Li Weiyi said, “President Zhang, this is a misunderstanding! I meant this matter is serious enough to involve life and death—it was all Li Yunmo’s own wild imagination.”

Zhang Jingchan stared at her, his gaze dark and unfathomable, unsmiling, difficult to approach.

Last night’s interaction seemed merely a brief exposure of vulnerability after losing his father—a softness that had expired and was no longer available.

He slowly and heavily patted the armrest of his chair twice with one hand and said, “Speak.”

Li Weiyi knew she had passed the pregnancy hurdle—he didn’t plan to dwell on it.

That’s right, this was more like a magnanimous man who could shoulder one billion yuan.

“What I’m about to say is bizarre, but absolutely true. It concerns whether we can change the fate of both our families—to bring your father and my sister back from the dead.”

Zhang Jingchan glanced at her. That glance was truly icy and sharp. Li Weiyi maintained unwavering eye contact with him. After a moment, he lowered his eyes and looked away.

“In 2014, you were 19 years old. From January 11th to January 13th, you lost three days of memory. Someone became you and did a bunch of chaotic things in your place.”

Zhang Jingchan looked up again.

Li Weiyi smiled. “That person was me. Hard to believe, isn’t it? Come, let me tell you in detail what I did—

Your dad’s Ferrari for you arrived on the 11th, but because I didn’t have a driver’s license, I had Li Yunmo drive it for three days.

I also took him to my home—the Li family home. Because I thought you would swap with me and enter my body, but the 17-year-old me was unconscious for three days…”

Li Weiyi recounted the important points of those three days’ experiences. Of course, she excluded the part about being forcibly kissed by his girlfriend.

Zhang Jingchan, at some point, had crossed his long legs and was gazing out the window in contemplation, his hands clasped together and resting on his knee.

“Yesterday wasn’t our first meeting. I should say, yesterday—January 13th, 2022—I lived through twice.

The first time, when we were passing through the tunnel, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I had returned to 2014 and became you. Three days later, I woke up and returned to January 13th, 2022—yesterday. Zhang Jingchan, I specifically waited for you by the riverside because I knew we would meet, that you would help me and drive me home. But I don’t know why I wasn’t able to return to 2014 again.”

After Li Weiyi finished speaking, even she found it eerily astonishing. Yet Zhang Jingchan maintained that same posture throughout, not saying a word.

Li Weiyi thought to herself that this man was far too composed! It was completely impossible to guess what he was thinking.

She stood up, pressed her hands on the desk, and leaned her body toward him. “Zhang Jingchan, I know this is incredible. No one expected this kind of miracle. This is heaven giving us a chance to change our fate! As long as you accompany me to try a few more times—sitting in the same car at the same time passing through the tunnel—I might be able to return to 2014 again. Do you know what that means? Everything can be overturned and redone, including life itself!”

Zhang Jingchan finally moved. He picked up the tissue box and gently tossed it beside her hand. “Are you finished?”

Li Weiyi pulled out a tissue, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and nodded. “I’m finished. So, what do you plan to do? Will you accompany me? Fate chose us as partners—it’s not like I’m deliberately clinging to you.”

“Now that you’re finished, you can leave. Don’t come to my company again, and don’t look for me—otherwise I’ll call security.”

Li Weiyi said incredulously, “You don’t believe me? I’ve explained everything so clearly, and you still don’t believe me?”

Zhang Jingchan said, “Miss Li, I don’t know where you gathered this information from, nor do I know what you’re scheming. You’ve woven your story with such detail and internal consistency—that takes some skill. But perhaps you’ve misunderstood—I’m still worthless right now, with nothing worth scheming for. Moreover, I happen to possess normal human logic and cognitive ability. Please leave immediately and stop wasting each other’s time.”

Zhang Jingchan’s hand reached toward the telephone—it looked like he was about to call someone.

Li Weiyi anxiously pressed down on his hand and said, “Zhang Jingchan! Why are you so stubbornly obstinate? I—I even wrote a plan in your notebook: First, break up the lovebirds—meaning separate my sister from that scumbag; second is to learn painting; third, stay away from scumbags; fourth, buy stocks; fifth, hoard real estate… The last item I wrote was ‘Save Fuming Group’—I wrote that for you! Because you extended a helping hand when I was most desperate—that was my way of repaying you! If that person wasn’t me, how would they write such things? Think about it carefully!”

Zhang Jingchan gripped her hand in return, pushed it away, looked up, and stared at her with dark, brooding eyes. She stood there, looking down at him from above.

After a moment of silent confrontation, Li Weiyi suddenly understood and revealed a cunning smile. “You believe me, don’t you? You just can’t convince yourself.”

But he still remained silent.

Li Weiyi steeled her resolve and said, “Zhang Jingchan, you’ve forced me to this—you have a mole on your lower abdomen, more than ten centimeters below your navel, middle-left, next to the hair, tiny, and it was pink. Of course, it might have grown and changed color by now. I didn’t do it on purpose—I saw it accidentally. I couldn’t exactly ask people about this, could I…”

“Enough!” Zhang Jingchan interrupted her. His expression remained cold and stern, but a blush crept up his handsome face, looking particularly out of place.

Li Weiyi felt like laughing but held it in, maintaining a serious and righteous expression. “Do you believe me now? Destined companion.”

Zhang Jingchan tapped the desktop with his knuckles. “Stop jumping around. Sit down and talk.”

Li Weiyi sat down with an air of triumph.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Jingchan said, “You go out first. I need to think about this matter before giving you an answer.”

Li Weiyi understood that this was difficult for a normal person to accept. She nodded and said, “Then you must decide before dark. Tonight, I want to try again.”

Zhang Jingchan called his secretary, then said to Li Weiyi, “Stay in the company for now. Don’t wander around. Wait for my arrangements.”

Li Weiyi nodded. She had nowhere else to go anyway. And he probably wanted to keep her under his watch temporarily.

Zhang Jingchan said to his secretary, “Take her to Room 309.” The secretary was momentarily stunned but agreed.

Li Weiyi had already followed the secretary out the door when she poked her head back in and earnestly urged, “You need to decide quickly.”

Zhang Jingchan looked up at her peeking figure and finally gave a slight nod.

After Li Weiyi left, Zhang Jingchan sat quietly for a while, then bent down to open the bottom drawer of his desk. From beneath a pile of documents, he pulled out a notebook covered in plastic. The pages had yellowed. He turned to a particular page where at the top was a line of elegant, spirited large characters:

“Comprehensive Fate Rewriting Plan (Achan-Li).”

…

At the bottom, below the line that read “Save Fuming Group,” two cartoon figures were drawn. One boy, dressed and styled like him from back then, lay on the ground unconscious. A slender girl resembling Li Weiyi stood beside him holding a sword, her eyes wide open, full of spirit and vitality.

——

Room 309 was right next to Zhang Jingchan’s office. The secretary opened the door and said, “Please rest here for now. If you need anything, call me anytime. There are drinks, snacks, and fruit in the refrigerator.”

The secretary’s attitude was noticeably more respectful. Li Weiyi walked in and looked around—it was a small rest room with full wooden flooring. The bedsheets were coffee-colored, the wallpaper had a warm yellow tint, and two woven rattan cushions lay on the floor. A simple gray-black floor lamp stood at an angle by the bedside. The curtain colors were very plain, with several rays of sunlight leaking through and shining on the walls.

It was the kind of place… that just made you want to sleep.

Li Weiyi noticed a suit jacket tossed on the single sofa and asked, “This place is…”

The secretary replied, “This is President Zhang’s private rest room.”

So this was someone’s den.

He appeared cold and aloof, yet his den was so soft and warm.