After waiting like this for over an hour, aside from the occasional employee coming in and out, she hadn’t seen any sign of Zhang Jingchan at all. Li Weiyi waited until her mouth was parched and dry, but was too embarrassed to ask the receptionist for a bottle of water. Midway, the receptionist came over to politely shoo her away: “If you don’t have any business, please leave. Don’t keep loitering in our company lobby.” Li Weiyi said, “I won’t leave until I see him. Don’t worry about me.”

After waiting another half hour or so, a car stopped at the entrance. A crew-cut young man in a suit walked over quickly. Li Weiyi immediately ran over and stopped him: “Li Yunmo!”

The receptionist also ran over and quickly explained: “Director Li, this Miss Li insists on seeing President Zhang, but the secretary said there’s no appointment. She’s been sitting in the lobby for an hour and a half and won’t leave.”

Li Weiyi glanced at the receptionist, thinking that even Zhang Jingchan’s company receptionist was quite capable—her handling of the situation was neither too soft nor too hard.

Li Yunmo frowned and looked at Li Weiyi. He didn’t recognize her. “What do you want with President Zhang?”

For Li Weiyi, Li Yunmo’s youthful explosive hairstyle from yesterday was still fresh in her mind, but now he was already a composed and capable young man. His eyes remained clear, which made Li Weiyi feel an inexplicable sense of warmth.

“My name is Li Weiyi. Eight years ago, I fell into the water and Zhang Jingchan saved me. Later he even brought you to visit me. He kept wanting to come to my house—remember?”

Li Yunmo’s eyes suddenly widened, then he quickly recovered his composed expression, lightly coughed, and said, “I have some impression. That was many years ago. We never saw you after that—what do you suddenly want with him?”

Li Weiyi thought, quite defensive—he really has grown up.

“It’s something very important. Can you take me upstairs to see him?”

Li Yunmo glanced at the receptionist. The receptionist shook her head slightly. Li Yunmo understood, and Li Weiyi understood too—Zhang Jingchan didn’t want to see her.

Li Yunmo’s expression cooled. He said, “President Zhang’s schedule is managed by his secretary. I can’t help you.” He turned to leave, but Li Weiyi grabbed his arm and said in a low voice, “Li Yunmo, this is a matter of life and death! Take me upstairs—just a few words, please! I know you’re a good person.”

However, when Li Yunmo heard the words “life and death,” he was startled. His eyes glanced toward her belly, and he quickly pulled his hand away, saying, “Don’t talk nonsense! That’s impossible… After all these years he… I can’t control Brother Chan’s affairs. Don’t come to me!”

Li Weiyi immediately put one hand on her waist and covered her belly with the other, saying, “Li Yunmo, you stop right there! Don’t you know that I was Zhang Jingchan’s white moonlight back then! Have you ever seen him care that much about anyone else? Last night he even drove me home, using that expensive Zegna overcoat like a rag to shield me from the rain, and let me use his mother’s yellow blanket in the car—could I make these things up? Zhang Jingchan once said, ‘The one who understands my heart is none other than Li Yunmo.’ Now he can’t get past his own barrier and won’t see me. As his only confidant, should you just leave me here, or take me upstairs to see him?”

Li Yunmo trembled all over.

“The one who understands my heart is none other than Li Yunmo.”

Zhang Jingchan had only said this once, only to him. Later, when the Zhang family had their troubles, Brother Chan never mentioned it again.

So Brother Chan still remembered.

So Brother Chan had mentioned this phrase—this belief that had sustained Li Yunmo through countless nights following him—to this woman.

Li Yunmo turned around, looking at her with complicated eyes. Perhaps this brief white moonlight really did have a different meaning for Brother Chan. After all, during those few days when Brother Chan encountered her back then, his entire personality changed drastically. For her sake, he became both calculating and scummy—though he quickly returned to normal. But if it wasn’t true love, how could that happen? Moreover, that year was the last period of carefree time in Brother Chan’s life.

So years later, when they reunited behind his back, they were immediately like dry wood meeting fierce fire, thunder meeting earth fire… The more Li Yunmo thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Then thinking about how all these years, Zhang Jingchan had been alone, as if he had severed all romantic and physical desires. If Li Weiyi’s belly really had… maybe it was Zhang Jingchan’s only one in this lifetime…

He gritted his teeth and said, “Come upstairs with me.”

Li Weiyi raised an eyebrow.

So righteous.

Li Yunmo brought Li Weiyi to an empty small conference room on the third floor, told her to wait, and even had someone pour her a cup of warm chrysanthemum tea that wouldn’t harm fetal qi. Li Weiyi waited calmly for more than ten minutes. Instead of Li Yunmo, she waited for the female secretary who had been with Zhang Jingchan that day.

The secretary said, “Miss Li, please come with me. President Zhang is waiting for you.”

Li Weiyi: “Where’s Li Yunmo?”

“Oh.” The secretary said casually, “Director Li just received criticism from President Zhang and went to handwrite the company management regulations ten times.”

Li Weiyi glanced at her, understanding this was something Zhang Jingchan had someone say for her to hear. Let him copy then. As the price for changing his Brother Chan’s fate, what were ten copies of regulations?

Arriving at the office at the end of the corridor, the secretary knocked on the door, signaled for Li Weiyi to go in, stayed outside herself, and closed the door.

This office wasn’t very large. A large bookshelf was filled with books. There was a desk, a tea table by the window, several sofas—almost all in black, white, and gray tones, simple and tidy. Zhang Jingchan sat behind the dimly lit executive desk, holding a stack of documents in his hand. He looked up at her and tossed the documents onto the desk with a “thwack.”

He wasn’t wearing a suit today—he wore a dark gray jacket and casual pants with a white T-shirt underneath. He leaned back, long legs stretched out, one hand pressing his chin, head slightly tilted as he looked at her.

The aura this person casually exuded was vaguely oppressive. Li Weiyi was just considering her words when Zhang Jingchan said, “The white moonlight has arrived. Sit.”

Li Weiyi’s face heated up. Just as she was about to explain, Zhang Jingchan glanced at her flat abdomen and asked unhurriedly, “How many months along? I heard it’s mine.”