Li Weiyi had never backed down since childhood. With a “smack,” she set down her chopsticks: “I’m not nervous at all. It’s just that I’ve never been in a relationship, unlike you with your rich romantic history. I’m already your third, aren’t I?”

Zhang Jingchan nearly choked on his cola. In his heart, he cursed the big-mouthed Li Yunmo hundreds of times and immediately explained: “Don’t listen to other people’s nonsense. The first girlfriend lasted three days—we never even held hands. The second one lasted a few months before we broke up. She counted as a proper girlfriend, but now we’ve cut ties completely.”

Li Weiyi, having won back a round, smiled faintly: “You don’t need to explain. I don’t care anyway.”

Zhang Jingchan felt stifled, but out of masculine instinct, he didn’t want to dwell on this topic any longer. He picked up a wet wipe, wiped his face, tossed it on the table, and spoke the words he’d thought up along the way: “You should take the entrance exam for my university. I won’t disturb you this year, and next year I’ll welcome you into the university.”

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

Zhang Jingchan mentally estimated the distance between the provincial Academy of Fine Arts and his university, felt it was acceptable, and said: “Then will you apply to the provincial Academy of Fine Arts?”

That was also a famous art academy. Li Weiyi would need to work hard to get in. She nodded: “I’ll do my best.”

But Zhang Jingchan said: “You can’t just do your best—you must get in. I don’t want a long-distance relationship.”

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

Zhang Jingchan: “I haven’t even fallen for you yet, and you haven’t fallen for me either. If we do long-distance on top of that, isn’t that the same as breaking up? What if someone tries to steal me away?”

Li Weiyi: “Hey, don’t make it sound like I’m the flirtatious one. Maybe someone will steal me away first.” She glanced at his handsome features, then thought about his playboy history, and the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Strangely enough, Zhang Jingchan clearly wasn’t familiar with her, yet when she shot him that disdainful look, he immediately understood what she was imagining. He gave a cold laugh, patted his left arm, and said: “You’ve already carved words here. Would I dare?”

Li Weiyi’s face turned bright red.

She didn’t know that previously, Wu Xinhui had photographed her daily carving sessions, hoping that when her son woke up one day, she could show him “her devotion.”

The two of them were getting more and more off-track.

Eventually, after some haggling, Li Weiyi still agreed to do her utmost to get into the Academy of Fine Arts. She would handle the specialized courses herself, but for subjects she didn’t understand, Zhang Jingchan would tutor her.

And so, this strange, pre-arranged romance began according to Zhang Jingchan’s plan.

……

The twenty-seven-year-old Zhang Jingchan, thinking back on that year’s “planned romance,” could only find it amusing. Looking at the lump under the blanket, Li Weiyi had her back to him, refusing to turn around.

Of course Zhang Jingchan wouldn’t go sleep on the sofa. Seeing through it but not saying it out loud—was she really angry because of his impatience back then?

Having been entangled on this bed thousands of times was one thing; both of them accepting this lifetime’s emotions and memories without any barriers was one thing; but having her, who had only just awakened a day ago, immediately go all the way with him was quite another matter.

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

Li Weiyi’s mind immediately flashed with many indescribable scenes. Not just “enough”—it was more than enough, from after nine in the evening until after two in the morning.

“Then let’s sleep properly.”

“Okay.”

Li Weiyi rolled back into his embrace.

But Zhang Jingchan, remembering the past, felt somewhat nostalgic for those times when he tutored her, so he began to coax her: “Do you have anything to do tomorrow?”

“Nothing much?”

“Want to come with me to the company?”

In this lifetime, Li Weiyi had actually rarely gone to his company, mainly because she didn’t want to be too high-profile. She looked at his expression and answered “okay.”

Even if you’re no longer that hot-tempered youth, but a business mogul everyone fears and respects—if you want me to accompany you, how could I refuse?