A Chan – CH 093

Chapter 93: Father’s Heart (2)

Zhang Moyun looked up at the calendar on the wall. It was August 19, 2014, 24 days after he was supposed to die in Liu Ying’s bed on July 25. This time, Liu Ying was still under his control. He pretended to be arrogant as before, but the other party remained unmoved. “There’s nothing they wouldn’t dare,” Zhang Moyun said slowly. This man, who had been enduring for over a month, finally revealed a ruthless glint in his eyes. “This time, I’ll make sure they rot in jail!”

That evening, Zhang Moyun went alone to his son’s hospital room. Since Zhang Jingchan’s accident, he hadn’t visited frequently, often only once every four or five days. As September approached, Fuming was finding it increasingly difficult to cope, teetering on the brink of collapse. Even he was struggling to stay afloat.

This led to rumors that the richest man didn’t value this son. There were even rumors that he had another adult illegitimate son to inherit the family business. Zhang Moyun didn’t know where these rumors came from, but he didn’t explain.

Zhang Jingchan had already been transferred out of intensive care and to a VIP private room. His body was fine, but he remained unconscious.

The setting sun cast its glow into the room, where a slender girl sat at the head of Jingchan’s bed, talking to him.

Zhang Moyun stopped, listening to her rambling, “…Actually, looking closely, you’re quite handsome. Waiting for you for eight years isn’t a loss. But when you wake up, won’t you have amnesia and forget me? That’s how it always goes on TV. Then you’ll be with your wealthy fiancée, and I’ll be at a huge loss. No, no, I have to be careful about that…”

The high school girl slapped her thigh: “I’ll carve something for you so you can’t deny it.” Then she pulled a pen from her bag, rolled up one of Zhang Jingchan’s sleeves, and wrote “All Li Weiyi.” Then she said triumphantly to the boy on the bed, “Write it every day, to hypnotize you, me, and him.”

“This girl was having a blast all by herself,” Zhang Moyun chuckled.

Li Weiyi turned around and saw him, her face flushing instantly: “Uncle.”

Zhang Moyun had already learned from his wife that this girl came to see Zhang Jingchan every few days; despite her young age, she was a devoted and loyal person. Zhang Moyun inwardly admired his son’s good taste and sat down with a gentle smile. They chatted briefly, inquiring about Li Weiyi’s studies and Zhang Jingchan’s recent situation.

Zhang Moyun pulled a long, thin box from his pocket, opened it, and inside lay a gold Buddha necklace.

It looked quite old. He said, “Child, this has been passed down through generations of our Zhang family. Although it’s not very valuable, Ah Chan’s mother wore it for half her life. Now I’m giving it to you.”

Li Weiyi thought to herself, “This is indeed a token to warn Zhang Jingchan to uphold male virtues,” but she refused to accept it: “Uncle, this is too precious, too meaningful. I’m still young; I don’t want it.”

Zhang Moyun insisted, saying, “Promise Uncle you’ll wear it every day, forever, okay? When Uncle sees it, I feel that one day Ah Chan will wake up and see you wearing it.”

Li Weiyi had no choice but to accept it.

Finally, Zhang Moyun changed the subject, saying calmly, “Child, if he hasn’t woken up by 2022, don’t wait any longer. Go live your own life.”

The young girl, Li Weiyi, smiled bitterly, lowered her head, and touched the heavy Buddha image on her necklace, saying, “Everyone made me wait until 2022… I think, originally, he and I met in 2022, right?”

Zhang Moyun smiled slightly, looked up, her gaze lingering on her son on the bed for a moment, then looked out the window into the distance, answering, “I don’t know either. Because, according to them, since the cycle began, I’ve never lived to that time.”