Li Weiyi had been crying but now laughed, saying: “I also made mistakes. I…”

He kissed her mouth: “You don’t need to say it.”

Li Weiyi’s tears gushed out again.

Crying while kissing, somehow the two had moved to the bed. Only tonight, Zhang Jingchan’s gaze was exceptionally intense and exceptionally deep.

After a round of kissing and touching more intense than ever before, he asked: “From now on, will you peacefully follow me? We’ll never break up again. There’s nothing to fear, nothing we can’t do.”

Li Weiyi nodded through her tears: “That being said, if you flirt around again, I’ll still get angry.”

Zhang Jingchan: “…Got it!”

What happened after that night was natural, chaotic and intense, wave after wave of climax, body and soul as one.

Only, the nineteen-year-old Li Weiyi really hadn’t expected that two people who were supposed to break up would instead lose their virginity together.

The twenty-one-year-old Zhang Jingchan, on the other hand, thought: damn, after all the hardship comes reward, finally waited for this day.

——

So at this moment, when the twenty-seven-year-old Zhang Jingchan saw Li Weiyi encounter her ex-boyfriend again, as if fate had its own mysterious arrangements, he could finally understand what Li Weiyi felt in her heart back then when she saw those girls pass by his side.

Even though he hadn’t even clearly remembered those girls’ faces, it didn’t stop Li Weiyi from pinching him, biting him, wrapping herself in the blanket and refusing him. And he could only helplessly let her make a fuss, coaxing her over and over.

Honestly, Zhang Jingchan was afraid that even raising a daughter in the future wouldn’t require such good temperament.

Zhang Jingchan walked up behind the two and happened to hear Li Weiyi saying: “I already have a boyfriend. I can’t give you my WeChat. Hurry up and leave!”

Zhang Jingchan shouldn’t have known Xie Zhilu, but after waking up from several accumulated lifetimes, he had investigated this man and could be said to know him very well. But at this moment, Director Zhang acted as if he completely hadn’t seen the man opposite who was lovestruck and lost in spirit. He gently wrapped his arm around Li Weiyi’s waist and asked: “How long have you been waiting?”

Li Weiyi still felt a little guilty. She looked up with a radiant smile trying to cover it up: “Not long. Let’s go.”

Zhang Jingchan said “mm.”

But Xie Zhilu opposite was shocked.

He recognized Zhang Jingchan, had seen him once before, from far away.

That was two weeks ago when he followed his advisor to attend a banquet dinner. It really was from quite far away—he saw school leaders and some city leaders surrounding one man like stars around the moon.

At that time, his advisor pointed at that man and said to him: “The famous Zhang Jingchan, have you heard of him? Only two years older than you. He’s Zhang Moyun’s son. Now he’s multiplied his father’s assets who knows how many times. Like father, like son.”

Xie Zhilu hadn’t yet entered the workforce. Looking at that man in suit and tie, handsome and noble, it was like seeing an unreachable dream of ascending to heaven.

……

“Director Zhang… Director Zhang…” Xie Zhilu stammered, instantly forgetting that the second before he’d been asking the other party’s girlfriend for her WeChat. His mind only thought this was Zhang Jingchan, he’d encountered him by chance—he must say a few words and leave an impression!

Zhang Jingchan’s steps paused. Holding Li Weiyi, he turned his head to look at this man who had ambition and selfishness written in his eyes, who thought he understood but understood nothing.

Zhang Jingchan smiled and nodded at him: “Thank you.”

Xie Zhilu was stunned. But Zhang Jingchan added: “Don’t appear in front of my girlfriend again.” He walked away with her in his arms.

Li Weiyi: “Why are you thanking him?”

Naturally, it was thanking him for the grace of not marrying her.

Zhang Jingchan answered: “Think about how to apologize to me.”

“Why should I apologize?”

“Then why have I been apologizing all these years?”

Li Weiyi burst out laughing: “Because you flirt around.”

“Am I not upright and proper enough?”

“Being upright and proper can’t change the fact that you’re a high-risk individual.”

“I remember there were also a few male students from the Academy of Fine Arts and the neighboring Polytechnic University who pursued you, right?” Back then, he’d practically announced their relationship to the world, yet there were still obtuse male students who came forward.

Li Weiyi thought of a certain male student from Polytechnic University and felt guilty for a moment. Zhang Jingchan didn’t know about this matter—it was better he never knew. She immediately linked arms with him and coaxed: “Compared to you, they’re all wildflowers by the roadside. You’re the only peony king in my home!”

A vein twitched on Zhang Jingchan’s forehead. What a comparison.

“I have to go on a business trip for a week tomorrow.” He lowered his head to glance at his watch and said meaningfully: “You still have eighteen hours to apologize.”

That evening, on the big bed in Zhang Jingchan’s master bedroom, Li Weiyi “sincerely” apologized. Although they didn’t take the final step, compared to their development during the time loop, they’d made a huge leap forward.

As for why Zhang Jingchan didn’t insist on taking the final step, it was because this was their first time after returning, and he actually hoped to be a bit more solemn, with a stronger sense of ceremony, to give her a more perfect feeling. So he wanted to wait until after his business trip to carefully plan it. And honestly speaking, this feeling of gradually consuming his girlfriend bite by bite, watching her panic, watching her tremble, watching her both afraid and expectant—Zhang Jingchan quite enjoyed it.

And why didn’t Li Weiyi want to take the final step? It was because Zhang Jingchan’s previous methods had already made her collapse physically and mentally into complete disarray. In the end, he carried her to the bathroom. While bathing, the two almost couldn’t hold back. Zhang Jingchan’s will almost wavered, but she cried and said no, she was so nervous, please give her just a little more time. Zhang Jingchan finally took a breath, kissed her forehead and said: Wait until I come back from my business trip.

When Zhang Jingchan left, it was for a week. He went to Shanghai, both to meet important government figures and to inspect factories and meet with several investors. His schedule was very full.

Li Weiyi lived alone in the empty big house, counting the days, thinking about the deadline he’d given before leaving, and her heart felt anxious. Actually, in these matters, she wasn’t a hesitant or shy girl. But he wasn’t just anyone—he was Zhang Jingchan. The way he kissed her and touched her in suit and tie, all proper and dignified, made her nearly collapse. What’s more without clothes. Think back—top luxury brand men’s shirts and suit pants, gradually stripped away under her palms, revealing a young, lean body. Yet he really didn’t talk much in bed. His expression while doing those things was just as detached and pressing as at the negotiation table. The most abstinent was him, the most lustful was also him.

On the fifth day of Zhang Jingchan’s business trip, a colleague from the publishing house sent Li Weiyi a message: Have you seen the interview video from Financial Daily the day before yesterday?

Li Weiyi: ??

Colleague: Damn, you’re so unconcerned. The interview was with your boyfriend.

Li Weiyi: Oh, he often accepts interviews. Nothing special to see.

Colleague: You should still watch it, you heartless woman!

The colleague sent a video link.

Li Weiyi recognized at a glance that it was filmed in Zhang Jingchan’s Shanghai office. The financial magazine with the most national influence—no wonder he would accept the interview.