A Chan – CH 079

Chapter 79: My Girl (1)

Li Weiyi woke up again, hearing the long-lost birdsong. Looking at the familiar villa room before her, she recalled the car accident from the previous night.

The intersection, the crowd, the glaring lights, the large black SUV, and the fleeting glimpse of the man in black.

She even felt that this impact was more violent than before. She didn’t know what had changed.

She sat up and saw the time on her phone: July 11, 2014, Friday, 9:00 a.m.

Two weeks before Zhang Moyun’s death.

She immediately dialed Zhang Jingchan’s number, but it rang for a long time without being answered. She frowned and went outside to find Wu Xinhui, who was watching TV. “Mom, where’s Dad?”

“He’s at the company, of course.”

“He didn’t go on a business trip, did he?”

“He said he was going to Beijing this afternoon.”

If she couldn’t reach Zhang Jingchan, Li Weiyi planned to go find Zhang Moyun alone. Fortunately, Zhang Jingchan called back quickly: “Where are you?”

“At home, and you?”

“At school.”

Li Weiyi thought to herself, no wonder he didn’t answer the phone. He then said, “It’s the final exam today; the teachers don’t allow leave.”

Li Weiyi: “…What should I do?”

“School lets out in half an hour; I’ll be right there. You wait at home.”

Li Weiyi waited for a while, then got up and went to Zhang Jingchan’s desk. She looked through Zhang Jingchan’s bag and timetable. There were only two elective classes in the afternoon, so she texted the class monitor with the single ponytail and big eyes to ask for sick leave. She also glanced at the weekend’s assignments but immediately put them away.

She came here to take care of something important, not to do homework.

She saw a familiar notebook, smiled slightly, picked it up, and opened it. On a few pages, she found familiar handwriting. Young Zhang Jingchan had actually kept it.

Underneath this notebook, there was another notebook. Li Weiyi casually opened it.

It looked like a diary. Li Weiyi didn’t want to peek and was about to close it when a glimpse of the contents made her stop.

“May 14, 2014, Sunny.
Today is the first day I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve decided to write down some of my feelings over these past eight years, and when we meet again on January 13, 2022, I’ll show this diary to you.
I wonder if you’re pretty? You must be. If you weren’t a stunning beauty, why would I like you?”

Li Weiyi realized that Zhang Jingchan had left a message for himself last time. 19-year-old Zhang Jingchan took it seriously. He probably couldn’t share this with anyone, so he could only confide in his diary.

He actually started waiting.

Li Weiyi felt a pang of sadness and quickly read on.

“May 19, 2014, Sunny.
I got first place in the department again in the midterms. Aren’t you smitten with me?

May 24, 2014, Cloudy.
Another girl confessed to me today. Honestly, she’s pretty and sensible, just my type. If I weren’t waiting for you, I might have said yes. Haha, just kidding. Don’t hit me when you see this later!

May 30, 2014, Rainy.
Today was so annoying. One of the professors was so incessant; his lectures were terrible, and he liked to humiliate people in class. I confronted him, and the whole class applauded. Hey, isn’t your boyfriend handsome?

June 4, 2014, Sunny.
I calculated; I still have 7 years and 7 months to wait.

June 15, 2014, Cloudy.
My dad’s been really busy lately. He even tentatively asked me for my opinion on soybean futures. I really dislike his speculative behavior, so he stopped asking.
Will we really have to wait until 2022 to meet?

June 22, 2014, Rainy.
Come on, let’s chat. Are you from the South or the North? Tall or short? Do you like spicy food? What do you do for a living? What do you like about me?
I’m so great; you’ll definitely like everything about me.

June 29, 2014, Sunny.
In one more week, as usual, after two months, I’m going to be possessed by a female ghost again. I’m so scared.
…
That girl, it’s you, isn’t it?”

When Li Weiyi saw this sentence, tears blurred her vision. She didn’t know what was wrong with her; her heart felt both warm and bittersweet. Just as she was about to read on, her phone rang.

“It’s Zhang Jingchan: Come downstairs.”

Li Weiyi immediately put the diary back in its place.

Wu Xinhui, who was putting on makeup at the dressing table in the master bedroom, saw her son run past like a whirlwind. She called out, “Will you be home for lunch?”

Li Weiyi didn’t hear her and ran downstairs. Wu Xinhui chuckled, walked to the window, and was surprised to see the little girl who had captivated her son two months ago reappear. Her son ran up to her, grinning foolishly at her like a lapdog. The little girl, however, was quite reserved, giving a faint smile, and opened the passenger door of the Ferrari for her son.

Her son plopped down inside.

The little girl started the car with clean, efficient movements, and her son sat obediently… Wu Xinhui’s eyebrows twitched. Her son usually wouldn’t let anyone touch this car, but today he was actually letting a girl drive it. It really was a case of one thing subduing another… She chuckled to herself.

“Madam,” said the nanny, Sister Liu, standing behind her.

“What is it?”

Sister Liu hesitated for a moment, then said, “Mr. Li… he’s here again.”

Wu Xinhui’s expression changed. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, “Did anyone see him?”

Sister Liu lowered her head: “No, as soon as he knocked, I took him to the small living room to avoid being seen by the neighbors.”

Wu Xinhui frowned: “Tell him to leave! Don’t bother me again!”

“Okay.”

But Sister Liu had only turned and taken a few steps when Wu Xinhui called her back: “Wait!” She looked conflicted: “Never mind, I’ll go see him and talk to him myself.”

Wu Xinhui entered the small living room and closed the door. Sister Liu silently cleaned the living room. After a while, as she passed through the small living room carrying the mop, she could hear the arguing inside growing more heated through the door.

“Impossible! Don’t do this! I gave you the money. Li Yilin, you can’t do this!”

“I love you…but I still love you!” the man roared.

Breathing breaths, clattering sounds, and sobs mingled together.

Sister Liu’s eyes widened suddenly, she gripped the mop tightly, and abruptly took a few quick steps, moving far away from the small living room.

—

Li Weiyi and Zhang Jingchan went directly to Fuming Group, to Zhang Moyun’s office.

Compared to their last visit, the atmosphere in the company was noticeably different. Everyone looked anxious, and a restless atmosphere permeated the air. Some employees gave them strange looks.

Zhang Moyun had just finished a meeting and was standing by the window, lost in thought. He turned and saw them, his expression stunned.

Compared to two months ago, a large patch of new gray had appeared at his temples.

Li Weiyi felt a pang of sadness and greeted, “Hello, Uncle.”

Zhang Jingchan moved his lips, his voice slightly hoarse, “Dad.”

Zhang Moyun placed his teacup on the table, his expression freezing for a moment, then he looked up at them and smiled, “So I still died?”

Li Weiyi couldn’t bear to speak. Zhang Jingchan looked at him and nodded.

Zhang Moyun’s expression was calm: “Come, what are you doing standing at the door? Come in and sit down.”

Li Weiyi said, “Uncle, we will definitely save you this time.”