Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 429 - 349: The Counselor and High Heels in the Guesthouse

Chapter 429: Chapter 349: The Counselor and High Heels in the Guesthouse

Inside the suite of the guesthouse, Chen Jieyu finally got her answer and understood why Cheng Zhu didn’t need to register his ID at the front desk.

Because he had already registered before, had already been to this room, and had already done some setup here.

When Cheng Zhu spoke the first sentence, Chen Jieyu actually felt like crying.

The urge to cry was not just because of the surprise and touch.

There was also...years of grievances that had been suppressed since childhood!

Yes, grievances.

Other children were cherished and loved, but she wasn’t.

So, when Cheng Zhu casually mentioned that "the gifts from number 1 to number 6 are for little brat Chen Jieyu," her defenses completely collapsed.

But someone like Chen Jieyu, who had grown up this way, was actually very good at enduring.

Especially at holding back tears.

Because her past experiences had taught her that crying was useless; the more she cried, the more irritable her family members became, the harsher they were towards her.

But when Cheng Zhu hugged her from behind and leaned over to say, "Happy Birthday," it seemed like her techniques were ineffective, and all those little tricks for holding back tears just didn’t work.

It was when she started shedding little tears that this scoundrel started, "Eh? Mr. Chen isn’t crying, is she?"

He deliberately called her ’teacher’ again at this moment.

This made the mature city woman, who usually wore glasses and acted steady and serious, unable to help but hit him blindly on the leg while being embraced from behind.

"Ouch, I celebrate your birthday, give you gifts and you still hit me! Is there no justice left!"

"So a teacher can just hit students whenever, is that right?"

"Hah, women really shouldn’t be spoiled!" He deliberately emphasized the word ’spoiled.’

Teased by him this way, the counselor’s mood really took a big turn.

He just continued to hold her, unable to see her face, only saying, "I came here this afternoon, and with all these things, it took several trips. The air conditioning in this guesthouse is super hot, it made me sweat a lot."

"I’m going to take a shower now. Why don’t you stay here and open the gifts, okay?"

Chen Jieyu nodded slightly.

Cheng Zhu said he was going to take a shower, which naturally was him making—preparations before the battle!

But that was not his deeper intention.

He understood very well: "For someone who has received much malice from the world, when they receive kindness, they are at a loss."

All these gift boxes wouldn’t allow Chen Jieyu to comfortably open them in front of him; she wasn’t used to it.

On the contrary, by not being around, leaving her space to herself, she would be more relaxed in doing everything, and her whole being would be more at ease.

Women, after all, are delighted just opening courier packages, let alone gifts.

At that moment, the atmosphere was definitely something I would help create for her.

As for me, it’s time to go make myself smell nice! Spritz and spritz!

He even brought his own travel kit because he disliked the shower gel and shampoo provided by the guesthouse.

Who isn’t a refined piggy boy, huh? Humph!

After Cheng Zhu walked into the bathroom with his set of "equipment," only Chen Jieyu was left in the living room of the suite.

Listening to the sound of water running inside, she began to remove her cumbersome overcoat and then squatted in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her waist-to-hip ratio was already excellent, with wide hips, and as she slowly squatted down, her black pants stretched tight, showing a full curve that was extremely enticing from both the side and the back.

That saying still held, hips wider than shoulders, surpassing even celestial beings.

Those who know, know.

She started by opening gift box number 1 as Cheng Zhu had instructed.

Overall, with a gifting method like this, because there were so many gifts, it was impossible to be original with everything.

And giving gifts was an art that required balance.

The item in gift box number 1 wasn’t extraordinary—it was a small rattle drum, delicately made, intended for the 1-year-old Chen Jieyu.

She picked up the rattle drum, gently rotating and shaking it in her hands, listening to the sounds emanating from it, her eyes were still a bit red, yet a light smile spread across her face.

Curiously, a good-looking woman with tearful eyes smiling carries a unique beauty.

This beauty held a sense of shattering within it.

Cheng Zhu’s fascination with the counselor was highly related to her aura—one part was her daily seriousness and abstinent nature, the other was this occasionally visible sense of fragility that only he could see.

This sort of thing really gets men hooked, truly.

After a while, she carefully placed the rattle drum back into the gift box and closed it.

Her movements were gentle during the opening, reluctant to damage any of the packaging.

She continued to open gifts in numerical order.

Interestingly, during the process, there was something special to consider: "Why did Cheng Zhu choose such a gift during this year?"

"What was he thinking?"

These were nuances that added a bit of spice.

For example, one small box was filled with brightly colored hair ties, which little girls like.

Or a box contained a small MP3 player, something young girls desire.

Or a box filled with high-end skincare products, marked for when she was a freshman in college.

Girls at different ages start to have different needs.

The serious expression had long since vanished from Chen Jieyu’s face as she was sometimes amused by the gifts Cheng Zhu picked, and sometimes she would show a puzzled and thoughtful face, contemplating his intentions.