A Chan – CH 152

Chapter 152: Extra: Ah Chan and Ah Chan (1)

The night before the wedding.

Li Weiyi lay sprawled on the sofa, tilting her head to eat sunflower seeds and watch TV.

Mrs. Li and Li Xiaoyi stood behind the sofa. Mrs. Li nudged her eldest daughter with her elbow, seemingly lowering her voice but actually not: “Look at her; she doesn’t look like she’s getting married tomorrow!”

Li Xiaoyi found it amusing and asked, “Weiyi, aren’t you nervous?”

Li Weiyi slowly sat up, threw the sunflower seed shells into the trash can, and clapped her hands: “What’s there to be nervous about? We’ve been together for eight years; who else can I marry if not him? It’s just a formality, a change of house to sleep in.”

Mrs. Li poked her forehead with her finger: “Don’t say that in front of Ah Chan.”

“I know, I’m not stupid, a lifelong commitment. Oh my god, I’m so excited!” Li Weiyi popped another sunflower seed into her mouth.

Mrs. Li was about to be driven crazy by her cheeky younger daughter. She turned and went to her room to continue admiring and checking the dresses and jewelry she would wear tomorrow.

But as she walked, her steps faltered.

Wait a minute, my younger daughter just said they’d been together for eight years?

It’s June 2022 now, which means that in 2014, Li Weiyi was still a senior in high school, and they were already together.

Didn’t that outstanding, composed, and sensible 19-year-old Zhang Jingchan promise them that he wouldn’t pursue Li Weiyi until she went to university?

Mrs. Li gritted her teeth, turned to look at the dazzling array of wedding dresses and jewelry in the room, and finally snorted and laughed.

This was the large apartment where Li Weiyi and Zhang Jingchan lived together. The Li family didn’t own a house in Xiangcheng, so whenever Mr. and Mrs. Li came to visit, Zhong Yi treated them like his own parents, welcoming them home and helping to take care of the children. After the villa was prepared for their wedding, Zhang Jingchan transferred the apartment to Li Weiyi’s name, and now it served as her bridal home.

That’s why Li Weiyi said she wanted to change houses; her marriage was simply a transfer from Zhang Jingchan’s left hand to her right.

The doorbell rang.

Li Xiaoyi asked in surprise, “Someone’s here so late?”

She opened the door, and there stood Li Yunmo, dressed smartly in a suit. Li Xiaoyi immediately stopped him. “The wedding isn’t until tomorrow morning!” She glanced behind him, afraid that Zhang Jingchan might also be there. Wedding customs dictated that the couple shouldn’t see each other the night before the wedding.

Li Yunmo smiled and said, “Brother Chan didn’t come; he’s the most obedient.”

Li Xiaoyi, the sister-in-law, had just overheard her sister mentioning their eight-year relationship. Besides, she hadn’t been oblivious to the signs back then, but she hadn’t said anything. Hearing this, she smiled enigmatically. “Yes, he’s the most obedient.”

Li Weiyi chuckled.

Li Yunmo walked in happily, “I just came to see my sister-in-law. I have a few words to say to her. Actually, I should be considered family; my sister-in-law is ranked before Brother Chan here.”

Li Xiaoyi also went into the room, leaving the two of them alone.

Li Yunmo grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started cracking them open with Li Weiyi, asking her about the wedding preparations. After answering, Li Weiyi said, “Just say what you want to say; don’t beat around the bush.” ​​This guy couldn’t hide anything on his face.

Li Yunmo seemed hesitant to speak, silently eating a few more sunflower seeds before asking, “Sister-in-law, did you and he sign a prenuptial agreement?”

Li Weiyi glanced at him. “So what if we signed it? So what if we did not?”

Li Yunmo’s face flushed even more. He scratched his head and said, “It isn’t that I don’t trust Brother Chan. Over the years, he’s been incredibly good to you. But Brother Chan has reached this point; his shares are worth two or three hundred billion. Although you’re also very successful in your field, in this marriage, you’re the weaker party. I think, whether before or after marriage, you need to secure sufficient protection for yourself.”

Li Weiyi stared at him intently, humbly asking, “Then how much do you think is appropriate for me?”

Li Yunmo hardened his heart and said, “At least one to two tenths.”

Even though it was only one to two tenths, that was already a very, very large amount.

Li Yunmo added hesitantly, “I don’t think Brother Chan will change his mind in the future, but life is long. He’s in such a high position that too many people want something from him. Too much scheming, too many temptations. Besides, Brother Chan is too deep. A few years ago, I thought I could understand what he was thinking, but now I can’t fathom him at all.”

There was a chilling undertone in Li Yunmo’s words, revealing the immense power Zhang Jingchan wielded within the company and among his subordinates.

Li Weiyi rolled her eyes: “You’re overthinking it. You never knew what he was thinking before.”

Li Yunmo: “…”

Li Weiyi chuckled, giving him a nudge on the shoulder: “But the fact that you came today and told me all this shows you’re really on my side, good brother. I didn’t misjudge you.”

Li Yunmo perked up but feigned indifference: “Only Li Yunmo understands you.”

Li Weiyi laughed heartily, then said, “But don’t worry, he’s already given it to me.”

Li Yunmo’s heart skipped a beat, his gossip-loving fire igniting: “How much?”

Li Weiyi: “Anyway, more than you said…quite a bit more.”

Li Yunmo: “Damn!”

Li Yunmo and his father, Li Jinxiong, held nearly 10% of the shares in Huicui Group, but with Li Weiyi’s marriage, she has clearly surpassed them to become a larger shareholder.

In the end, the poorest one was still him, the single dog!

Li Yunmo suddenly said solemnly, “He’s given you his life.”

Li Weiyi held so many shares; if she were to collude with his rivals to stab Zhang Jingchan in the back, Zhang Jingchan might not even be able to protect Huicui.

Li Weiyi sat quietly, a half-smile on her face: “He said this is my imperial sword.”

That was a month ago, when Zhang Jingchan came to see her with a lawyer, handing her a thick stack of documents. Li Weiyi flipped through them and said, “Too much. Don’t you only owe me one hundred million?”

Zhang Jingchan smiled faintly as he sipped his tea, and the lawyer smiled too. The chairman said, “What’s owed is owed; what’s given is given.”

Li Weiyi asked the lawyer to leave.

“You’re making me a little uneasy. It is indeed too much,” she said.

Zhang Jingchan had just returned from the company, dressed in a suit, tie still on, his tall, slender figure leaning casually, hands on his knees, exuding an elegant coldness. He said, “It isn’t just to make you happy; it’s also to cut off my own escape route.”

Li Weiyi was taken aback.

He lowered his eyes, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee: “At first, when I was pursuing you in the cycle of reincarnation, you said you never thought of being with me, that we weren’t from the same world, and that under normal circumstances, I would never consider being with you.”

Li Weiyi: “Fine, let’s sign the agreement then. Why are you bringing up old grievances…”

Zhang Jingchan remained unmoved, continuing to dig: “In this life, we’ve been together since 2014. Over the years, how much jealousy have you felt? Although I’m the one who suffers in the end, Li Weiyi, you definitely lack a sense of security.”