A Chan – CH 154

Chapter 154: Extra Chapter: Ah Chan and Ah Chan (3)

Even Zhong Yi, beside her, was startled. He quickly hugged her and said, “Why are you crying so hard? It’s a good thing; will you miss her?” He then whispered in her ear, “You’ve been married to me for so many years!”

Li Xiaoyi smiled again, trying to wipe away her tears, and looked at the stage. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but eight years ago, on that day in Shanghai with Zhong Yi, after receiving that bastard’s phone call, that strange feeling reappeared.

The power of fate was overwhelming and powerless, and she was as insignificant as sand, dazed and confused.

She saw that bastard’s ferocious face, saw a tall building, heard the howling wind in her ears, felt her heart contract violently, and felt her bones shatter—all these feelings flashed by in an instant.

But in that instant, she understood something—even though her sister and brother-in-law had never said much about the history they had changed. She shouldn’t have been here; she shouldn’t have seen anything, shouldn’t have possessed anything. Life, it turned out, was like a grain of sand, slipping through her fingers in the blink of an eye.

But now, she stood here, with her career behind her, Zhong Yi and their child beside her, able to watch her younger sister find happiness.

Li Xiaoyi choked back tears.

Thank you, Weiyi, Ah Chan.

Thank you for holding my hand in the cruel torrent of fate, for keeping me in this world.

Sister wishes you a lifetime of happiness and companionship.

Just like my own life.

The second person to cry was Mr. Li on the stage.

As he accompanied his daughter step by step towards his son-in-law, he initially felt only a bittersweet mix of emotions, his eyes welling up. But the moment he handed his daughter’s hand to his son-in-law, this usually reserved man was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

Why did he feel like he had finally witnessed this scene?

Why did he feel like he wasn’t meant to be so lucky?

The dark, filthy room, blood everywhere, weak breathing, the moment consciousness collapsed—it all flashed by.

Mr. Li stared blankly at them.

So, my fate was also saved by these two children with all their might.

Mr. Li gripped their hands tightly, his voice hoarse, and said, “Ah Chan, you must treat Weiyi well. I’m entrusting her to you. Weiyi, from now on, be sensible, and you two should care for each other, living happily ever after… for a lifetime.” Finally, the old father couldn’t hold back his tears and wiped his face.

Li Weiyi’s tears immediately welled up, and she hugged her father tightly.

Zhang Jingchan said, “I promise you, I’ll take good care of her for the rest of my life.”

Li Weiyi: “Dad, you can be sentimental too, sob sob…”

Watching the scene on stage, many people were deeply moved.

However, to everyone’s utter surprise, the person crying the most was none other than the over-fifty-year-old, still as formidable as ever, Chairman Zhang Moyun.

When had anyone ever seen him cry? Even during Fuming’s most difficult times, this shrewd man had always maintained a resolute demeanor in public, never showing any sign of distress. But now, sitting in the head seat of the audience, he pressed his palm to his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Wu Xinhui, sitting beside him, was stunned. Even she had never seen Zhang Moyun cry like this. Had her husband made a mistake? In their family, they were welcoming a daughter-in-law, not marrying off a son. At every wedding, the in-laws cried while the father-in-law and mother-in-law laughed.

Wu Xinhui nudged her husband’s hand, but Zhang Moyun waved it away, completely ignoring him. He… didn’t know what was wrong with him; he couldn’t control himself, and tears streamed down his face. He thought, “I’ve finally seen this day; my brat is getting married.”

Originally, he shouldn’t have been able to see it.

He had spent half his life as a powerful and influential figure, yet in the end, he would die like a rat in a gutter, in a dark corner where no one saw the light of day.

Even through countless reincarnations, he should have died before this spring.

But in the end, his son and daughter-in-law changed his fate, repeatedly pulling him back from the whirlpool of destiny. In the final reincarnation, it would have been much easier for Zhang Jingchan if he, the old father, had simply intervened. But that brat refused, insisting he hide in the hospital for three days, fearing the forces of reincarnation might conjure something else to kill him. The brat himself risked his life, nearly losing it.

Zhang Moyun wiped away his tears, lowered his hand, his eyes red, but then he smiled.

He would live much longer in the future. He was only in his fifties now and would be taking care of his grandchildren, still vigorous and powerful. Those who had harmed him—let’s see who laughs last.

I, Zhang Moyun, though I made mistakes and stumbled along the way, was able to admit my errors and correct them, and I have a good son and daughter-in-law. In the end, I’ll have the last laugh in my life.