Zhang Jingchan watched Li Yunmo happily leave in a taxi. He sat in the driver’s seat, and Li Weiyi handed him the phone and SIM card. While installing the SIM card, Zhang Jingchan asked, “Sister-in-law?”

Li Weiyi said, “Uh… expedient measure, expedient measure. Otherwise, what excuse would I have to look for you, a high school student?”

“Anyway, eight years ago and eight years later, you use the same trick.” Zhang Jingchan started the car.

“It works well.” Li Weiyi said righteously, “Otherwise, we two would have absolutely no connection whatsoever.”

Zhang Jingchan glanced at her but said nothing.

However, having Zhang Jingchan come over together made Li Weiyi very happy—she was no longer isolated and helpless. But thinking about what happened before the crossing, Li Weiyi’s heart sank, and she said, “In 2022, we… that was a traffic accident?”

“Yes.”

“Could it have been targeting us?”

“Probably not.”

“Then… are we still alive in 2022?”

Zhang Jingchan gripped the steering wheel, looking straight ahead, and answered, “We’ll know the answer in three days.”

“That’s right! Since we’re here, let’s make the best of it. President Zhang, let’s go!”

Li Weiyi’s stomach suddenly rumbled twice clearly. She awkwardly touched her stomach and said, “It’s fine, I’m not that hungry. Let’s handle business first.”

Zhang Jingchan looked down and saw the light pink watch on the slender wrist. He frowned slightly, thinking he should have asked her to buy a men’s watch earlier. It was already 12:30. He pulled over and parked in front of a restaurant. “Let’s eat first and discuss while we eat.”

The two entered the restaurant. Zhang Jingchan, wearing a high school uniform, strode ahead, while the five-foot-ten Li Weiyi walked behind with light, quick steps.

A server approached. Zhang Jingchan said concisely, “A private room, somewhere quiet.”

The server said, “…Okay, miss, how many people?”

“Two.” Zhang Jingchan raised his chin toward Li Weiyi behind him.

Li Weiyi instinctively flashed them a brilliant smile, and the young server’s face immediately turned red. Zhang Jingchan was also slightly stunned.

The two sat down in the private room. Zhang Jingchan handed the menu to Li Weiyi. Li Weiyi said, “You order. I’m easy.” Zhang Jingchan didn’t refuse. After asking if Li Weiyi had any dietary restrictions, he quickly ordered three dishes and a soup.

Li Weiyi could now properly observe him.

It was a very strange feeling. The appearance was exactly the same, yet “her” demeanor and temperament were worlds apart from her own.

When “she” ordered, “she” leaned back in the chair very relaxed, speaking unhurriedly with a low tone that carried an indescribable charm. After finishing the order, “she” closed the menu and lightly tossed it at the corner of the table, placing her hand back on the table.

Then Zhang Jingchan looked up at her, his gaze clear and bright as lightning.

Li Weiyi was secretly watching while drinking water and nearly choked, her face reddening a bit.

Zhang Jingchan finally frowned those two delicate, jet-black eyebrows and said, “Can you…”

Li Weiyi was still biting the rim of the cup, staring at him blankly, and responded vaguely, “Hmm?”

Zhang Jingchan paused, turned his head away, smiled, and sighed, “Forget it, it’s nothing.”

Li Weiyi asked, “Oh, so where should we start?”

“Deal with your family’s matter first.”

Li Weiyi hadn’t expected that with possibly only three days, both families facing life-and-death situations, he would unhesitatingly let her go first.

Li Weiyi immediately reciprocated, “As soon as I woke up this morning, I called your dad. He didn’t answer. Your mom said he’s on a business trip in Shanghai.”

Zhang Jingchan nodded. “Thoughtful of you, thank you. Give me the phone.”

Li Weiyi handed over the phone. He picked it up and fiddled with something, while saying, “Tell me about your sister’s situation.”

Li Weiyi gave a brief account.

Zhang Jingchan put down the phone. “What’s your plan?”

Li Weiyi’s eyes sparkled as she stared at him. “Last time I tried to persuade her, but it didn’t work. Now that you’re here, she should listen to her own little sister, after all, she loves me the most.”

Zhang Jingchan filled a bowl of soup and slowly drank it, saying, “A ‘Zhang Jingchan’ who appeared out of nowhere running to persuade her to break up with her boyfriend—of course she wouldn’t listen.”

