A Chan – CH 009

Chapter 9: Ah Chan’s Daily Life (1)

This was a three-story villa, as large as an estate. Li Weiyi was on the second floor, surrounded by stone carvings, jade carvings, sandalwood, and opulence, resplendence, and magnificence.

Voices, laughter, and the clatter of mahjong tiles drifted from the first floor.

A woman in her forties, wearing a white uniform and carrying a mop and bucket, walked by downstairs. Looking up at her, she smiled. “Ah Chan’s awake? Breakfast is warm; I’ll bring it out right away. Madam, Ah Chan’s awake!”

Li Weiyi gripped the handrail and slowly walked down the stairs.

A woman dressed in elegant attire emerged from a room, followed by three women of similar age. The woman appeared to be in her early forties, with very fair and beautiful skin, and dressed exquisitely. Upon seeing Li Weiyi, she looked at her with affection and grasped her hand.

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Li Weiyi recoiled in fright.

Wu Xinhui, surprised that her son had become so easily startled after waking up, assumed he was still shaken from falling into the water yesterday. She hugged him tenderly, saying, “Silly child, why are you pulling away? You’re always so awkward! Is something wrong?” She touched his forehead and, seeing no fever, breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, Li Weiyi regained her composure. She didn’t flinch but merely stiffly allowed the woman to hug and touch her. She recognized the person before her, thinking, “No wonder Zhang Jingchan is so beautiful; his mother is so pretty and elegant.”

However, she couldn’t bring herself to call her “Mom.” She only mumbled, “I’m fine, just a little sleepy. I’m sorry to have worried you.” Then she forced a smile.

Wu Xinhui released her in surprise and said to those around her, “This child, he’s so polite and well-mannered today, unlike his usual arrogant self, who ignores everyone.” Even so, she was still very happy and added, “It’s good that he’s alright; Mom is relieved.”

The women around her chimed in, “Sister Hui, look at what you’re saying. Ah Chan is always so sensible, much better than my son. Young people should have some character.”

“That’s right, don’t look at whose son Ah Chan is; he’s the son of Chairman Zhang and Sister Hui. He’s a dragon among men; how could he be anything but?”

“I’m so touched. Such a noble child, going into the water to save someone in this freezing weather, selflessly helping others. What excellent character! He deserves to be nominated for that ‘Touching China’ award!”

Although Wu Xinhui was overjoyed, she still shook her head: “What do I need him to save others for? As long as he’s safe and sound, thankfully, nothing happened; otherwise, I would have cried my eyes out.”

The women around her continued to comfort her, each looking at Li Weiyi with eyes as sweet as honey. A fine layer of goosebumps rose on Li Weiyi’s arms.

So this was what the young master’s daily life was like? Even if she were to pick up a brick and break a boulder on her chest now, these three ladies playing mahjong with Mrs. Zhang would surely praise her for her bravery, right?

From their conversation, Li Weiyi also learned that yesterday, Zhang Jingchan encountered a strange girl who had fallen into the water. The usually aloof and indifferent Zhang Jingchan, who never looked around, had inexplicably acted heroically and rescued the girl. He himself caught a cold and fever, took medicine, and slept all night. This morning, he woke up with his soul replaced by hers from eight years in the future!

The women fussed over her for a long time, asking after her well-being, before finally returning to the mahjong room. Li Weiyi breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, the nanny brought in breakfast. Feeling ravenous, she went to brush her teeth, secretly marveling at the exquisite and abundant breakfast on the table.

Wu Xinhui called out from the mahjong room, “Ah Chan, I asked Sister Liu to stew some bird’s nest for you. You should at least drink some to nourish yourself.”

Li Weiyi: “Oh…”

She stared at the clear, smooth broth in the milky-white porcelain bowl in front of her. She had never tried bird’s nest soup before. She took a sip; it was slightly sweet, but she didn’t feel anything special. She finished it in several large gulps.

The nanny, Sister Liu, was pleasantly surprised and exclaimed, “Madam, Madam, Ah Chan finished the whole bowl of bird’s nest!”

From the mahjong room came Wu Xinhui’s cheerful voice: “What’s wrong with this child today? He’s so polite and obedient. Before, no matter how I tried to persuade him, he wouldn’t drink it, insisting it was for women and that bird saliva was disgusting.”

Li Weiyi: “…”

A person nearby said, “Haha, Ah Chan is really funny. What’s so dirty about bird’s nest? Even emperors and concubines in ancient times drank it. Besides, boys need to take care of themselves, too. Ah Chan is handsome; if he drinks some bird’s nest, it’ll whiten his skin, making him even more handsome!”

Sister Liu also happily joined in: “The kitchen has stewed a pot; shall I get you another bowl?”

Li Weiyi: “No, no need, thank you, sister.” She finished with a sweet smile.

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Sister Liu stared at her in shock.

Li Weiyi immediately felt annoyed. She had been too smooth in calling a woman her age “sister.” It seemed she needed to be more careful in the future and not act so differently from Zhang Jingchan’s personality and behavior.

After breakfast, Li Weiyi went upstairs to get a coat, put her phone and wallet in her pocket, walked to the mahjong room door, hesitated for a moment, put her hands in her pockets, raised her chin, and coolly lowered her eyelids, saying, “I’m going out.”

Wu Xinhui was clearly used to this “normal” Zhang Jingchan and said, “By the way, you got your driver’s license, and your dad’s gift for you arrived. You weren’t feeling well yesterday, so you haven’t seen it yet; it’s in the garage.”

The three-person flattery group launched into another round of effusive praise, extolling how smart Zhang Jingchan was and how quickly she learned to drive. They also praised how generous her father, Chairman Zhang, was. Wu Xinhui listened with a smile, her eyes clear and bright, appearing to be a simple and happy woman.

Li Weiyi, however, was speechless. So this was the kind of social environment Zhang Jingchan grew up in? Tsk… I felt disgusted for him.

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Li Weiyi stood in front of a flashy red Ferrari, sighing inwardly.

However, remembering that Fuming Group was supposed to go bankrupt and be liquidated by the end of the year, and this car would definitely be auctioned off, she felt calm, looking at the Ferrari like a pile of junk.

A lively male voice came from behind: “Wow, Brother Chan, is this the new car your dad gave you? Not bad.”

Li Weiyi turned around and saw a tall, thin boy wearing a thick baseball jacket and sweatpants. What was most eye-catching was his hairstyle—short, frizzy hair. He was handsome and sunny. Li Weiyi recognized him; she remembered—the first time she saw Zhang Jingchan at headquarters, this boy was following behind him.

It turned out he was Zhang Jingchan’s childhood friend. Someone he’d trusted for so many years must be reliable.

Li Weiyi smiled at him.

Li Yunmo was startled, immediately clutching his chest, and said warily, “Why are you smiling so strangely? Are you going to hit me?” But thinking about it carefully, he hadn’t offended this devil recently.

This time, it was Li Weiyi’s turn to be slightly startled, and then she couldn’t help but chuckle. Li Yunmo was even more surprised, reaching out to touch her forehead, muttering, “You don’t have a fever; why are you smiling so lewdly…”

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Li Weiyi quickly pursed her lips, dodging his hand, her tone turning cold: “I’m fine.”

Li Yunmo looked at her suspiciously, then nodded in relief: “You must have lost your mind saving someone yesterday.”