A Chan – CH 142

Chapter 142: Time Flutter (1)

That December was a mild winter.

Fuming collapsed, but because he repaid his debts in time and cultivated extensive goodwill, Zhang Moyun remained a respected business legend in many people’s hearts. Therefore, he had plenty of opportunities to make a comeback.

But this time, Zhang Moyun didn’t act rashly. Instead, he and a few trusted old brothers who remained investigated and pondered repeatedly. Zhang Jingchan was involved throughout the process. And this arrogant young man, when it came to serious matters, didn’t disappoint his father and uncles. He completely followed their thinking and could even offer more insightful and incisive solutions.

On Sunday afternoon, Zhang Jingchan arrived at the Li family home, having just come from a banquet. He was wearing a sophisticated black suit, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on his shirt neck, though it was only noticeable upon close inspection. The Li family members were all at work; only Li Weiyi was there. She opened the door and, seeing his much more mature appearance, was taken aback.

Zhang Jingchan casually put one hand in his suit pocket and walked in without looking at her, patting Li Weiyi on the head with his other hand: “Are you stunned? I’ll be having more and more social engagements like this in the future; you’ll have to get used to it.” He paused, then added, “They are all proper occasions; I won’t mess around.”

Li Weiyi scoffed, “You’ll explain when I see a lipstick stain on your collar. No, if there’s a lipstick stain, we are breaking up; no need for explanations.” Her eyes shone as she spoke, as if she really wanted to escape his life.

Zhang Jingchan stopped and gave her a cold look: “Don’t keep saying ‘break up’ to yourself.”

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Li Weiyi looked at him strangely: “I was just kidding.”

“Even joking isn’t allowed.”

Li Weiyi thought, “This was a strange possessiveness…”

For the past few months, they’ve been awkwardly getting along, only bickering and no sweet words. But when it came to ownership, this guy got so serious, as if he was afraid she might misjudge things and ruin their future relationship.

Li Weiyi felt like he was a fussy and superstitious auntie, determined to see their planned relationship through to the end, hahaha.

A small heater was on in the room. Zhang Jingchan felt hot, took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the back of the chair, rolled up his sleeves, and sat down with a commanding air, his long legs encased in trousers. He picked up a red pen: “Finished the test? Let me see.”

Li Weiyi didn’t think he looked like an old woman at this moment. Looking up, she could see the sharp lines of his jawline, his clean-cut Adam’s apple, and his shirt tucked into his trousers, outlining his lean waist. At his age, he possessed both the clean-cut air of a young man and the budding maturity and shrewdness of a young adult. Li Weiyi didn’t dare look at him for long, handing him the test paper and hiding her face with a book.

After a while, his lazy voice rang out: “There’s been some improvement, but not much. Your total score has increased by 5 points.”

Li Weiyi had already put down her book: “That’s already very good, okay? I’m first in academics among art students.”

He, however, was unimpressed: “Does anyone complain about getting too many points? You aren’t comparing yourself to your own school; you’re comparing yourself to people all over the country who are going to take the Provincial Art Academy entrance exam. And this question, I clearly explained it last time; how come you got it wrong again?”

Li Weiyi didn’t believe him, leaning closer, only to hear him say with exasperation, “He asked me if I was going to the cinema tomorrow. Didn’t I say that the tense after ‘if’ changes according to the actual time of the event? The question asks about tomorrow, so of course you should use ‘will go,’ not ‘was going to.'” “Such a simple point, you could have filled it in correctly just by intuition, and you lost points twice!”

Li Weiyi also realized what was happening, clutching the test paper in both hands, her face full of frustration: “Ah! I remember, I really remember, but I was doing it too fast, my brain didn’t process it all at once, and I filled in another wrong answer! Ahhhhh—” She stomped her feet a few times and then banged her head on the table.

Zhang Jingchan watched her make a fool of herself with indifference.

Ever since he accepted this girlfriend, that indescribable feeling of irritation had been buried in his heart, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes intense, sometimes faint.

Zhang Jingchan really disliked tutoring others; he was used to being outstanding and independent. Especially tutoring high school students. He was busy too, you know, maintaining his position as the top student in the department and now helping his father revive the family business—there were things to worry about everywhere.

But on the first day they officially became a couple, he didn’t know what got into him, but he used tutoring as bait to tempt her into working hard to get into the Provincial Art Academy next door. For the past few months, every weekend, even today, he was so tired he didn’t want to move. Even his father said, “If you’re tired, just skip a day; Li Weiyi’s grades are already good enough.” But he only rested for five minutes in his father’s car before taking a taxi to get here.

And then, not only did she get the same question wrong, but she even performed a headbutt on a wooden table right there in front of him.

That unquenchable frustration surged up again. Zhang Jingchan stared silently at the girl’s fair, delicate face, her slender neck, and the mischievousness and liveliness in her eyes despite her admitting her mistake. It was obvious she was just going through the motions.

Zhang Jingchan casually picked up a workbook, rolled it up, and used one end to lift her chin, raising her face.

“This can’t go on,” he said.

His action, unusually flirtatious, stunned Li Weiyi. He was clearly just using the book to lift her chin, so why did she feel so incredibly ashamed?

“There needs to be a punishment for not studying; otherwise, you won’t learn.”

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“How?” Li Weiyi’s heart sank. Was she going to be punished with even more practice papers? Good heavens, she wanted a boyfriend, not another mother…

Before she could finish her internal monologue, Zhang Jingchan tossed the book aside, switched hands, and did the same thing, pressing his other hand against the edge of the table, loosely pulling her into his arms. He lowered his head, glancing at her just as their lips were about to touch.

Her eyes were bright and glistening with tears. She didn’t flinch, didn’t show disgust, and didn’t close her eyes, but he could hear her breathing, which became short and rapid.

Zhang Jingchan’s mood instantly improved. He closed his eyes and carefully kissed her.

This was Li Weiyi’s first kiss. She didn’t even know where to put her hands, only able to clutch his collar. But this older brother, who was so irritable when tutoring homework, was incredibly gentle when kissing her. He let her tug at him, even leaning closer to her, as if willingly letting her lead him by the neck.

His other hand left the table, went to her shoulder, and gently embraced her. His kiss was also very refined; Li Weiyi thought he truly deserved his academic genius reputation.

After kissing for a few minutes, Li Weiyi’s legs began to tremble. He finally pulled away, and Li Weiyi thought it was over, but then he asked, “How about sitting on my lap?”

“Huh?”

Zhang Jingchan smiled. Li Weiyi had never seen him smile like that before; his eyes curved, and the corners of his mouth turned up, so handsome it was breathtaking. She was stunned.

Zhang Jingchan pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Li Weiyi grabbed one of his strong, lean arms and said, “Didn’t we agree to be together only after I got into university?”

Zhang Jingchan lowered his eyelashes: “It doesn’t count as being together. This is a study punishment and a warm-up.”

Li Weiyi: “Has anyone ever told you how thick-skinned you are?”

His face drew closer: “Has anyone ever told you how soft your lips are?”

Li Weiyi gave in.