Previously, every weekend, Zhang Jingchan would wait until Li Weiyi’s father, mother, or Li Xiaoyi came home from work, greet them, and only then leave, demonstrating proper etiquette. The Li family all felt his upbringing was truly excellent—generous and courteous, outstanding academic performance, and strict with Li Weiyi.

But today, without waiting for the adults to return, Zhang Jingchan ran off.

Leaving behind only a Li Weiyi with swollen lips, cursing him in her heart for a good while. Fortunately, Young Master Li was quite clever. When her older sister Li Xiaoyi came home, she saw her younger sister eating a bag of spicy strips—not only were her lips red, but her whole face was flushed red from the spice.

Successfully got away with it.

However, for several consecutive weekends after that, the tutoring sessions weren’t very effective. Only then did Li Weiyi believe what her classmates said—that puppy love really would affect one’s studies. Even if Zhang Jingchan was just sitting beside her reading, she couldn’t concentrate. And where was he seriously reading anyway? He spent half the afternoon kissing her.

The key thing was, after kissing enough, this guy would still check her homework and test papers, criticizing her for slow progress, too many mistakes, and no improvement in grades.

After several rounds of this, Li Weiyi really couldn’t take it anymore. After he came to her house, she directly shut him outside the room door, saying: “I’m much more efficient reviewing on my own than with your tutoring! Go home! You’re really affecting my studies.”

Zhang Jingchan also knew he’d gone overboard recently, but thinking that the person in his arms was his future wife, and she was so… nice to kiss, he really couldn’t help himself. He leaned back against the door, reflected painfully for a while, and said: “Open the door. I promise not to touch you this time.”

“What if you do?”

“Then I won’t come anymore from now on.”

At that time, Li Weiyi still believed that an academic achiever ranked first in his entire department, and also the son of a big boss, should be a person of integrity. She let him in. Sure enough, Zhang Jingchan picked up his own homework and buried his head in serious writing. Li Weiyi was somewhat distracted at first, but seeing him completely focused and writing rapidly, she was also infected by it and began concentrating on working through test papers.

The setting sun slanted down.

Li Weiyi felt her study state today was particularly good and pushed the papers in front of him. Zhang Jingchan finished grading them in a glance and also smiled: “Your Chinese and math have returned to your best level. English 135—an improvement of eight points.”

Li Weiyi cheered. Zhang Jingchan tossed the papers aside, rested one arm on the desk, cracked his knuckles one by one, lowered his head with a smile, and asked: “Such great progress—this teacher is also very pleased and has decided to reward you. Think about it, what reward do you want?”

Li Weiyi’s eyes darted around.

Zhang Jingchan had a signed book by a famous author in his study that she had coveted for a long time. She’d never seen Zhang Jingchan read it either. Supposedly the author had given it to Zhang Moyun at a dinner once, and Zhang Moyun didn’t read books either.

She had just opened her mouth eagerly when Zhang Jingchan said: “Can’t think of anything? Then I’ll decide.”

“I didn’t…”

Zhang Jingchan grabbed one of her hands, clasped the back of her head with his other hand, lowered his head, and kissed her.

……

Zhang Jingchan actually also had moments when he couldn’t restrain himself and wanted to go further. But he still had a moral baseline in his heart. Recently, under the guise of tutoring homework, every time… he also knew his morals had degraded severely.

So on this day, after heavily rewarding the young lady who scored 135, Zhang Jingchan forced his hands to only stay above her neck, buried his face in her neck, and asked with slight resentment: “When do you turn eighteen?”

“Next week…”

Zhang Jingchan came completely alive, looking at her with bright, shining eyes: “Really?”

Li Weiyi was very proud: “Yes, I’m about to become an adult. Actually, my lunar calendar birthday passed a few days ago. Next week is my solar calendar birthday.”

Zhang Jingchan suddenly lowered his head and began kissing heavily again.

As he kissed, his hand began moving downward, stopping below the collarbone and above the ribs, covering but not moving.

Li Weiyi was shocked and bit his lip, slapping his hand away.

“Aren’t you an adult? Lunar calendar adulthood counts as adulthood too.” He was especially sincere. “I promise not to do anything else, just… squeeze twice.”

Li Weiyi’s face was like it was on fire as she said viciously: “Only after the college entrance exam!”

Zhang Jingchan sighed deeply and said: “So slow.”

Time was so slow.

Why must I, at the most unrestrained, youthfully passionate age of nineteen, treat you as if we just met, yet be as close as old friends?

——

Time was like the pages of books on the desk, turning page by page, the dappled light and shadow from the window shining through, ultimately irretrievable.

Zhang Jingchan came back to his senses, signed his name at the bottom of the document he’d already finished reading, and tossed it back on the desk. He looked up—Li Weiyi was occupying a corner of his office desk at an angle, reading a novel. In front of her was yogurt kept in his office for her, and a plate of exquisite small pastries.

She was reading very intently, completely unaware that the man who had just been lost in memories had been watching her for quite a while.

Zhang Jingchan got up and walked over, pulling the book from her hands. She was reading with great interest and glared at him with dissatisfaction. He inserted both hands under her armpits, easily lifted her up, and placed her on that expensive and enormous executive desk.

