.

The animated version was indeed beautifully romantic. Not many people bought tickets, and throughout the entire show, Jiang Shuyao was the one watching especially attentively.

The story mainly revolved around Snow White and the seven dwarfs’ friendship, the Prince’s part, in her opinion, was dispensable.

But she dared not let the guy next to her know this thought.

Otherwise, just like the last time he got jealous over Zhong Yuan, he would definitely say, "What, in the Princess’s heart, your own man can’t compare to seven dwarfs, right?"

This kind of loaded question, if answered well, could be lightly laughed off; if answered poorly, it would lead to another ordeal.

When they left the movie theater, it had already grown dark, and the next plan was to head back to school.

At the mall intersection, a silver-gray sports car with hazard lights flashing had been parked for quite a while.

Pei Yan walked over with a lazy smile and caught the keys tossed by He Qingzhou, "Thanks."

"No worries."

Having driven so many sports cars, it was still Old He’s that felt the most comfortable.

He Qingzhou smiled at the girl and turned his head to glance at the shopping bag in Brother Yan’s hand.

Rare to see you shopping.

"How are you getting back?"

"An alumni is nearby, I’ll hitch a ride with them."

Since the last meeting, He Qingzhou seemed to have become much more stable.

Once, she overheard Chen Jin saying Old He was recently starting a business, apparently related to new media operations. In any case, as Jiang Shuyao saw it, investing money in legitimate business was definitely better than squandering it in eating, drinking, and merriment.

On the way back, she asked Pei Yan, "This car, has it been in an accident before?"

The person casually answered, "No, just banned from the road for speeding for six months."

Banned for six months.

Jiang Shuyao frowned, wondering how severe the speeding had to be to lead to that.

She didn’t dare ask for specific reasons.

Half a year back calculating, the time when Pei Yan violated traffic laws coincided with the days she had suggested breaking up.

Subconsciously, she believed that he might have been emotionally driving at the time.

Driving while emotional is very dangerous. She didn’t know if he had been drinking, but whatever the case, she could only find a chance to covertly ask Chen Jin and the others later.

The sports car sped on the elevated highway, the guy hardly followed the navigation, insisting on choosing the slowest and farthest route.

She just got her beloved car back, she could understand his feeling.

But gradually, as the surroundings became increasingly unfamiliar, Jiang Shuyao realized this was not the route back to school.

"Where are you taking me?"

"A nice place."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out,

"I’m not going."

Pei Yan chuckled softly.

His tone was filled with faint helplessness.

"Princess, don’t think of your boyfriend as some kind of human trafficker, I’m not going to sell you."

After saying this, he handed her his phone, "Tomorrow morning at nine, Zhuo Cubic Gallery Center opens, we’ll head there tonight so you can sleep in a bit more tomorrow."

Hearing Zhuo Cubic, Jiang Shuyao was slow to react.

Which Zhuo Cubic?

It couldn’t be...