A Chan – CH 141

Chapter 141: Forced Childhood Sweetheart (2)

Li Weiyi, never one to back down, slammed her chopsticks down with a “smack”: “I wasn’t nervous; I just haven’t been in a relationship before. I’m not as emotionally rich as you. I’m your third, aren’t I?”

Zhang Jingchan nearly choked on his cola, mentally cursing Li Yunmo a hundred times over, and immediately explained, “Don’t listen to other people’s nonsense. My first girlfriend was with me for three days; we didn’t even hold hands. My second was with me for a few months before we broke up; she was a proper girlfriend, and now we’ve completely broken up.”

Li Weiyi won back the argument, smiling faintly: “You don’t need to explain; I don’t care.”

Zhang Jingchan choked for a moment, but out of male instinct, he didn’t want to dwell on the topic any longer. He picked up a wet wipe, wiped his face, tossed it on the table, and said what he had planned all along: “You should apply to my university. I won’t bother you this year, and I’ll take you to university next year.”

Li Weiyi: “But I want to apply to the Academy of Fine Arts.”

Zhang Jingchan mentally assessed the distance between the provincial Academy of Fine Arts and his university and decided it was acceptable. He said, “Then how about you apply to the provincial Academy of Fine Arts?”

That was a prestigious art academy; Li Weiyi would have to work hard to get in. She nodded. “I’ll try my best.”

Zhang Jingchan said, “You can’t just try; you have to pass the exam. I don’t want a long-distance relationship.”

But how could a 17-year-old high school girl who had never been in a relationship take a long-distance relationship seriously? She rolled her eyes at him and said, “What does it matter? If it’s true love, we’ll be together no matter how far apart we are.”

Zhang Jingchan: “I haven’t fallen for you, and you haven’t fallen for me. A long-distance relationship? Isn’t that the same as breaking up? What if someone tries to steal my girlfriend?”

Li Weiyi: “Hey, don’t make it sound like I’m a philanderer. Maybe someone will steal my boyfriend first.” She glanced at his handsome features, and thinking about his romantic history, the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Strangely, even though Zhang Jingchan wasn’t familiar with her, one disdainful look from her made him immediately understand what she was imagining. He smiled coldly, slapped his left arm, and said, “You’ve already carved your name here; do you think I’d dare?”

Li Weiyi’s face turned bright red.

Unbeknownst to her, Wu Xinhui had been photographing her daily carvings, hoping to show her son “her infatuation” one day when he woke up.

Their paths diverged further and further.

Ultimately, after some haggling, Li Weiyi agreed to do her best to get into art school. She would study her major courses on her own, and Zhang Jingchan would tutor her in the main subjects.

Thus, this strange, prearranged relationship began according to Zhang Jingchan’s plan.

…

Looking back on this “planned relationship” at 27, Zhang Jingchan only found it amusing. Staring at the bulge under the covers, Li Weiyi turned her back to him, refusing to turn around.

Of course, Zhang Jingchan wouldn’t sleep on the sofa. He saw through her but didn’t say anything. Was she really angry because of his impatience back then?

Having been entangled in this bed a thousand times was one thing, both of them accepting the emotions and memories of this life without any obstacles was another, and getting her, who had just woken up a day ago, to immediately take the final step with him was yet another.

Zhang Jingchan stroked her hair: “I said I wouldn’t touch you today, and I won’t touch you. Anyway, last night was… enough.” He laughed.

Li Weiyi’s mind immediately flashed with many indescribable scenes. It wasn’t just “enough”; it was far too much; they had been tossing and turning from 9 pm to 2 am.

“Then let’s get some sleep.”

“Okay.”

Li Weiyi rolled back into his arms.

But Zhang Jingchan, remembering the past and somewhat nostalgic for the time he tutored her, began to coax her gently: “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Nothing’s planned.”

“Do you want to come to the company with me?”

Li Weiyi had rarely gone to his company in her life, mainly because she didn’t want to be too high-profile. Looking at his expression, she answered, “Okay.”

Even if he was no longer that hot-tempered youth, but a revered business tycoon, how could she refuse his request to stay with her?