Li Weiyi was also candid, saying: “If you were a salaried worker like me, no matter how handsome you were or how good your personality, I wouldn’t be afraid. But I still say the same thing—we originally weren’t from the same world. If there hadn’t been a time loop, if your family hadn’t faced trouble back then, at the rate you were picking campus beauties, the one by your side now would be a celebrity or socialite, right? How would it be my turn as a small artist?”

Zhang Jingchan said methodically: “Well, that’s true. If there hadn’t been a time loop, the one by your side now wouldn’t be that scumbag Xie Zhilu but some other scumbag. How would it be my turn?”

Li Weiyi kicked him: “You’re the one who would meet gold-diggers! Who doesn’t love your money? Only I liked you when you were negative one billion in debt. Be grateful!”

Zhang Jingchan laughed, bent down slightly, and patted the dust off his suit pants: “Grateful, of course I’m grateful. That’s why I’m now eagerly sending so much money to you.”

Li Weiyi also laughed but said: “It’s not like giving money creates a sense of security. Otherwise, why would there be so many big shots having affairs and getting divorced?”

Zhang Jingchan gave her a cold look that said “I knew your little brain was thinking about all this nonsense.”

Li Weiyi sighed and said: “Zhang Jingchan, it’s not that I don’t trust you. Life is still so long, and there are so many temptations. Even the deepest feelings will have bland days. Everyone knows that marrying a man like you is much more dangerous than being with an ordinary person. But you don’t need to give this much to reassure me. If that day really comes, we can part amicably—it’s nothing. Just remember that my eyes can’t tolerate even a speck of trash. Besides, it’s not like I can’t find someone else, and I don’t necessarily need to find someone else.”

Zhang Jingchan’s smile faded and his expression turned cold. But he came today precisely to discuss this issue candidly with her. Suppressing the vague frustration in his heart, he said: “Making promises to you now won’t make you believe them anyway. After all, I’ve been making promises for so many years, and you still lose your temper when you should. I understand your concerns. However, in this marriage, I’m the one without a sense of security.”

Li Weiyi clicked her tongue: “You actually lack a sense of security? Was I not fast enough to be labeled Zhang Jingchan’s girlfriend on my first day of university? Or were there not enough suitors scared away by President Zhang’s imposing authority over these years?”

Only then did Zhang Jingchan smile again, saying: “Stop being glib. I’m serious. Our marriage still has several decades to go. I can guarantee I will never cheat and will be faithful to the marriage. But I also admit that if you asked me to promise I would never be moved by anyone else, I originally wouldn’t have dared to guarantee it. Unfortunately, some things have been verified. In that initial life without the loop, without meeting you, I stayed single until 48. So now I dare guarantee that the situation you mentioned will never happen.”

He stared at her, light flowing in his deep eyes: “Li Weiyi, my threshold for being moved is very high—so high that only you have ever reached it.”

Li Weiyi’s heart felt like it was being struck and surrounded by an invisible torrent. Her nose had just started to tingle when she heard him say again: “However, speaking of thresholds for being moved, what about you? Think carefully—in every life I didn’t catch up to, didn’t you have other boyfriends by your side? Oh right, when we looped back the second time, I didn’t have time to ask then—was there a new one too?”

Li Weiyi’s cheeks immediately flushed. She avoided the important and focused on the trivial: “No moral blackmail allowed! I was single when I was with each one.”

Zhang Jingchan’s face completely darkened as he chewed on the words: “Each one?”

Li Weiyi immediately stood up, sat on his lap with a thump, grabbed his shirt collar with a few fingers, her tone so soft she seemed like a different person—after all, she was well-practiced at coaxing Zhang Jingchan because he was really too easy to coax—she said: “Alright, alright, we’re getting our marriage certificate tomorrow. Today you’ve dug up every old account you could dig up. Starting tomorrow, you’re not allowed to mention any of it. Come to think of it, it’s strange—in other families, it’s the woman who brings up old accounts. How did it get reversed in our family?”

The three words “our family” truly pleased Zhang Jingchan. He laughed through his nose, letting her sit in his arms squirming and touching all over. With one hand around her waist and the other draped over the chair back, he said lazily: “Fine, won’t mention it anymore in the future. You think I want to mention it?”

The two kissed stickily for a while, both in excellent moods. Zhang Jingchan picked up the stack of documents and pen, handed them to her, still holding her in his arms. He turned her around to face the table and said: “Sign it. You won’t lose out.”

“You’re really giving it all to me?”

“Actually, giving you everything would be fine. After all, I’m not getting divorced in this lifetime. If I’m ever dishonest, you can just tear down Huicui to vent.”

——

Zhang Jingchan preferred to keep a low profile, and Li Weiyi also disliked extravagance and unnecessary fuss, so their wedding wasn’t large-scale and only invited close friends and family.

Also, because some of the invited friends and family held public office, the wedding was ultimately held in a coastal city with convenient transportation.

The entire hotel was booked.

The beach, white as fine snow, was decorated with pure white gauze canopies and colorful flowers, making it even more sacred and dreamlike. On the azure sea, several yachts floated, for guests to enjoy.

However, at this moment, all the luxury and beautiful scenery was quiet. Because in the hotel’s largest banquet hall, the wedding was in progress.

According to Zhang Jingchan and Li Weiyi’s requirements, all those clichéd procedures and gimmicks were omitted, keeping everything simple. Neither he nor Li Weiyi would speak—only both sets of parents would speak, followed by walking the red carpet, exchanging rings, and the couple’s vows.

After both sets of parents finished speaking, Zhang Jingchan stood on stage. At that end of the red carpet, all the lights in the venue went out, leaving only one beam of light illuminating Father Li and Li Weiyi at that end of the carpet.

Today Zhang Jingchan wore a new fully handmade suit. The top-quality fabric and tailoring made his physique even more outstanding—broad shoulders, narrow waist, straight long legs. A fresh flower was pinned to his left chest. Under the lights, his upturned face appeared even more fair and handsome.

Music gradually played by their ears. Under the gaze of all friends and family, Zhang Jingchan looked at Li Weiyi at that end without smiling, just staring firmly.

But Li Weiyi’s ears turned red. Her wedding dress, unimaginably expensive and airlifted from Europe, made even her lively personality appear somewhat solemn and elegant. The slender and delicate tailored design appropriately accentuated the refreshing beauty of her appearance.

She held Father Li’s hand and walked step by step toward her husband.

The first person to shed tears was Li Xiaoyi, covering her mouth as she stood beside the red carpet.

Strange—her sister and Ah Chan could be considered an old married couple, lacking only a marriage certificate and a wedding. Li Xiaoyi had been fine before. She was no longer the overly soft and gentle woman of the past. Over these years, she had been Zhong Yi’s business partner, much more capable and even feisty than eight years ago. But at this moment, watching her sister finally walk toward happiness, her tears rose like the tide, completely unstoppable.