A Chan – CH 063

Chapter 63: Fresh Boyfriend (2)

She was still sneaking glances into the bathroom, a sweet and intense emotion spreading through her chest.

The sound of water stopped, and the man was drying himself with a towel. Li Weiyi’s heart began to pound wildly. The bathroom door opened from the inside, and the man was only wearing a towel around his waist, his head slightly lowered. He was tall and slightly thin.

Li Weiyi was stunned, watching the man reach for a pair of thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses on the shelf next to him, put them on, and look at her.

Xu Yi, 34 years old, seemed to have changed little from 8 years ago, still as gentle and handsome as ever, only with a sharper edge in his eyes. His bare upper body and legs, though thin, were well-defined, with taut abs, clearly the result of regular exercise.

Seeing Li Weiyi, Xu Yi was also taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected her to suddenly run in. But he only smiled slightly, pulled a dark gray satin men’s lounge robe from the side and put it on, walked over, naturally took her hand, and then kissed her cheek, saying, “Why did you run in? What do you want?”

The man’s tone was full of doting and teasing, incredibly familiar. But Li Weiyi’s mind exploded at his touch and kiss, countless memories erupting. She pushed him away in a daze, saying, “Don’t touch me! You, you…”

Xu Yi frowned, one hand gripping the back of her slender neck, as if he had done this a thousand times before, his brows full of concern: “Xiao Yi, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” He reached out to pull her into his arms, but Li Weiyi broke out in a cold sweat and turned to run away.

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Xu Yi froze, then quickly chased after her.

Li Weiyi, in her panic, rushed into a room on her left, slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi!” Xu Yi knocked, his face grave, but his tone as gentle as possible. “What happened? Are you angry with me? Let me in first; let’s talk this out. Don’t hide, okay?”

“No!” Li Weiyi shouted, covering her face. “Don’t come in! I need to be alone! If you come in, I’ll really get angry.”

After a moment of silence, he said, “I’ll give you ten minutes.”

Finally, there was silence. Li Weiyi sat dejectedly on the bed, her face flushed. How… had things turned out this way?

Because eight years ago…

Her appearance, along with Zhang Jingchan’s, brought Xu Yi and the young Li Weiyi into contact. Later, Xu Yi actually fell in love with her, even though he was nine years older than her! Over the years, their paths had crossed, but Xu Yi, no matter how high or far he rose, remained steadfast; he had never seen another girl besides her. And she, moved by his gentleness and deep affection, agreed to be with him a year ago!

Things had gone awry, truly awful. The disrupted timeline had delivered a devastating blow.

She looked up, staring blankly at her bewildered reflection in the mirror, lost in thought.

Zhang Jingchan, where were you? Why hadn’t you appeared all these years?

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May 15, 2014, evening.

After a long day at work, Xu Yi dragged his weary body back to his rented apartment. It was a well-furnished two-bedroom unit where he lived alone. Previously, after graduating from university and starting his own business, combined with his savings from Fuming over the years, he had accumulated two or three million yuan.

But now, it was all invested in Fuming.

Xu Yi heated up a takeout meal in the microwave, then sat by the living room window, rubbing his forehead, which had been tense all day. He lit a cigarette, gazing at the dark night and the crescent moon.

Everyone assumed he didn’t smoke; he only smoked when he was alone.

He took a few slow puffs, and before his eyes, he seemed to see those two clear pools of water again. Even with his mind filled with thoughts of Fuming, he found himself distracted and thinking of him again.

Xu Yi silently smoked a few more times, thinking this whole thing was fucking ridiculous. He’d had girlfriends before—beautiful and gentle—and his sexual function was fine.

But why was he so fixated on a boy’s eyes now?

Time seemed to rewind to that late night, when he sat at the dining table in the Zhang family villa. That boy had changed his personality these past few days, becoming as lively as a rabbit, always affectionately calling him “Brother Xu Yi,” his voice melodious and gentle. Thinking of this, Xu Yi couldn’t help but smile, then immediately stopped, feeling even more annoyed.

Then, the boy looked at him with those deep, beautiful eyes, bright and clear, filled with joy, dependence, and admiration. For the past few days, he’d been replaying the boy’s words in his mind:

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“You are a dragon among men, destined for greatness and success.”

“I wish you a bright future and all your dreams come true.”

It wasn’t that no one had seen his ambition and talent, nor that no one had praised his limitless potential. But those few words from the boy seemed to carry a unique sweetness and purity, striking his heart. Every time he thought of them, his heart warmed.

Xu Yi stubbed out his cigarette, pressed his forehead with one hand, and smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking, “I’ve really messed up this time.”

His sexual orientation had always been normal; they’d known each other for years without any inappropriate behavior, and strictly speaking, he was a generation older than the boy.

How could he, in an instant, have fallen for the only son of a boss on the verge of bankruptcy?

Two days later, Xu Yi went to the Zhang family villa to deliver some documents. Just as he stepped out of the study, he saw the person who had stirred his heart coming downstairs.

Xu Yi’s voice instantly became slightly hoarse: “…Ah Chan.”

The young Zhang Jingchan nodded, his steps hurried, as if he had something on his mind. Tall and handsome, the boy was dressed in top-tier designer clothes, every strand of his hair exuding youthful hormones.

Looking at his slender, muscular figure and clearly defined Adam’s apple, Xu Yi suddenly felt a wave of nausea—had he really felt desire for him? And even found him sweet and adorable?

Undeterred, Xu Yi felt a pang of sadness and said, “What you said to me the other day… I’ve always wanted to say: thank you.”

Zhang Jingchan stopped, glanced at him with a strange expression, and replied, “…No need to thank me.” Then he quickened his pace, his face pale, and ran out of the villa as if flying.

Xu Yi stared at his strong and agile figure, like a young calf, and at the boy’s usual cold and arrogant expression, a bizarre thought suddenly rose in his mind—

This was clearly not the Ah Chan from that night.

To be precise, the Ah Chan of those past few days was completely different from the Zhang Jingchan of the past few days in terms of voice, appearance, smile, speech, and temperament. This Zhang Jingchan just now was the normal, familiar young master of the Zhang family.

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They were like two different people.

Xu Yi’s lips tightened, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the stair railing.

Dual personality? Or possession?

Xu Yi laughed; he had actually had such a bizarre thought.

However, in the following days, as Xu Yi secretly observed Zhang Jingchan, this bizarre and absurd thought grew stronger. That child, that person from that night—was it him, or actually her? Where did she go?

Will I ever see her again?