Zhang Moyun smiled slightly, looked at Zhang Jingchan, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he asked: “What about you? You don’t have to carry debt anymore, right? Everything with the futures is arranged. Even if I die, it won’t affect anything. Are you and your mom doing well?”

Zhang Jingchan was silent for a few seconds before answering: “Pretty well.”

All three were quiet for a moment. Then Zhang Jingchan said: “To make it short—two weeks from now, on July 25th, you’ll die in Liu Ying’s bed from a drug overdose. All the evidence indicates you had an affair with her.”

Zhang Moyun was stunned, then said angrily: “Bullshit! Would I even look at her? How is that possible… How could there be evidence out of nowhere?!”

Li Weiyi noticed that Zhang Jingchan’s delicate eyebrows relaxed slightly. His body also loosened as he leaned back in the chair and asked: “So you really didn’t cheat?”

Zhang Moyun was so angry he laughed. He said decisively: “No! What kind of relationship do your mom and I have? She’s been with me since she was twenty, from having nothing to where we are today. Don’t think just because she doesn’t work now—in the early years she ran construction sites with me. Without her there would be no Fuming. How could I possibly do something so unconscionable? Besides, Fuming could die at any moment if we’re not careful. I’m exhausted like a dog all the time—where would I have time to mess around with women? And with someone like Liu Ying at that? Do you think your old man is a complete idiot?”

Zhang Jingchan snorted and said: “I thought you weren’t that stupid. Villa Number 43 on Yanghuai Road—this property is under your name. Did you know that?”

Zhang Moyun frowned and shook his head: “Besides the villa, I only have two other properties in Chen City. You and your mom both know about them.”

Zhang Jingchan: “Can you find out who’s behind this?”

Zhang Moyun’s expression grew serious, a harsh glint flickering in his eyes as he answered: “Yes.”

Li Weiyi said: “Uncle, the mole at Fuming is hidden far deeper than we thought, and it must be someone very close to you. Besides Liu Ying, there may be more than one.”

The Zhang father and son exchanged glances. Zhang Moyun laughed self-mockingly and said: “I’ll investigate the property matter when I get back from Beijing.”

Zhang Jingchan: “Do you have to go to Beijing?”

“I must. I’m meeting an important leader face-to-face. If Fuming wants to hold on for two more months until the futures can be sold off, his attitude is very important.”

“When’s the earliest you can return?”

Zhang Moyun originally wanted to say three days later, but looking at their faces, he changed his answer: “The evening of the day after tomorrow.”

Neither Li Weiyi nor Zhang Jingchan spoke.

Since last time, Zhang Moyun knew they could only stay for three days. Feeling guilty, he comforted them: “On this Beijing trip, I’ll try to bring back an external financial audit team. We must root out those bastards. Damn it, we’ve been investigating internally for two months and found nothing.”

Zhang Jingchan said: “Fine, but starting today, hire several more bodyguards. When hiring the financial firm, use connections that are more distant—don’t let anyone from inside Fuming get involved. If someone wants to kill you, are you just going to wait to be killed?”

Zhang Moyun’s eyes showed a dark gloom as he answered: “I know what I’m doing.”

Li Weiyi felt relieved. Her intuition told her that even if they did nothing else this time, given Zhang Moyun’s character and methods, as long as he received advance warning, no one would be able to harm him.

Zhang Jingchan said: “Also, give me all your company account access.”

——

Zhang Jingchan brought Li Weiyi back to the Zhang family villa, to Zhang Moyun’s study. Before long, an entire truckload of paper account books was secretly transported from Fuming Group and delivered to this study.

Fuming Group had already done one round of auditing before, so these were readily available.

Li Weiyi was seated behind the office desk by Zhang Jingchan. All the paper account books were stacked on the floor, surrounding her in a tall, perfect circle.

Li Weiyi felt her vision darken as she asked: “What are you trying to do?”

Zhang Jingchan smiled slightly, standing behind her, and said: “Accountant Li, please audit these accounts.”

Li Weiyi turned her head to look at him: “Wait, are you serious? With so many account books, how can I finish reading them in two and a half days? Your dad investigated for two months and found nothing.”

Zhang Jingchan bent down, one hand pressing on the back of her chair, the other on the desk surface. From this angle, Li Weiyi was almost entirely in his embrace. Li Weiyi instinctively shrank back, but then she stopped retreating. She extended her own arm, which was much more solid and lean than Zhang Jingchan’s, and with a “smack” knocked away the hand he had placed on the desk, saying leisurely: “If you want to talk, talk. Why get so close?”

Zhang Jingchan’s skin was delicate now, and her slap actually hurt. He rubbed his arm, staring at her faintly smug face, smiled, but didn’t retort.

Li Weiyi magnanimously leaned back in the executive chair and raised her chin at him: “Continue. How did you come up with such an inhumane idea?”

Zhang Jingchan crossed his arms, his back straight against the desk, his right toe lightly hooking his left foot. He lowered his head, gazing at her in the chair.

Li Weiyi felt that comparing people would drive one to death. Even though he was in a female body, his every casual movement and posture carried an innate presence.

Thinking this, the momentum Li Weiyi had deliberately mustered instantly deflated. Her back slumped as she flopped onto the desk, reverting to a large blob.

Zhang Jingchan found this soft, listless Li Weiyi much more pleasing to the eye. He casually rubbed her head. She didn’t want to move and just lay there letting him rub, their eyes meeting at different heights, neither speaking.

Li Weiyi felt her heart fluttering in waves, tingling and numb.

Zhang Jingchan used his fingers to smooth her hair, then finally withdrew his hand and said: “My dad doesn’t understand finance. It’ll take three days after external personnel return to audit the accounts. Signing contracts requires the company seal—it makes a big commotion and there’s no guarantee the news won’t leak. If we can find something during the few days we’re here, that would be best. Is there anyone more suitable than you? A financial analyst from a major corporation, with financial concepts eight years more advanced than theirs.”

The corners of Li Weiyi’s mouth lifted, but some rationality still remained: “But three days is too short.”

Zhang Jingchan said: “If this were the most elite financial analyst under my command, three days would be enough. Unfortunately, I can’t bring them over.”

Li Weiyi glared at him angrily. Only then did he laugh and say: “Just teasing you. We’ll do our best. We plan, but fate decides.”

Li Weiyi sighed: “Alright.”

Time was pressing. Li Weiyi said she’d do it and got right to work, burying her head in the task. Zhang Jingchan watched her for a few more moments, then shouldered his backpack: “I’m leaving. I’ll come back this afternoon.”

“Where are you going?”

“To take an exam.”

“…”

“Math exam this afternoon. I’ll try to finish early.”

“That’s really not necessary…”

However, facts proved that even the former top student in the entire Economics and Management department, the CEO Zhang who commanded great power in the business world, could not finish a second-year high school math final exam early.

It wasn’t until dusk that Zhang Jingchan rushed over, looking slightly tired. However, once Li Weiyi entered high-speed work mode, she was almost completely unaware of the people and things around her. When Zhang Jingchan came in to greet her, she only hummed in response without even glancing at him. Dinner was brought in by Zhang Jingchan from Sister Liu, and he had to force her to stop and eat. She only hastily shoveled down food for a few minutes before putting down her bowl and continuing to work.