After using the bathroom, Li Weiyi saw Zhang Jingchan push open the bedroom door and come out. Her eyes lit up.

The girl’s figure was slender and petite. On top, she wore a white hoodie with blue trim. On the bottom, gray-blue athletic pants—she looked very fresh and cute.

However, the girl’s expression revealed a calm coldness that didn’t match her age.

Li Weiyi praised sincerely, “So pretty, cute! Yet very cool. How does Student Li Weiyi blend these two completely different styles so perfectly!”

Zhang Jingchan walked toward the exit. “I think it’s just average.”

Li Weiyi caught up. “President Zhang is too modest.”

Zhang Jingchan stopped, one hand in his pants pocket, and looked up at her. She very considerately bent down, bringing her face close and smiling at him.

Zhang Jingchan looked at this extremely familiar face before him. For the first time on this face, he saw a smile brilliant to this degree. He was momentarily dazed and, as if possessed, raised his hand and patted her cheek. “This thick?”

Li Weiyi grinned. “Ah, whose face is this? This is President Zhang’s face.”

Zhang Jingchan snorted coldly and walked out the door, though his eyes held a smile.

Seeing the villa from his memory again, Zhang Jingchan was momentarily lost in thought. Several years later, he had come here again—the villa had been auctioned off to someone else. Perhaps thinking it unlucky, the new owner had changed the main gate, completely transformed the garden, and re-clad the entire building’s exterior with stone facing—it looked like a completely different house.

But now, home was still the same. A row of orange trees he loved to eat were planted in front of the house. Every cluster of flowers and plants was personally selected by his mother…

In fact, even with his eyes closed, he could describe what every corner of the home looked like.

The more he remembered, the colder Zhang Jingchan’s expression became. He parked the Ferrari in the garage. Li Weiyi asked, “Are you mentally prepared? They’re both doing pretty well right now.”

Zhang Jingchan’s mouth twitched. Yes, doing well—one completely unaware of the catastrophic disaster that would occur at year’s end, the other blindly overconfident.

Li Weiyi walked to the mahjong room door. Inside, things were in full swing. She called out, “Mom, come out for a moment. I’ve brought an important friend.”

Zhang Jingchan sat down on the sofa alone. Sister Liu, the housekeeper, came over and asked, “Hello, what would you like to drink? We have coffee, milk, black tea, and green tea.”

Zhang Jingchan called out softly, “Sister Liu.”

Sister Liu was startled.

Zhang Jingchan said, “Longjing tea, thank you.”

Sister Liu: “Oh…”

Seeing the young-faced girl on the sofa, Wu Xinhui was stunned.

Li Weiyi pulled Wu Xinhui to sit down and said, “This is a very good friend of mine. I brought him home today to visit and meet you.”

Wu Xinhui didn’t have any class prejudices about her son’s future wife. They had started from nothing themselves—as long as the person had good character and their son liked her, that was fine. But this girl sitting so properly before her—wasn’t she a bit young? She should be… of legal age, right?

Wu Xinhui smiled reluctantly. “Hello, welcome to our home. Achan is so impulsive—he didn’t say anything in advance so I could arrange proper hospitality. Sister Liu, cut some fruit and bring out some snacks and drinks.”

Zhang Jingchan looked up at the radiant face from his memory and said, “Hello.”

Wu Xinhui felt the girl’s gaze was strange—her eyes slightly red, conveying complex emotions. Wu Xinhui didn’t know what was happening, but suddenly felt a vague ache in her heart. She said, “I don’t know why, but I can tell at a glance that you’re a good child.” Then she revealed a sincere, loving smile.

Zhang Jingchan turned his head away and breathed out very lightly, his spine straight as a slender pine tree. Li Weiyi, accustomed to his cold pride and composure, saw such emotional fluctuation for the first time.

A president who could shoulder any amount of debt was also a child who missed his mother.

Li Weiyi sighed inwardly and said with a smile, “Mom, sit over here. Let’s three sit closer together and talk.”

Wu Xinhui was startled—this boy had never been so eager to please over a girl before. She had no choice but to sit next to the girl.

Li Weiyi thought, I’m leaving in three days anyway, why worry about so much? She grabbed Wu Xinhui’s hand and placed it over Zhang Jingchan’s hand. Wu Xinhui laughed awkwardly. “You child…” She was about to pull her hand back when the girl instead gripped her hand tightly. Wu Xinhui froze.

However, after just a moment, Zhang Jingchan released Wu Xinhui’s hand, revealed a smile so faint it was almost nonexistent, and said, “Go play mahjong. Thank you for the hospitality. Don’t play too late—rest well.”

Wu Xinhui looked at the girl’s ink-dark eyes, somewhat lost in thought. “Okay, okay, thank you for your concern… Achan, take good care of your girlfriend.”

Li Weiyi said, “Will do!”

Wu Xinhui had just walked into the card room when two people entered through the doorway, calling out, “Achan.” “Achan.”

Li Yunmo had brought Cheng Ruiyan in.

Li Weiyi’s face stiffened, and her tongue suddenly felt a bit numb.

Li Yunmo had been grinning originally. Cheng Ruiyan had insisted on coming with him to the Zhang house, and when the beauty asked, he agreed—after all, she was the main wife. But when he clearly saw the girl sitting on the sofa, his vision went dark—this was bad! Chan-ge was going to beat him to death.

Cheng Ruiyan looked at their stiff expressions, then at the girl on the sofa. She had already guessed something, and her face slowly turned pale.

Only the girl Zhang Jingchan at the storm’s center picked up a cup of premium Longjing tea, took a light sip, placed it on the coffee table, slowly leaned back, rested his hand on the sofa armrest, and glanced calmly at Li Yunmo and Cheng Ruiyan—as if she herself were the main wife in this house.