Zhang Moyun raised his head, looking at the calendar on the wall. It was already August 19, 2014—24 days had passed since July 25, the date he should have died in Liu Ying’s bed. This time, Liu Ying had been kept under his control all along. He pretended to remain carefree and frivolous as before, while the other side stayed put.
“There’s nothing they wouldn’t dare do.” Zhang Moyun spoke slowly. This man who had endured for over a month finally showed a ruthless expression on his face. “This time, I’ll make them rot in prison until they die!”
That evening, Zhang Moyun went alone to his son’s hospital room. Since Zhang Jingchan’s accident, he hadn’t come very frequently—often only visiting once every four or five days. Because as September approached, Fu Ming became harder to sustain, teetering on the edge of collapse. Even for him, it took every ounce of strength just to hold on.
But this also led to rumors circulating outside that the richest man didn’t value this son much. There were even rumors saying he actually had another adult illegitimate son to inherit the family business. Zhang Moyun didn’t know where these rumors originated, but he made no effort to explain them.
Zhang Jingchan had long since been transferred out of intensive care into a VIP single room. His body had no problems whatsoever; he simply wouldn’t wake up.
The evening sun’s afterglow spilled into the hospital room. A slender girl sat at A-Chan’s bedside, talking to him.
Zhang Moyun paused, listening to her rambling: “…Actually, if you look carefully, you’re quite handsome. Waiting eight years for you isn’t too much of a loss. But when you wake up, you won’t have amnesia and forget me, will you? That’s how it always goes on TV—then you’ll get together with your wealthy family’s fiancée, and I’ll have lost big time. No, no, I need to guard against this…”
The high school girl slapped her thigh. “I’ll carve some words on you so you can’t deny it.” Then she pulled out a pen from her backpack, rolled up Zhang Jingchan’s sleeve a bit, and wrote five characters: “Property of Li Weiyi.” Then she said smugly to the unconscious boy on the bed, “I’ll write this once every day—hypnotizing you, me, and him.”
This girl could actually have so much fun by herself. Zhang Moyun chuckled softly. Li Weiyi turned around and saw him, her face instantly flushing red. “Uncle.”
Zhang Moyun had already learned from his wife that this girl came to see Zhang Jingchan every few days. At such a young age, she was someone deeply devoted and loyal. Zhang Moyun inwardly praised his son’s good taste. He sat down amiably, and the two chatted briefly. He asked about Li Weiyi’s studies and discussed Zhang Jingchan’s condition over the past few days.
Zhang Moyun pulled out a slender box from his pocket and opened it. Inside lay a gold Buddha pendant necklace that looked quite aged. He said, “Child, this has been passed down through generations of our Zhang family. Although it’s not particularly valuable, A-Chan’s mother wore it for half her life. Now I’m giving it to you.”
Li Weiyi thought to herself that this was a token to warn Zhang Jingchan to maintain proper male virtue, but she was reluctant to accept it. “Uncle, this is too precious and holds great significance. I’m still young—I can’t take it.”
Zhang Moyun pressed it into her hands, saying, “Promise uncle that you’ll wear it every day from now on, always wear it, okay? When I see it, uncle feels that A-Chan will definitely wake up one day and see you wearing it.”
Li Weiyi had no choice but to accept it.
Finally, Zhang Moyun changed the subject, saying quite peacefully, “Child, if by 2022 he still hasn’t awakened, don’t wait any longer. Go live your own life.”
But the young girl Li Weiyi smiled bitterly, lowering her head. Her fingers touched the heavy Buddha pendant on the necklace as she said, “You’re letting me wait until 2022… I think originally, he and I were supposed to meet in 2022, weren’t we?”
Zhang Moyun smiled faintly, raised his head, let his gaze linger for a moment on his son in the bed, then looked toward the distant view outside the window. He answered, “I’m not sure either. Because according to what they say, since the loop began, I’ve never lived that long.”