Li Weiyi said, “You’re wrong about that. I won over their whole family’s favor at the time.”

Zhang Jingchan looked up. Perhaps because she was in front of him, she didn’t need to disguise herself as a boy, so she sat up straight, chin raised, legs closed together, fists clenched and placed on his legs. Even while being triumphant, her sitting posture revealed obedience. Zhang Jingchan could easily imagine what kind of posture she had presented with that five-foot-ten body to win the Li family’s affection.

Zhang Jingchan felt a rare sense of defeat and humiliation. However, when he recalled waking up at school earlier, having to use the restroom and entering the men’s room to face the surprised, shy, or excited faces of young boys, his mood turned to resignation.

Li Weiyi stared blankly: the girl before her, as time gradually passed, seemed to have an increasingly powerful and natural aura.

She held the bowl with one hand, her slender, fair fingers lightly tapping the bowl’s rim, head lowered as she drank the soup. Whether it was her lowered eyebrows and eyes or her tightly pressed lips, everything exuded a cold, forbidding aura that kept people at a distance. Li Weiyi had never thought her small round face, small arms, and small legs could also be so cool, instead of always being the “hehe” and “haha” in her classmates and friends’ eyes.

Zhang Jingchan noticed her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Li Weiyi’s handsome face reddened slightly, and she praised sincerely, “I wanted to say this earlier—you’re like this… indescribably beautiful.”

Zhang Jingchan: “…”

“Enough, let’s talk business!” He interrupted her wandering thoughts. “What attitude do your parents have toward Zhou Zhihao?”

Li Weiyi’s expression darkened. “They strongly approve.”

“Then it might be difficult. You’re now a high school student asking your sister to break up with her boyfriend—what’s your position and reasoning? How much weight can a minor’s words carry in a rule-following family?”

Li Weiyi’s eyebrows drooped. The possibility of being suppressed by her parents was indeed very high. But after just a moment, she raised her head decisively, slapped her palm on the table, leaned her body toward him, her eyes bright and compelling. “Then we’ll have to use some extraordinary measures!”

This manner was somewhat like him, and the words carried some masculine spirit—Zhang Jingchan thought.

Li Weiyi told him about the discharged veteran Zhong Yi, then said, “I think my sister has always had him in her heart, and he should have my sister too. It’s just that later, they had fate but no destiny. If Zhong Yi is willing, he might be able to win my sister over.”

Zhang Jingchan hadn’t expected that Li Weiyi’s formidable extraordinary measure was… homewrecking. He clearly felt the huge difference in thinking patterns between men and women. He said, “Even if we can persuade Zhong Yi to pursue her, if we can only stay for three days, there are too many variables.”

Li Weiyi looked distressed. “Then what should we do? Three days is too little time to accomplish anything.”

Zhang Jingchan, dressed in a complete set of blue and white high school uniform and wearing white sneakers, crossed his arms, leaned back, crossed his legs, and gazed out the window in thought for a moment before saying, “Then we’ll strike at the root—make it impossible for Zhou Zhihao to pursue your sister.”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t require any big moves, nor is it any honorable method. The Zhou family’s main assets are three storefronts and two shops. Use my identity to give a few instructions and have someone investigate whether their family has anything shady, or set a trap to ruin their business and make them insolvent. Even if we go back, the people below will handle things. Without his family, Zhou Zhihao is just a thug. How will he pursue your sister then?”

Li Weiyi’s eyes lit up as she listened. Zhou Zhihao had domestically abused her sister with all kinds of tactics, subjected her to extreme humiliation, tormented her until she was neither human nor ghost, and even abused Niuniu. His parents were accomplices too—his mother had also physically attacked her sister, frequently insulted her, and the whole family engaged in psychological abuse together. Li Weiyi knew all this clearly, and upon hearing Zhang Jingchan’s idea, she immediately felt satisfied.

However, she still said, “Isn’t that too vicious?”

On Zhang Jingchan’s pink, tender face, his cherry lips curved slightly upward, his eyes indifferent. “Just normal business tactics. Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.”

Li Weiyi thought he—no, herself at this moment—was incredibly handsome. She eagerly refilled his tea and said, “President Zhang is so domineering! Better yet, have people implement economic strikes while persuading Zhong Yi to pursue my sister—give him double insurance!”

Zhang Jingchan looked at her fawning, beaming expression and chuckled softly. “Now that’s vicious.”