A Chan – CH 030

Chapter 30: Who Is the First Wife (2)

After using the bathroom, Li Weiyi saw Zhang Jingchan emerge from the bedroom, and her eyes lit up.

The girl was slender and petite, wearing a white sweatshirt with blue trim. She wore gray-blue sweatpants, looking very fresh and cute.

However, the girl’s expression revealed a calmness and coldness incongruous with her age.

Li Weiyi exclaimed sincerely, “So beautiful! Cute! And so cool! How did you manage to blend these two completely different styles so perfectly?”

Zhang Jingchan walked out, saying, “I think it’s just so-so.”

Li Weiyi chased after him, saying, “Mr. Zhang is too modest.”

Zhang Jingchan stopped, one hand in his pocket, and looked up at her. She very considerately bent down, bringing her face closer and smiling at him.

Zhang Jingchan stared at the incredibly familiar face before him. For the first time, he saw such a radiant smile on that face. He was momentarily stunned and almost unconsciously raised his hand to pat her cheek, saying, “So thick-skinned?”

Li Weiyi grinned. “Ah, whose face is this? It’s Mr. Zhang’s face.”

Zhang Jingchan snorted coldly and walked out the door, but a smile remained in his eyes.

Seeing that villa from his memory again, Zhang Jingchan was lost in thought for a moment. Years later, he had returned here; the villa had been auctioned off. Perhaps out of bad luck, the new owner changed the gate, completely transformed the garden, and refurbished the entire house with stone cladding—it looked like a completely different house.

But now, the house remained the same. A row of his favorite orange trees grew in front of the house; every clump of flowers and plants was handpicked by his mother…

In fact, he could picture every corner of the house with his eyes closed.

The more he thought about it, the colder Zhang Jingchan’s expression became. He parked the Ferrari in the garage, and Li Weiyi asked, “Are you mentally prepared? They are both doing fine now.”

Zhang Jingchan forced a smile. Yes, they were both fine, one oblivious to the catastrophe that was about to unfold at the end of the year, the other blindly arrogant.

Li Weiyi walked to the door of the mahjong room, where a lively atmosphere filled the air. She called out, “Mom, come out for a second; an important friend of mine is here.”

Zhang Jingchan sat down on the sofa. The nanny, Sister Liu, came over and asked, “Hello, what would you like to drink? Coffee, milk, black tea, or green tea—we have them all.”

Zhang Jingchan softly called out, “Sister Liu.”

Sister Liu was taken aback.

Zhang Jingchan: “Longjing tea, thank you.”

Sister Liu: “Oh…”

Seeing the young-looking girl on the sofa, Wu Xinhui was startled.

Li Weiyi pulled Wu Xinhui down to sit, saying, “This is a very good friend of mine. I brought ‘her’ back today so you can meet ‘her.'”

Wu Xinhui didn’t care much about social status when it came to her son’s future wife. They had started from scratch, and as long as she had good character and her son liked her, that was enough. But this girl sitting so formally in front of her looked a little too young, didn’t she? She should be…an adult, right?

Wu Xinhui forced a smile. “Hello, welcome to my home. Ah Chan is so impulsive; he didn’t even tell me beforehand, so I could arrange our hospitality. Sister Liu, cut some fruit, and get some snacks and drinks.”

Zhang Jingchan looked up, gazing at the radiant face he remembered, and said, “Hello.”

Wu Xinhui felt something was off about the girl’s eyes; they were slightly red, revealing complex emotions. Wu Xinhui didn’t know why, but suddenly felt a pang of sadness. She said, “I don’t know why, but the moment I saw you, I felt you were a good child.” Then she gave a genuine, loving smile.

Zhang Jingchan turned his head away, letting out a very soft breath, his back as straight as a slender pine tree. Li Weiyi, used to his aloof composure, was seeing this emotional fluctuation for the first time.

Even a CEO who could shoulder immense debt was still a child who missed his mother.

Li Weiyi sighed inwardly and smiled, “Mom, come sit down; let’s sit closer and talk.”

Wu Xinhui was taken aback; this boy had never been so ingratiating with a girl before. She had no choice but to sit down next to the girl.

Li Weiyi thought, “I’m leaving in three days anyway; why worry so much?” She grabbed Wu Xinhui’s hand and placed it on top of Zhang Jingchan’s. Wu Xinhui chuckled awkwardly, “You silly child…” She tried to pull her hand away, but the girl gripped it tightly. Wu Xinhui was stunned.

However, only a moment later, Zhang Jingchan released Wu Xinhui’s hand, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and said, “Go play mahjong; thanks for the hospitality. Don’t play too late; remember to rest.”

Wu Xinhui stared blankly into the girl’s dark eyes, somewhat lost in thought: “Okay, okay, thank you for your concern… Ah Chan, take good care of your girlfriend.”

Li Weiyi: “Okay!”

Just as Wu Xinhui entered the card room, two people walked in, calling out, “Ah Chan,” “Ah Chan.”

Li Yunmo led Cheng Ruiyan in.

Li Weiyi’s face stiffened, and her tongue suddenly felt numb.

Li Yunmo had been smiling broadly; Cheng Ruiyan had insisted on coming to the Zhang family residence with him, and with such a beautiful woman’s request, he had agreed. After all, she was his wife. But when he saw the girl sitting on the sofa, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him—he was doomed! Brother Chan was going to beat him to death.

Cheng Ruiyan, seeing their stiff expressions and then looking at the girl on the sofa, guessed what had happened, and her face slowly turned pale. Only Zhang Jingchan, the girl at the center of the storm, picked up a cup of fine Longjing tea, took a small sip, placed it on the coffee table, and slowly leaned back, “her” hand resting on the sofa armrest. “She” glanced indifferently at Li Yunmo and Cheng Ruiyan, as if “she” were the rightful owner of the house.