“What?”

Li Yunmo gritted his teeth and said: “Can you—can you let Brother Chan go? That time you came in March, you did so many things. When Brother Chan woke up later, he was scared nearly to a nervous breakdown! He said you might be hiding in his house, so for these two months he hasn’t dared sleep at home. He keeps having nightmares about being haunted by a female ghost. Please have mercy—even if Brother Chan has strong yang energy, he can’t withstand you coming to drain it from time to time! I know what you are. Don’t water ghosts need to return to the river? If you have enemies, Brother Chan and I will drag that person to your grave to kowtow, okay? Or do you want paper money, paper cars, paper houses? Just say the word and I’ll burn you Ferraris and villas, plus five million!”

Li Weiyi froze for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, laughing uncontrollably until her stomach hurt. She thought: It’s all Zhang Jingchan’s fault for not leaving a message for his nineteen-year-old self. Look how scared the kid is.

After laughing enough, Li Weiyi looked at Li Yunmo’s pale face and said: “Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t harm your Brother Chan. However strong his yang energy was before, it’ll be just as strong after. Up until now, I haven’t drained any of it.” Speaking casually to this point, her own face flushed: “Forget it, let him explain to you himself later.”

Li Yunmo’s eyes suddenly widened. He turned his head, his gaze searching around before finally landing on her clothing pockets: “Where… where did you hide my Brother Chan? So he can actually be released?”

Li Weiyi: “…Hahahaha!”

Li Yunmo looked at her through the rearview mirror again. Strangely, despite how terrifying this was, he wasn’t very afraid of her in his heart. He even felt that she… was livelier and more adorable than the original Brother Chan—no, no, no, what was he thinking? Had his soul been bewitched too?

“You were originally… a woman, right?” he asked.

“How did you know?”

Li Yunmo slapped the steering wheel: “I knew it! My intuition was right from the start! How could Brother Chan possibly become both sleazy and coy!”

Li Weiyi smacked him on the head with a chop.

It was Monday. Before the car reached the middle school, Li Weiyi’s phone rang. She answered and heard a familiar, clear girl’s voice: “Where are you?”

“Five more minutes to First Middle School.”

“I’ll wait at the back gate.”

“Okay.”

Li Yunmo suddenly said: “I’m very curious—you’re a female ghost, so why do you keep going to find Li Weiyi, another girl?”

Li Weiyi sighed: “Probably because she’s beautiful, adorable, and kind. Even as a female ghost, I can’t resist.”

Li Yunmo: “…”

Still the school’s back gate, still under that row of trees—a cool, stubborn young girl with a backpack. Before they could walk close, the girl already frowned: “Why did he come again?”

Li Yunmo: “…”

Li Weiyi: “Pfft.”

Li Yunmo was very stubborn: “If it weren’t for Brother Chan, I wouldn’t have come. Hey, whoever you are, great immortal, you said when we got here you’d release Brother Chan. Where is he?” His gaze circled around Li Weiyi’s clothing and pant pockets again.

Zhang Jingchan: “…”

Li Weiyi grabbed Zhang Jingchan’s arm to support her body, afraid she’d laugh herself into a cramp.

She lowered her head and whispered in Zhang Jingchan’s ear: “He guessed I’m someone else, because during this time, you’ve been scared to nervous breakdown, having nightmares about being haunted by ghosts every day.”

She caught a glimpse of the small, pale earlobe on the side of the person’s face before her and froze. Why did she have the impulse to reach out and gently pinch it? That was clearly hers.

Zhang Jingchan didn’t notice her wandering thoughts. He turned his head slightly, but then the young man’s warm breath puffed against his now overly slender neck—a very unfamiliar and strange feeling. He held still, answering in a steady tone: “I didn’t have a nervous breakdown. I was just carefully on guard for a while—that’s a normal person’s normal reaction.”

Li Weiyi: “Mm-hmm, whatever you say it is, hehe.”

