A Chan – CH 010

Chapter 10: Ah Chan’s Daily Life (2)

Li Weiyi thought that since they were so close, she raised her fist and punched him hard. He screamed exaggeratedly, seemingly enjoying it.

Okay, Li Weiyi thought; now she knew how to deal with him.

Li Yunmo asked, “Are you really alright?”

Li Weiyi: “What could be wrong?” That’s the right way to be sarcastic.

Li Yunmo gave his brother a perfunctory inquiry, then his eyes were glued to the Ferrari again. His dad was Zhang’s father’s right-hand man, but his dad couldn’t just casually buy him a Ferrari.

“Brother Chan, drive it!”

Li Weiyi remained unmoved.

Nineteen-year-old Zhang Jingchan got her driver’s license. She did not.

Li Weiyi was in a hurry to see her sister. Seeing Li Yunmo lovingly caressing the Ferrari, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. She rubbed her temples and said, “I’m still a little dizzy; I don’t want to drive. Can you drive?”

Li Yunmo was shocked: “This little cutie’s first time…you are giving it to me?”

Li Weiyi: “…Yes, yes, yes, just tell me if you can drive or not!”

“Yes! Of course I can! We got our licenses together, right? Brother Chan, get in the car; let me show you my skills.”

The two got in the car, and at first, Li Yunmo indeed drove very flashy, flooring the accelerator, with the arrogant engine roar and strong recoil, and doing a few fake drifts and turns, leaving Li Weiyi dizzy and disoriented. But to maintain her persona, she even screamed a few times along with Li Yunmo, her face pale.

Pretending to be a person with delusions of grandeur was really too difficult!

Fortunately, after a few tries, Li Yunmo himself got dizzy, and the car gradually became more stable. On the way, they encountered traffic police checking their driver’s licenses. Li Yunmo had driven his own car that morning and carried his license with him. Li Weiyi quickly glanced at it, thus learning the idiot’s name.

The Li family lived in an old dormitory building owned by a work unit. They had bought a second-hand apartment on the ground floor. Li Yunmo parked his car outside her yard and exclaimed in surprise, “Isn’t this the house of the girl you saved yesterday? We even helped bring her here.” He looked at Li Weiyi and grinned mischievously, “Oh—”

Li Weiyi got out of the car, staring blankly at the old house she remembered.

Was the person Zhang Jingchan saved yesterday actually herself? Come to think of it, she did remember accidentally falling into a pond once in her second year of high school and being rescued. But at the time, she was dazed and only remembered that the person who saved her was a young boy; she hadn’t really seen his face. Later, her parents said that he had disappeared without a trace and never appeared again, so they couldn’t find anyone to thank him.

This person was actually Zhang Jingchan! So they had met so long ago. She owed him a life long ago, yet remained unaware.

Li Weiyi grew up in this house, and later, her parents also lived here. The building was over ten years old, with gray walls and a dark brown roof. Their home wasn’t large, just a two-bedroom apartment, but its square shape and bright interior were its strengths.

Beyond the door was a small courtyard. Mr. Li had woven a neat and beautiful bamboo fence. Mrs. Li grew some cabbage, peppers, and bitter melons in the yard, which were fresh and delicious. But now it was winter, and the yard was bare.

Li Weiyi stood outside the fence, looking through the window; she could see a figure inside.

Li Yunmo hesitated beside her: “Want to go in? Are you worried about that girl, or have you taken a liking to her? Come to think of it, I didn’t expect you to suddenly jump into the water yesterday.”

His words reminded Li Weiyi that she was currently inside Zhang Jingchan’s body; if she went in abruptly, her parents would be frightened. Visiting the rescued person was a good excuse.

Li Weiyi pulled out a hundred yuan from her wallet and handed it to Li Yunmo: “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m not interested in her. I just came to visit, and I thought I’d see it through. There’s a convenience store about fifty meters to the right of that building ahead. Go buy some milk and fruit; we can’t go empty-handed.”

Li Yunmo also felt that Zhang Jingchan couldn’t possibly be interested in that girl; he clearly had a girlfriend.

However, Li Yunmo looked at the hundred yuan with disdain: “Is that all?” He felt it was too little to give.

Li Weiyi: “That’s enough.” She still needed to return it to Zhang Jingchan later.

Li Yunmo took it, frowning: “What’s wrong with you today? You’re both effeminate and stingy.”

