A Chan – CH 048

Chapter 48: Going Home with Him (2)

“The bankruptcy liquidation of Fuming Group was 16 days later than the last time. My father committed suicide 10 days earlier. If this person is related to Fuming and my father, then the timing of his actions could be affected.”

Li Weiyi: “Possibly!”

“Do you remember, during your first time travel, did the bankruptcy date of Fuming and the date of my father’s suicide change?”

Li Weiyi thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up: “I remember! Your father’s timeline… didn’t change, but initially, I saw the news from that life. Fuming went bankrupt on December 8, 2014, two days earlier than the second time! Although I didn’t have time to say anything to your father that time, perhaps it was the flapping of a butterfly’s wings that changed history.”

Zhang Jingchan said, “Further speculation suggests that if this person is deeply connected to Fuming Group, for example, if he is a Fuming employee, then the group’s bankruptcy date would directly affect his life’s trajectory.”

Li Weiyi’s heart skipped a beat. Zhang Jingchan, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, got off the sofa and sat cross-legged beside her. He said, “Actually, I’ve always suspected that when you said you traveled through time the first time and I never woke up, maybe I died in the car accident that time.”

Li Weiyi’s heart skipped a beat, a chill running down her spine. She instinctively denied it: “Impossible! How could you be dead? Absolutely impossible! You’re probably just temporarily unconscious from the accident, that’s right… Anyway, it’s enough that we are both alive and kicking now!”

Zhang Jingchan’s back was slightly hunched, his white shirt outlining the lines of his shoulder blades, his dark eyes fixed on her.

Li Weiyi looked away: “Then… when will this cycle end?”

“I think, as long as we successfully prevent the car accident from happening, the cycle will end.”

Li Weiyi sighed. So, there’s always another mountain to climb. But at least there’s still another mountain to look forward to.

The two of them couldn’t deduce any more clues.

Li Weiyi glanced at the time; it was already 1:30 AM. She stood up and said, “Then… I’ll go home.”

Zhang Jingchan looked up: “How about spending the night here?”

Li Weiyi’s heart skipped a beat. He added, “There’s a guest room.”

They were both inexplicably silent for a moment. He stood up too. Li Weiyi looked down at her socks—she’d kicked off her slippers sometime earlier—and said as she put them on, “No, thank you. There’s no towel or change of clothes.”

“This is too much trouble.”

Zhang Jingchan picked up his coat: “Then I’ll take you.”

“No need, I’ll take a taxi myself.”

“I’ll take you.”

At this hour, a round trip would take him until after 3 a.m. Li Weiyi said, “Then forget it… I won’t go back. I’ll just stay at your place for the night. Just don’t trouble yourself too much.”

Zhang Jingchan turned to look at her, smiled, and tossed the coat back onto the sofa. Li Weiyi turned away from him and said, “Where’s the guest room? I’ll go see it.”

Zhang Jingchan put his hands back in his pockets, gesturing for her to walk towards the hallway next to the living room, and followed behind her. The first room was the guest room, next to it was a study, and further in was another door, which should be the master bedroom.

Li Weiyi asked, “How big is your house?”

“190.”

Well, this had been the world of the rich. If he hadn’t been paying off his father’s debts, he probably would have bought this building.

The guest bedroom was about 20 square meters, decorated in the same style as the living room—cold, simple, refined, and understated—and included an ensuite bathroom.

Zhang Jingchan brought over a large, soft white T-shirt and a disposable bath towel, saying, “These are mine. I haven’t worn them, and I’ve washed them. You can wear them if you need them.”

Li Weiyi took them: “Thank you.”

“There’s a convenience store at the entrance of the complex. You can take a shower first, and I’ll go buy you a towel and toothbrush for tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll go by myself.”

Zhang Jingchan walked straight out: “It’s late. There’s no need for both of us to make the trip. You should get some rest.”

“Well… thank you.”

Zhang Jingchan quickly arrived at the convenience store, located near their apartment complex. The store’s goods were rather exquisite and expensive. He picked up a light pink towel, a dark pink toothbrush, and a pair of peach-pink, strawberry-shaped women’s slippers.

When he reached the lingerie shelf, he paused for a few seconds, took a pack of disposable women’s underwear, walked a few steps, then turned back, put it back, exchanged it for a smaller pack, and tossed it into his shopping basket.

Li Weiyi took a hot shower, feeling refreshed, and changed into Zhang Jingchan’s white T-shirt, which hung on her like a robe, the hem almost reaching her knees. She chuckled, climbed into bed, and was about to turn off the light when someone gently knocked on the door.

Li Weiyi quickly covered her legs with the blanket and asked, “What is it?”

Zhang Jingchan’s voice came through the door: “Are you asleep?”

“Not yet, wait a moment.” Li Weiyi quickly pulled on her daytime trousers and ran to open the door. Zhang Jingchan handed her the bag he was holding.

“See if you’re missing anything?”

Li Weiyi glanced at it hastily. “Nothing’s missing; thank you for your hard work.”

Zhang Jingchan’s gaze swept over her, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. Li Weiyi never admitted defeat in front of others and instinctively puffed out her chest. “What are you laughing at?”

Zhang Jingchan’s gaze swept over the scenery of the small hills, finally landing on the slender, white, soft arm beneath the wide sleeves that could easily cover her head.

“Go to sleep early; we’ll talk about it tomorrow after you’ve had enough sleep.” He turned and went into the master bedroom.

Li Weiyi closed the door, dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed, and laughed: This guy was laughing at her? Was he a punk addict? She wasn’t five! Childish! A chauvinist!

Her gaze fell on the pack of disposable underwear. She hadn’t expected him to buy this for her. She immediately ran to the bathroom to change, climbed back into bed, and turned off the light.

The room was quiet and dark. She lay on the unfamiliar, soft bed, separated from Zhang Jingchan by only one wall.

After sleeping for a while with her eyes closed, she opened them again. Her bare legs rubbed against each other under the covers. Something felt strange. She was wearing Zhang Jingchan’s undergarments, no pants, and the disposable underwear he had bought. Suddenly, an image flashed through Li Weiyi’s mind—Zhang Jingchan, dressed in a black suit and overcoat, stood in front of the lingerie rack, his hand raised, revealing his fair wrist, his slender, strong fingers gently enveloping a pack of underwear.

Li Weiyi covered her face with the blanket.

Oh my god, her thoughts were so filthy—it must be because this body had broken up with her ex-boyfriend for too long!

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However, neither Zhang Jingchan nor Li Weiyi expected that for the next five days, that person, that car, would never appear.

The two spent six nights on that road.

By the fourth or fifth day, Li Weiyi was becoming anxious and asked Zhang Jingchan, “What if we can never go back?”

Zhang Jingchan replied, “Then we’ll hold on until the day we can’t hold on anymore.”

Those words brought tears to Li Weiyi’s eyes.

Li Weiyi didn’t know that one afternoon, Zhang Jingchan came alone to his father’s grave and stood in the cold wind for a long time. He asked him, “Do you really have a reason? What are you really thinking?”

“I’ll trust you one more time, and I’ll come to save you. If I find out again that you’re unrepentant, I’ll never come back.”

On the morning of the sixth day, Li Weiyi received a call from Zhang Jingchan: “Come to my house; I need to show you something.”