When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 212: Confession

On such a night, the faint fragrance from the girl’s hair lingered in his nose, and she appeared quite different in her anger than at other times.

That’s exactly why Pei Yan always liked to tease her.

Because seeing her frustrated and restrained was a kind of enjoyment.

Amidst the fireworks, Pei Yan reached out and pulled her over, lazily asking her, "How much money is in the red envelope?"

Jiang Shuyao hummed twice, "Don’t know, didn’t count."

There was a moment of silence above her, and then his other hand began to search within the lining of his coat.

Curious, she watched him, wondering what he could produce from inside.

Under the girl’s clear gaze, Pei Yan slowly pulled out a red envelope and handed it to her.

What does this mean.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t understand.

The night sky burst into blooming fireworks, dazzling and beautiful.

She saw the corners of his eyes curve up with a tender smile, and his generous palm patted her head, "This is the New Year’s money for my little friend. You’ll have it every year from now on."

Jiang Shuyao muttered, "Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Who gives red envelopes among peers?

The man, without allowing any objection, placed the red envelope into her down jacket’s hood, "Keep it well, I allow you to have your own little treasury."

"..."

Look at that aged and bossy tone.

Jiang Shuyao swatted the hand off her shoulder, "Who are you looking down on? My private savings would scare you to death if I told you."

"Really? Then why did you buy your old man underwear for nine-ninety-nine last time?"

She nearly passed out.

Nine-ninety-nine?

Jiang Shuyao calmly explained, "I went to a lingerie store with my roommate once. They had a promotion, three ladies’ undergarments with one free for men. Since I was the only one in the dorm with a boyfriend, they all..."

Exactly three in total.

At this point, he should understand, right?

And it wasn’t nine-ninety-nine anyway, she checked the original price, at least it was in the double digits.

She wasn’t familiar with men’s stuff and didn’t know what price would be considered good.

The girl, embarrassed, watched as Pei Yan laughed so hard that his chest shook.

"It’s okay, Princess. Whatever you give, even if it’s picked from a garbage heap, I’m happy to wear it."

She argued back with flushed cheeks, "It wasn’t nine-ninety-nine!"

"Yes, it wasn’t."

"It really wasn’t."

The man continued nodding, his face full of indulgent laughter, clearly not believing her.

Jiang Shuyao closed her eyes.

What good would it do him to anger her during the New Year’s celebration?

*

After the third day of the New Year, the lively atmosphere gradually cooled down.

Last night, Tang Xing had been eager to open a video call with her, and when it came to Chen Jin, she was unbelievably spirited.

"Yaoyao, I’ve decided I can’t drag this out any longer, I have to find a time to settle things with that jerk."

Jiang Shuyao’s eyelid twitched, "What settlement, calm down."

"Hey, don’t overthink it, I value my life highly."

After pausing, Tang Xing turned serious, "I plan to confess to him."

?!

There was a brief silence in the air.

Jiang Shuyao asked hesitantly, "When?"

Speaking of time, there was more to say.

For this reason, Tang Xing had even consulted a fortune teller; the day before the Lantern Festival happened to be Valentine’s Day, a great opportunity to express one’s true feelings and secure a good match.

She wasn’t superstitious; it was just that the fortune teller didn’t make much money in a day, and she was overwhelmed with sympathy. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

So even if she was rejected on the spot, at least she had someone to vent to, someone she could scream at and curse to death, that liar.

Shuyao knew that although Tang Xing spoke lightly, her heart was more anxious and uneasy than ever before when doing anything else.

Sometimes, as long as a thin layer of paper was between two people, they could still feign ignorance and pretend to know nothing.

But once that was pierced, no one could predict the final outcome.

She had to admit, Tang Xing was much braver than her when it came to matters of the heart.

On the evening of Valentine’s Day, Seaside City’s plaza was packed with balloons around it. Near the mall entrance, many people had gathered to watch a band perform on the street.

Zhong Yuan wore a plaid shirt with a black jacket over it and his hair had grown longer than before the new year. He held a guitar and covered the song "Father’s Prose Poetry." On this night full of deep affection, his androgynous voice moved many to tears.

Tang Xing, touching her tears, held a large bouquet of red roses as she sat next to Jiang Shuyao by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor.

"Suddenly, I feel so guilty toward my dad."

"Whoo-whoo, he raised me all this time, and in the end, I have to go chase after another man."

"But I can’t help it, I’m so hopeless, when I like someone, I like them to death, I can’t even sleep well."

Shuyao just listened quietly, not knowing how to comfort such a bold yet timid warrior.

This was the first time she had seen someone who managed to cry before making her confession.

Perhaps the crying was too pitiful; Chen Jin, who was about to go to the tattoo shop when he stepped out of the elevator, stopped right at the corner.

The scene before him reminded him of a horror movie.

Two best friends planning to jump off a building.

As if sensing something, the two figures by the window turned their heads together, looking at him.

Uh.

Chen Jin rubbed his eyes, were these his own people?

"What, what are you guys up to?" He felt unexplainably weak at the knees, not daring to go closer.

Especially seeing that chubby girl’s ghostly make-up and the blood-red bouquet of roses in her hand made his scalp tingle.

"Go on, Xing Xing," Jiang Shuyao murmured a reminder.

Tang Xing snapped back to reality and quickly stood up from the ground, walking towards him.

Chen Jin’s teeth ached, and he subconsciously stepped back twice.

What, what does she want to do?

Only when she approached did he notice that Tang Xing’s face was covered with tears; he furrowed his brow and asked, "What’s the matter, been bullied?"

"Yeah."

"Who is it, I’ll help you vent."

Tang Xing broke into a sob-and-smile, "Not sure yet, if he agrees later, then it won’t count as bullying me."

Chen Jin stared at the flowers in her hand. After so many years of playing the field, he almost instantly realized what was to come.

"Chubby girl, you know that I—"

"I like you." Tang Xing held back her smile, interrupting him.

The air stilled for a few seconds, then she continued, "Actually, when I first got to know you in high school, I despised you from the bottom of my heart."

"Bad grades, couldn’t win a fight, always the first to run when trouble came, a typical loser."

Goddammit, was this a confession or an insult?

Chen Jin was dumbstruck.

Tang Xing sniffled, tears rolling down once more, "But then one day, I heard some boys talking bad about you behind your back, and I actually wanted to rush up and kick that guy twice, tell me why."

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Wen Lin came out. Seeing this, she paused for a few seconds before calmly walking past them.

After all, she was a person weathered through storms in the entertainment industry, such scenes were like child’s play to her.

As the sound of footsteps faded, Chen Jin coughed awkwardly, then regained his usual carefree demeanor.

"Tang Xing."

This time calling her by her name.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a drag, and slowly exhaled.

Through the thin smoke, Chen Jin smiled, "Before I answer your question, tell me first."

What?

He asked with a dark face, "The names of those people talking bad about me behind my back, what are they?"

"..."