When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 202: Grinding Me Down Sooner or Later

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Grinding Me Down Sooner or Later

At first, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t believe it, not until she entered the hotel room where Pei Yan laid out two invitations from Zhuo Cubic in front of her, and her eyes widened in astonishment.

Zhuo Cubic was the private gallery of Master Zongnan, a grandmaster in the art world. It opened only once a year, and the timing was never fixed. Many artists would give their all for a chance to behold the master’s lifework, but unfortunately, the invitations were almost priceless.

The things money can’t buy often feel more sacred.

In Pei Yan’s eyes, that old man was just going round and round with a few landscape paintings, nothing really impressive. However, since it was his Princess’s idol, no matter how much he didn’t care for it, he wouldn’t dare to openly disrespect it.

Jiang Shuyao stared blankly at the invitation until the slippers and socks on her feet were removed, snapping her back to reality.

"I bought you a pair of shoes, try them on and see if they fit."

Pei Yan held her fair and delicate ankles, picked up a nude high heel from the side, and gently slid it over her beautifully arched foot.

The girl’s feet were delicate and cute, and to prevent her from getting cold, he had already turned up the room’s heating a few degrees.

After a brief surprise, Jiang Shuyao saw the man’s eyebrows and eyes soften considerably, and her heartbeat slowly became as warm as the temperature rising from her ankles.

In a soft voice, she asked, "When did you buy them, I didn’t see?"

He had been with her all day in the mall, with no time to do anything else.

The only explanation was...

"These shoes were custom-made for your birthday last year, along with that dress," Pei Yan said as he fit the other shoe on her, checking from both sides, and they fit just right.

Jiang Shuyao wore high heels for the first time, and they were much more comfortable than she imagined. However, standing on the plush carpet made getting up a bit wobbly.

He steadied her by the waist, helping her keep her balance.

The heels weren’t too high, nor did they pinch her feet. She took a few careful steps, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Satisfied, Jiang Shuyao sat back on the edge of the bed and revisited her earlier question, "If they were bought last year, why only give them to me now?"

"It has a different meaning."

"What’s different?"

The girl drilled down with her questions.

Pei Yan, still in a half-kneeling position, looked up at her with a playful glint in his eyes, but remained silent.

Her first dress and first pair of high heels as an adult both came from the same man, and not just that, every new thing she would try in the future must also be handled only by him.

He knew this was a morbid possessiveness, like the first love issue at the mall during the day, something most men wouldn’t care about, yet he was exceptionally persistent.

His long silence made Jiang Shuyao unbearably curious.

Why aren’t you saying anything, feeling embarrassed?

The word embarrassed simply doesn’t exist in Boss Pei’s dictionary.

The girl watched him intently, full of anticipation, looking incredibly well-behaved.

Pei Yan smiled faintly, took off her high heels, and placed them neatly back in the box.

What is so different after all?

She was dying of curiosity. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

As he prepared to get up, Jiang Shuyao, in a burst of urgency, stretched out her foot to stop him. Her foot slipped on his thigh, and then... touched that place.

The man grabbed her foot, "Trying to murder your husband, huh?"

He looked up with a headache to see her eyes, wet and innocent.

He really wanted to **** her.

Feeling guilty for doing something wrong was inevitable.

Her face turned red as she tried to retract her foot, but he held on tight.

Everyone says an arm is no match for a thigh, but with his powerful hands, Pei Yan effortlessly moved the girl’s feet back to their original position.

"Stand on them more if you’re going to, what’s the skill in just touching them, hmm?" he muttered, an obvious restless desire suppressed in his voice.

"I just did it by accident, you—don’t be so aggressive, I’m really tired, I want to sleep," she mumbled, head bowed, cheeks burning like fire, eyes reddening and on the verge of tears, "Pei Yan, can you let go, please?"

In certain matters, Jiang Shuyao was truly exceptionally sensitive.

Just like that night at the villa some time ago, it had affected her for a long period afterward.

She felt so ashamed that her eyelashes trembled.

He was the man she liked, after all, and Pei Yan, seeing the girl in this state, felt somewhat reluctant.

He cursed under his breath, slowly released the strength in his hands, and bent down to kiss her smooth instep: "How can you be so timid, Princess? You’ll wear me out eventually."

Pei Yan picked up her socks, and as he helped her put them on, silence filled the space beneath his eyes, where emotions were still dark and unsettled.

The night was deep and quiet, the hotel’s soundproofing was good, even if people passed by the corridor, no sound would be heard inside.

She sensed his deep slow breaths and empathized with his discomfort.

Surely, doing that kind of thing at the age of nineteen or twenty wouldn’t be too much?

Jiang Shuyao looked dazedly towards the ceiling.

Tonight, she had actively asked to share a blanket with him, and before sleeping, she soothingly whispered in his ear, "I’ve never had a crush on anyone since I was little; you are the first person I’ve liked."

The first person one likes is their first love.

After saying so, Jiang Shuyao turned her back, revealing a faint dimple on her cheek.

That large hand wrapped around her waist, his warm chest pressing up against her, and she faintly heard him chuckle softly.

"Princess, happy birthday."

...

On the day Zhuo Cubic Gallery opened, the weather was not in favor.

The spotty rain made the entire gallery appear cold and hazy; the two of them presented their invitations, led by the staff all the way to the main hall.

Dozens of oil paintings were hung along the corridor, not from the hand of Master Zongnan, many seemed to represent the breakthrough works of the new generation.

This slightly surprised Jiang Shuyao, visiting for the first time, feeling different from the rumors.

The exhibition hall was not large; standing at the entrance, one could take it all in at a glance.

The most eye-catching was the "Jiyue Pavilion" displayed on the central high platform.

An eight-foot ink wash landscape painting depicted a deep night scene with clouds and moon.

An early standout work from Master Zongnan, it broke through the limitations of traditional Chinese painting that couldn’t render light sensation, claiming an effortless position in the nightscapes of ink wash.

Although her heart was shaken, Jiang Shuyao dared not linger.

She worried that one day this guy beside her would unexpectedly bring the painting right before her.

The "Xici" was already at home; if she added the "Jiyue Pavilion," it would be too much to handle.

Zongnan was a senior she greatly respected, a little mystique would be nice.

Remembering some past events, Jiang Shuyao felt a mix of laughter and tears.

"Take your time, Princess, I’m going to go say hello to some people," Pei Yan patted her head and walked inside.

She didn’t ask any questions, guessing that the person Pei Yan mentioned was the one who gave them the tickets.

This time, adding up all the paintings from Master Zongnan, there were only five, not many, but each one worthy of careful contemplation.

Whether it was the artistic conception or the technical skill, it was enough for Jiang Shuyao to admire for months without eating or drinking.

But all the inner excitement halted abruptly when she inadvertently glanced at something as she passed a corner, and her gaze froze solidly in place.