Li Weiyi: “…”

While waiting for Li Yunmo, Li Weiyi looked down at her body. At least 1.8 meters tall, her gaze was so far from the ground that she was a little unaccustomed to it; after all, she used to be only 1.6 meters tall. Black jacket, white hoodie, gray sweatpants, and a pair of oddly shaped Jordan sneakers.

She rushed to save her sister as soon as she woke up, without thinking deeply about many things. For example, could she turn back into herself? Could she return to eight years later? In other words, how long would she stay in 2014?

If she couldn’t go back immediately, she should try to portray him more convincingly to make things easier.

What was Zhang Jingchan like at nineteen?

Two faces flashed through Li Weiyi’s mind. One was the cold, aloof twenty-seven-year-old corporate president; the other was the youthful, arrogant boy she saw in the mirror this morning. She carefully considered that vibrant youthful energy and the restrained, mature charm of eight years later and seemed to have found a connection… Hmm, her face flushed slightly.

When Li Yunmo returned with his things, he saw his brother, Jingchan, leaning against the wall of the apartment building, hands in his pockets, one foot on the dusty wall, his face both sour and arrogant. But Li Yunmo had always been susceptible to this kind of thing; he thought his brother, Zhang Jingchan, was incredibly handsome and cool, which was why he willingly became his follower.

Li Yunmo eagerly went over: “Brother, I’ve bought it.”

Li Weiyi hummed in agreement, took the things, and led him to knock on the door.

The door opened.

A man in his forties appeared, of medium height, with handsome features but a worried look in his eyes.

He recognized them and hesitated: “You are…”

Yesterday, Zhang Jingchan brought Li Weiyi back from the nearby water, handed her over to them, and left. Mr. Li only caught a fleeting glimpse of him and didn’t get a good look.

Li Weiyi looked at her father, who looked seven or eight years younger, her eyes welling up with tears. She tried to hold back her tears and said, “Uncle, I saved Li Weiyi yesterday. I wanted to visit her today. Is she alright?”

A woman in her early forties stepped out from behind Mr. Li; it was Li Weiyi’s mother. She had always been slender and thin. Her eyes were red as she said, “It’s you! You left in such a hurry yesterday that I didn’t even have time to thank you, and now you’re coming to see Weiyi again? How can I accept this?” She then burst into tears.

Seeing her cry, Li Weiyi’s own tears welled up. She asked her father, “Why…why is she crying?”

Mr. Li sighed, “Sigh, come in.”

Li Weiyi and Li Yunmo followed her father into the room. A bizarre thought flashed through her mind—could it be that Zhang Jingchan had entered her body and couldn’t accept reality, going insane? Becoming withdrawn?

Surely not. She could quickly accept reality and actively change her fate. Zhang Jingchan was even more shrewd and decisive than her. Her parents were honest; it wouldn’t be difficult to fool them.

Young Li Weiyi had always shared a bedroom with her sister, two single beds. At this moment, her sister’s bed was empty; only seventeen-year-old Li Weiyi lay on it. Her eyes were closed, her face pale with an unnatural flush, and her hands clenched into fists over her chest.

Li Weiyi froze; the feeling of looking at herself was truly strange. She asked, “What’s wrong?”

Mr. Li replied, “Yesterday we went to the hospital for a checkup, and they said everything was fine, so we came back. But Weiyi hasn’t woken up since today; no matter how much we call her, she won’t wake up, and she hasn’t eaten anything. I just called the doctor from the clinic next door, and he said she has a slight fever, probably from being frightened, which is why she’s so sleepy. He gave her a fever-reducing injection and told us to observe her further. That’s why her mother is so worried.”

Li Weiyi familiarly pulled over a chair from the desk, sat down on the edge of the bed, and stared at that incredibly familiar face.

Seventeen years old, her cheeks still had baby fat, her skin was fair and rosy, and she still looked very young. Her eyelashes didn’t move; she was fast asleep.

Has Zhang Jingchan come into this body?

Or was she the only one who came? Before her was the still seventeen-year-old Li Weiyi. Was it her arrival that caused her to fall into a coma?

Li Weiyi gently took the small hand of the person in front of her, clasped it with both hands, and gazed at the other person with tenderness and worry, lost in anxious thought.

The three people behind her: “…”

Mrs. Li immediately nudged Mr. Li, and Li Yunmo whistled.

Mr. Li’s face turned red and then pale: “Young man, let go of her hand!”