Li Weiyi sat on the desk of Huicui Group’s chairman for the first time. Her feet dangled in the air, and she was actually a bit flustered: “What are you doing?”

The man in a suit and tie, neatly dressed, closed his deep-set eyes, pressed both hands beside her body, and leaned down.

Li Weiyi smiled and kissed him back, seeking each other, teasing each other, deep and shallow, quite pleasant indeed.

“You didn’t also write in your diary that besides pressing me against glass to kiss, you also wanted to put me on the desk to kiss, did you?” She brought up his chuunibyou declaration.

He laughed through his nose, looked at her with an indiscernible gaze, pressed her head and kissed her again until she couldn’t breathe, while his other hand slowly moved upward and explored inside.

Li Weiyi was shocked: He was in the office, touching her…

She tried to knock his hand away: “What if someone comes in…”

He let her hit him, his five fingers not budging an inch: “No one dares to come in without knocking. Li Weiyi, you owe me this…”

Li Weiyi couldn’t remember at all when she had incurred this debt. Even if she owed it, hadn’t she repaid it enough over all these years?

When the secretary finally came to knock on the door to request instructions for the next work item, Zhang Jingchan had finally satisfied his teenage addiction, completely content. Only poor Li Weiyi, flushed and weak all over, was placed in the executive chair by him, her head buried down in fear of being seen by the secretary.

“Director Zhang, the overseas expansion department people have arrived. They want to report on their proposal. It will take approximately thirty minutes.” The secretary kept her eyes straight ahead.

Zhang Jingchan: “Have them come in five minutes. You leave first.”

He turned to look at the soft-shelled snail in the executive chair, his voice several degrees softer: “Why don’t you go inside? After the meeting, I’ll have lunch with you.”

Inside the office was a rest room with a bed and sofa. The way she looked now, he didn’t want any subordinates to see.

Li Weiyi refused: “Hiding in broad daylight—others will think we were doing something before. I’ll go out for a stroll and wait for you to get off work.”

“Go stroll around Zhongjin Mall.” He tilted his chin toward another building outside the window. “See if there’s anything you want to buy.”

Li Weiyi nodded, then asked with a mischievous smile: “Where’s my one hundred million? When will Director Zhang honor it?”

He looked at her with a faint smile: “I’ve already appreciated in value.”

“??”

His tone was as casual as if discussing what to eat for lunch: “Later when we get married, I’ll give you half of all my assets.”

Li Weiyi: I really don’t know what to say—goodbye!

Actually, Zhang Jingchan had long ago given her a supplementary card with no spending limit. However, Li Weiyi rarely used his money for big shopping sprees. Of course, occasionally when she saw something she particularly liked, she would indeed swipe the card and buy it without looking at the price. Today she took a fancy to a men’s overcoat and a pair of women’s leather shoes, swiping the card to buy them.

When passing by a bubble tea shop, she bought a cup of trendy milk tea. Finding it light and not too sweet, quite delicious, she bought another cup for Zhang Jingchan.

Ten minutes later, the clothes she bought had been placed in the trunk of Zhang Jingchan’s car by his driver, while the milk tea was personally delivered to Zhang Jingchan’s office desk by the secretary.

Zhang Jingchan, who was in a meeting with a group of company bigwigs, saw the freshly and cutely packaged milk tea and only raised his eyebrows slightly.

No one dared send him this kind of thing, except Li Weiyi.

After talking for a while, Zhang Jingchan felt slightly thirsty. His hand had just reached for the teacup containing premium pre-rain Longjing tea when he paused, turned instead to pick up that cup of iced milk tea, and took a light sip.

The tea was like the person—fresh and refreshing. He also remembered that during their university days, she often bought him various milk teas. Back then her taste leaned toward sweet, making it so he couldn’t drink it, couldn’t throw it away, and couldn’t bear to give it away. In the end, he took them all home for his mother to drink.

Thus, throughout the morning, subordinates coming in and out of the chairman’s office all saw that their usually stern-faced, extremely refined chairman kept drinking milk tea from a certain trendy shop downstairs.

You must know that when they entered the chairman’s office, what they drank was all rare tea leaves, the kind you might not even find on the market.

How delicious must this cup of milk tea be to make even the picky-tasting chairman unable to put it down?

As a result, for the next half month or so, that milk tea shop’s sales skyrocketed daily—but that’s a story for later.

This day, near noon, the secretary had already reserved a quiet private room at the restaurant downstairs. Zhang Jingchan didn’t want secretaries or assistants following, so he personally went downstairs to pick her up at the entrance of the mall across the way.

Zhang Jingchan was already quite famous in this city’s business district, and this area was the commercial center. Many people had seen him on the news. Plus, with his outstanding appearance, even though it was just a short stretch of road when walking on the street, he still attracted many people’s attention.

However, Big Boss Zhang, under everyone’s watchful eyes, was not in a good mood.

From over ten meters away, he looked at Li Weiyi at the mall entrance, and the man standing opposite her.

Zhang Jingchan recognized that man.