A Chan – CH 100

Chapter 100: His Oranges (1)

After completing the discharge procedures and packing their luggage, it was getting dark.

The three of them walked out of the nursing home. Li Yunmo said, “Brother Chan, come stay at my place tonight. You sleep on the bed, and I’ll sleep on the sofa. I still have so much to tell you about all these years.”

As he said this, Li Weiyi, standing on the other side of Zhang Jingchan, seemed not to hear him. She kicked a pebble on the roadside, then kicked it again, her body swaying.

Zhang Jingchan’s gaze was fixed on her. He smirked and replied, “No need. Someone has two beds at home.”

The three of them had mentioned each other’s recent situations during their casual conversation.

Li Yunmo paused for a moment, then realized how superfluous he had been, but he wasn’t angry at all. He laughed, patted Zhang Jingchan’s shoulder, and said in what he thought was a low voice, “Brother Chan, take it easy.”

Zhang Jingchan didn’t say anything.

Li Weiyi: “Stop talking nonsense!”

Li Yunmo happily drove off first. Li Weiyi led Zhang Jingchan to her car, tossed his luggage bag into the back seat, and raised an eyebrow: “You can drive now?”

Li Weiyi proudly raised her chin: “Sit in the passenger seat; let me show you my driving skills.”

Her driving skills were indeed quite good; she drove steadily and quickly. On the way, she couldn’t help but boast, “When we travel back in time, I’ll drive you in a Ferrari and give you the real treatment of a girlfriend.”

Zhang Jingchan patted her knee twice with her right hand and asked, “And what exactly is the real treatment of a boyfriend?”

Li Weiyi: “…”

She said very sincerely, “I suggest you take a good rest. After eight years in a vegetative state, you can barely walk steadily. Don’t think about things that aren’t right; don’t be so ambitious.”

Zhang Jingchan smiled but remained silent.

Forty minutes later, the two arrived at Li Weiyi’s apartment building.

Upon entering, Li Weiyi said, “Never lived in such a small place before, have you? I can’t afford a big house; I’m sorry you have to make do, Mr. Zhang.” She led him into the guest room and put down his luggage. Zhang Jingchan looked around and said, “I used to live in a 10-square-meter basement with my mother. With you? Even a doghouse would do.”

Li Weiyi glanced quickly at the unmade bed in the master bedroom and snapped, “Your house is the doghouse!” She strode to the living room and hurriedly closed the master bedroom door. Zhang Jingchan followed behind her with a faint smile.

Knowing he loved tea, Li Weiyi brewed a large pot for him. The accustomedly pampered Zhang Jingchan had never drunk tea like this before.

He drank it slowly and deliberately, like a cow chewing on a peony. Li Weiyi leaned closer and asked, “Is this tea good? I got it from my dad.”

Zhang Jingchan swallowed the astringent taste on his tongue and nodded. “It’s good.”

Li Weiyi smiled, her eyes narrowing.

The night outside was dark, the room bathed in soft, white light. Zhang Jingchan, slightly hunched over, slowly sipped his tea. Li Weiyi leaned back on the sofa, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and tranquility.

After a while, he put down his teacup, leaned back as well, and turned to look at her.

Li Weiyi’s large eyes were innocent and clear.

Zhang Jingchan gently crossed his left leg over his right, one hand on his knee, the other on the armrest of the sofa above her head.

Li Weiyi’s breathing quickened slightly.

He didn’t rush to embrace her but instead played with a strand of her long hair, asking, “Why did you grow your hair long this time?”

“I wanted to see if it looked good.”

“It looks good no matter what.”

Li Weiyi suppressed a laugh but then remembered the important matter, sighed, and said, “I was thinking today, have we made things worse? This time, even your mother and Uncle Li…”

Zhang Jingchan’s hand slid down her hair, pinching her cheek: “Don’t think nonsense. The darkest hour is always before dawn. The first time, we naively thought that as long as my dad changed his mind, we could save Fuming. Now we’ve even caught three traitors, and we’re only one step away from catching the big one. Besides, your sister is happy now. The land is alive, Fuming’s debts are settled, and tens of thousands of people are no longer burdened by Fuming. Everything is getting better and better. I think if I could time-travel again, I could turn the tide and settle things.”

Li Weiyi nodded and sighed, “What a pity about that recording pen! Even if we time-travel again, it will already be September, and that pen will be gone forever.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Zhang Jingchan said. “We time-travel to the morning of September 11th. My dad and Uncle Li will still be alive then, and they’ll have the evidence. Let them submit it to the police immediately to investigate the mastermind behind it. They wanted to set fires, right? Let Ding Chenmo lie in wait and catch them red-handed; none of them will escape.”

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Li Weiyi, however, was thrilled and nodded vigorously, “I’ll do whatever you say!”

He glanced at her, the coldness in his eyes instantly vanishing. He leaned closer to her, his face only centimeters away from hers: “You’ll do whatever I say?”

Li Weiyi jumped up, saying, “Oh, right, you haven’t had your rehabilitation session today, Mr. Zhang. The doctor specifically instructed that you need to continue recovering for a while.” She ran to his room, rummaged through his luggage, and pulled out a massage gun, tossing it to him: “Hurry up, stimulate your thigh and calf muscles.”

Zhang Jingchan weighed the massage gun in his hand, smiled—it was unclear what he was smiling about—and slowly began massaging his calves.

Li Weiyi then found something else to do: “I’ll go find you some clothes and a towel. Take a shower when you’re done.”

When she returned with the clothes, she watched Zhang Jingchan half-heartedly using the massage gun, his eyes constantly lingering on her. Li Weiyi’s face flushed. “Do you know how to use a massage gun?” she asked.

Zhang Jingchan tossed the massage gun aside. “No,” he replied.

Li Weiyi looked at him suspiciously. Had he never used one in his life? Had he never used one in his past life, either?

However, her body’s habits and sense of responsibility were incredibly strong. She picked up the massage gun, sat down beside him, and patted her own leg as a gesture.

Zhang Jingchan raised an eyebrow and placed one leg on hers.

Li Weiyi massaged him carefully.

The room fell silent. She focused intently on his body. He stared at her.

After finishing the calf massage, Li Weiyi naturally took the massage gun and moved it towards his thigh. Zhang Jingchan trembled slightly and even patted his leg: “Don’t move.”

After massaging for a while, Li Weiyi was completely focused, working solely on habit. Zhang Jingchan’s face flushed slightly. Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed her hand: “That’s enough!”

Li Weiyi looked up at his slightly gloomy expression and chuckled: “Can’t even handle this? In these eight years, what inch of your body haven’t I washed and cleaned? Can’t you be a little more composed?”

Even as she said this, her face slowly turned red. But rarely having managed to get back at Zhang Jingchan, she felt inexplicably smug.

Seeing her about to get cocky again, Zhang Jingchan paused for a moment, snatched the massage gun from her hand, tossed it aside, and said, “So what you told Xu Yi was true.”

Li Weiyi: ? ?

He said calmly, “Looks like you observed carefully, and you’re satisfied.”

Li Weiyi: !! !!