A Chan – CH 042

Chapter 42: Her Dream (3)

Li Weiyi remembered something and said, “This time, we should consider it a successful conclusion. I plan to leave myself a long letter, clearly explaining the cause and effect, so that my 17-year-old self will firmly support my sister and Zhong Yi and bravely pursue painting. Just in case, I should stay far away from my ex-boyfriend. That way, my life should be stable. What about you? Are you planning to leave yourself a letter?”

Zhang Jingchan said, “No need. Since he has already made a promise, I don’t need to do anything extra. If he remains silent this time, then I can only continue on my original path in life; there is no other choice. Leaving a message is meaningless.”

That night, Li Weiyi returned to the Zhang family home. Lying on the large bed, she suddenly remembered something and felt her pockets—oh no, they were empty. She jumped up and ran downstairs to the laundry room, asking the housekeeper, “Sister Liu, did you wash the pants I changed out of yesterday?”

Sister Liu pointed to the clothesline outside.

Li Weiyi quickly found the pants, rummaged through them, but found nothing. She searched the villa and its surroundings, but to no avail. Moreover, she couldn’t remember where she had dropped them—at the Li family home? In Shanghai? Or at the coffee shop?

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Before she arrived, unsure of which time period she would travel to, she had copied down two sets of numbers for each of the four months following January. Upon arriving in mid-March, she immediately wrote down the four sets of numbers for March and April. But now, she couldn’t remember them all.

Li Weiyi lay back down on the bed regretfully, then smiled after a moment. “Never mind, I don’t need the windfall. I’m already satisfied with what I accomplished on this trip.”

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Shanghai.

Night falls by the beach.

Xu Yi, with a few people, hurried onto the beach. The moonlight was faint, the tide surging. A solitary figure sat on a huge rock. The familiar back made Xu Yi recognize him at a glance.

Xu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, gestured for the others to wait, and slowly stepped forward, calling out, “Chairman.”

Zhang Moyun was only wearing a shirt; his suit jacket was off, draped over his shoulders, giving him a touch of youthful casualness. He was still looking ahead and said, “You’ve been looking for me all day, haven’t you?”

Xu Yi was silent. He had been Zhang Moyun’s special assistant at the company for four years, witnessing only his tireless work ethic, his admirable courage and boldness, and, of course, the unquestionable autocracy of a chairman. This was the first time Zhang Moyun had disappeared for an entire day without explanation, at a crucial juncture in the advancement of a major project.

“Are you…worried about something?”

Zhang Moyun simply smiled, not answering but asking instead, “Has the 150 million approved by the bank last week been fully invested in the project?”

Xu Yi paused, then nodded. “It was all in place two days ago. 90 million was used to pay for the land, 30 million was paid to suppliers for new materials, and they’ve already started production. The remaining 30 million was invested in the clothing business, buying the six stores you approved.”

Zhang Moyun simply gazed ahead. The deep, dark sky was sparsely clouded, dotted with a few scattered stars. The city’s outline was majestic yet…indistinct; even the coastline at his feet was blurred. The sea lay dormant and roaring before him, seemingly mocking his absurdity.

So he looked up, smiled softly, and said in a voice only he could hear, “Ah Chan… I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, son. You did so well, much better than your father. If Fuming can be handed over to you in the future, it will surely forge an even more magnificent future. Dad wanted to listen to you and let go, but it’s too late. I’ve taken on another 150 million. If you could have told me half a month earlier…”

“I can’t give up on Fuming. I’ve lived an upright and honest life, never wronged anyone. If I admit defeat now, I’ll be abandoned by everyone, lose everything, and become a pariah, hated by all.”

“I can’t let you and Mom share this 150 million debt with me. How can my wife and son live such a humiliating and painful life?”

“Dad has no other choice. With a knife to my throat, it’s either fight or die. I have to fight. If I can seize even the slightest opportunity to revitalize Fuming and recoup the funds in this multi-million dollar money game, Dad might not necessarily die a horrible death.”

“Chairman, what did you say?” Xu Yi hesitated.

Zhang Moyun sighed, stood up, jumped off the rock, quickly put on his suit, and raised his head. And in that instant, he seemed to have regained his usual mountain-like composure. “Let’s go.” He strode forward, followed by Xu Yi and a group of people, all silent. He walked straight ahead, never looking back at the sea, never turning back.