Zhang Jingchan raised his hand to rub the back of her bent head, then looked at Li Yunmo with an indifferent expression: “Since you’ve delivered the person, you can go back now. Zhang Jingchan is fine. He’ll naturally return in three days. No need for you to worry.”

Li Yunmo looked at the young girl’s aloof demeanor, identical to someone’s, and suddenly had an epiphany. He dared say he’d never been this smart in his nineteen years, blurting out: “…Brother Chan?”

Li Weiyi whistled.

Zhang Jingchan didn’t deny it, but shot a glance at Li Weiyi: “Why are you whistling at him?”

Li Weiyi: “Huh?”

But Li Yunmo got excited, rushing forward, wanting to grab his hand but feeling it was improper, so he could only scratch his head on the spot: “It’s—it’s really Brother Chan! You two are…” He had another flash of inspiration: “You swapped souls? You—you’re Li Weiyi?”

Li Weiyi nodded, praising: “So you have your smart moments too.”

Zhang Jingchan smiled and nodded, then forcefully punched Li Yunmo’s shoulder. Though the action was very Brother-Chan-like, the young girl’s tender little fist hitting him didn’t hurt at all, making Li Yunmo feel very unaccustomed. He just laughed dryly: “So… you’ll swap back again in three days? This is really too amazing!”

Zhang Jingchan said: “Come with me.”

The two walked to the side. Zhang Jingchan briefly explained the whole story, listening to Li Yunmo gasp in shock. Regarding Fuming, Zhang Jingchan only said there was a major crisis, not going into specifics. Li Yunmo wasn’t very concerned either. In his heart, Fuming had always been an immensely powerful behemoth. He completely didn’t realize how big the major crisis Zhang Jingchan mentioned was, nor had he ever imagined Fuming could fall one day.

Li Yunmo suddenly asked curiously: “Brother Chan, eight years later, have I become your right-hand man at Fuming? Vice president or something, hehe?”

Zhang Jingchan was silent for a moment, his tone unusually gentle: “You’ve always been my right-hand man.”

Li Yunmo was satisfied. It seemed his future would also be a wealthy, stable sidekick life. Perfect.

Li Yunmo glanced at Li Weiyi not far away and asked: “So you and her… later… are you…” He revealed a meaningful smile.

Zhang Jingchan also glanced at her but didn’t answer.

Li Yunmo’s heart was both excited and reassured. Without another word, he hailed his own taxi to leave, following Brother Chan’s instructions to go back and monitor Fuming’s situation. He was the son of the construction director and Zhang Jingchan’s childhood friend, so he could come and go freely in the group. Brother Chan said this was a very important task that could only be entrusted to him.

Li Yunmo stood at the roadside hailing a taxi, waving at Li Weiyi from afar. Suddenly remembering something, he turned to look at Zhang Jingchan: “Um, Brother Chan, ‘The one who knows my heart is Li Yunmo.'”

Zhang Jingchan raised his eyes, expression flat.

Li Yunmo’s heart went “crack”—as if a dream bubble he’d carefully nurtured for a long time had burst. Still unwilling to give up, he said: “Never leaving, never abandoning, sharing joys and sorrows, because I’m just such a sincere and kind person? No matter how great the hardship, as long as brothers are united…”

Zhang Jingchan grew impatient: “What are you muttering to yourself about? Hurry up and go!”

Li Yunmo got in the taxi with a mournful face.

Zhang Jingchan walked toward Li Weiyi, seeing her with hands in pockets, head lowered, boredly kicking small stones on the ground. Clearly his body, yet when she made these childish gestures, they somehow didn’t seem out of place. Zhang Jingchan smiled slightly and said: “I’ve sent him away. Let’s go handle the real business.”

Li Weiyi nodded: “I want to call my mom and sister.” Her expression was uneasy. Zhang Jingchan felt for the car keys Li Yunmo had voluntarily offered in his pocket: “Get in the car first.”