A Chan – CH 102

Chapter 102 Father’s Wish (1)

Half an hour later.

Zhang Jingchan and Li Weiyi sat back on the large bed in the master bedroom. He had one arm around her, and in the other hand, he held the golden Buddha.

The golden Buddha was about the size of Li Weiyi’s thumb. It had been split in two, revealing tiny pieces of white paper folded inside.

There was a shopping mall near Li Weiyi’s house, which had a gold shop. They had just returned from the gold shop.

The paper hidden inside the golden Buddha was clearly made of special material, as thin as a cicada’s wing. When gently unfolded, it was about the size of an A4 sheet of paper. Eight years had passed, yet it remained completely undamaged, and the writing was still clear.

“Ah Chan, Weiyi:
By the time you read this letter, I should already be dead. Perhaps for many years.
Today is August 19, 2014. I’ve made three copies of all the evidence I’ve collected. I’ll keep one copy, intending to hand it over to the police after successfully selling the futures in mid-September; the second copy will be given to Li Jinxiong for safekeeping; the third copy I’ll bury in Li Weiyi’s yard.
I don’t know why, but even though it’s something I’m almost certain of, the closer it gets to September, the more uneasy I feel.
I’ve dreamt of myself dying more than once. Sometimes, I dream that my hair is completely white, lying in a strange, dilapidated house, and the taste of drinking pesticide is truly awful, my intestines rotting away; sometimes, I dream of jumping off a building; sometimes, I dream of lying in a villa surrounded by locust trees, being forced to take medicine, and then waking up with heart pain; sometimes I dream of fire everywhere, and I can’t get out…
Some people’s fates are perhaps unchangeable. You changed so many things, but my death has never changed. Perhaps this is God’s punishment for my past greed, foolishness, and selfishness.
You have traveled back in time again and again, enduring so much suffering, even almost paying the price of your lives, just to correct my mistakes, just to keep me alive. Ah Chan, Dad knows he was wrong. You taught Dad to buy futures, allowing me to atone for my mistakes. Dad is truly grateful. I’m both provoking you and proud of you.
But this time, if Dad dies again, my only wish is that you never come again. If I take down those bastards in 2014, that would be the best outcome; you wouldn’t need to come again. If not, find a third piece of evidence and give it to the police; that would be enough to convict them, even if it’s a few years later.
Don’t come back to 2014. If saving me puts you two in danger again, I’d rather be dead.
Ah Chan, I’m so glad you woke up. Li Weiyi is a very kind and loyal girl; treat her well from now on. And your mother, if I had died all these years, and you were in a vegetative state, I imagine she’ll make a mess of her life. Don’t blame her; it’s all my fault for spoiling her into this princess-like personality all these years, and I’m happy with it. Buried with the evidence is a bank card; the PIN is your birthday, and it contains 5 million yuan that I painstakingly managed to keep. Use this money as seed money to start your career anew. My son is different from me; he’s a dragon, capable of soaring through the clouds and achieving great things.
Ah Chan, Weiyi, remember my words: don’t come back. End the cycle and live your own lives.
Your father: Zhang Moyun
August 19, 2014.”

Li Weiyi’s eyes welled up when she saw the instruction to “end the cycle.” Her son had tried everything to save his father’s life, but his dying wish was for his son to live a peaceful, normal life.

Zhang Jingchan lowered his head, his hand leaving Li Weiyi’s shoulder, folded the letter, and put it in his pocket.

“I’m going back to Chen City tomorrow,” he said.

“I’ll go with you,” she said, trying to cheer him up, shaking his arm. “With this evidence, we can travel back and send those people to prison.”

Zhang Jingchan poked her forehead with his finger. “Are you being silly? Besides, we can’t bring things from 2022 back. We just said we’d go back to September 11th, 2014. My dad and Uncle Li both have evidence. This one won’t be useful.”

Li Weiyi was taken aback.

Zhang Jingchan rested an arm on his raised leg, his eyes indifferent. “He only left this evidence for 2022, wanting me to fulfill my wish and stop entering the cycle.”

Li Weiyi pressed his arm down and leaned in to give him a light peck on the lips. He glanced at her.

This small gesture alone had exhausted all of Li Weiyi’s courage. Her ears turned red, but her voice was as soft as water: “Then let’s travel back again and make him so furious he’ll be jumping up and down, okay?”

Zhang Jingchan stared intently at her, then laughed.

He lowered his head, bringing his lips close to her red ear. “Okay.”

His breath brushed against her ear and neck, sending shivers down her spine. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, but he had already begun his mischief, teasing her ear with a playful biting and licking motion. He leaned slightly to her side, his hands encircling her in his arms.

Li Weiyi couldn’t bear it; even her toes went numb. She pleaded in a trembling voice, “Ah Chan, it tickles…do you have hooks on your tongue?”

Zhang Jingchan was both amused and annoyed, but that coquettish “Ah Chan” sent a tingling, pleasurable sensation down his spine, a jolt of pleasure shooting from his tailbone all the way to his neck. He took a deep breath, gazing at the woman in his arms, her cheeks flushed and eyes glistening with tears. He then bit her ear hard, his fingers opening and closing repeatedly, finally releasing her and lying back down beside her. “Sleep!” he said.

Li Weiyi blinked, noticing his noticeably tense neck and unpleasant expression. “Oh,” she said, obediently lying down as well.

After a moment of silence, Li Weiyi snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his arm. He immediately reached out, gesturing for her to lie down on his arm.

“Go sleep in your room,” Li Weiyi pushed him away.

He said, “Don’t bother me.”

So Li Weiyi, undeterred, rubbed her face against his neck. “What did I do to you? It’s just that you’re willing but unable, aren’t you?”

He gave her a deep look, then suddenly grabbed her hand and tried to slip it under the covers. Li Weiyi pulled her hand away as soon as he touched it, her face turning red as she buried her face in his chest.

“Not enough?” he snorted.

Li Weiyi was speechless.

Zhang Jingchan slowly exhaled a few more breaths, finally calming down. He saw her still burying her face like a quail, even her slender neck flushed pink. He chuckled softly, raised his finger, and gently touched her neck, saying, “Sleep well.”

“Mmm!” she mumbled. “Who didn’t sleep well?”

He continued to stroke her skin with undiminished pleasure, whispering, “When I travel back this time, I won’t be a vegetable anymore, and my body will recover to its former state.”

Li Weiyi nodded: “That’s good.”

Seeing that she didn’t understand his meaning, Zhang Jingchan simply smiled, covered them both with the blanket, but dared not hug her to sleep, only holding her hand: “Goodnight.”