Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 430 - 349: The Counselor and High Heels in the Guesthouse_2

Chapter 430: Chapter 349: The Counselor and High Heels in the Guesthouse_2

At this moment, she was more vivid than ever.

Of course, also more "girly."

She quickly opened the 26th gift box.

It was a pair of Montblanc gold-rimmed glasses.

Cheng Zhu had noticed that the gold-rimmed glasses on Chen Jieyu’s face had been worn for some years and were worn out.

He took gold-rimmed glasses very seriously.

Otherwise, on that night at the guesthouse, he wouldn’t have stopped Mr. Chen from taking off his glasses, saying, "What I want is the gold-rimmed glasses."

Now, only the last gift box, number 27, remained.

According to Cheng Zhu, the gifts before weren’t for "her."

Only this number 27 gift box was for her.

Chen Jieyu glanced towards the bedroom, she could hear the sound of a hairdryer.

Cheng Zhu was deliberately taking a long bath, then also washed his hair, and was now leisurely drying his hair while admiring his own handsomeness in the mirror.

Who the hell isn’t Yanzu after a bath?

She decided to wait for him to come before opening this gift box.

Chen Jieyu squatted on the floor, glancing over the already opened gift boxes.

Honestly, looking over, the scene was grand, 26 opened gift boxes arranged together had a very strong visual impact.

—From now on, she too was someone who received gifts every year on her birthday.

The holes in one’s heart, even if patched, would still leave traces.

But this was still better than it remaining empty, right?

She squatted in the living room, holding the 27th gift box in her arms, with her head down, letting her long hair cover half her face.

In this moment, Chen Jieyu was a bit lost in thought.

After she came to Hang City, with her beauty, would she lack suitors?

She didn’t lack them, there had always been many.

Just, for various reasons, no one could enter her heart.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be a firm believer in not marrying, plus being childfree.

At the beginning of last year, she had borrowed a book from the school library.

It was Yu Hua’s "The Seventh Day," published in 2013.

She had read every book by Yu Hua.

There was a passage in the book that deeply resonated with her.

"[My emotional obtuseness is like a house with tightly shut doors and windows,

Although I heard the footsteps of love walking back and forth outside the house,

I thought they were just passing by,

That they were steps going towards someone else,

Until one day, those footsteps stopped here, and then

The doorbell rang.]"

Some people are like that, if you don’t dare to open the door, they will still stand at the door waiting for you, repeatedly pressing your doorbell, then telling you, I really didn’t go to the wrong place.

To Chen Jieyu, Cheng Zhu wasn’t the kind of person to press the doorbell.

Frankly speaking, she had never thought of opening the door for anyone before, even if someone persisted in ringing the bell, it wouldn’t work.

But this guy was shamelessly forceful.

He broke in like a thief, God damn, through a broken window.

He just unreasonably occupied everything about her, marked everything with his symbols and traces, and cheekily treated the place like his own home, popping in through the broken window every now and then.

Logically, a security window should be installed on the broken window.

But she didn’t want to do it anymore.

Couldn’t do it, because she liked him.

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"Eh? Why are you still squatting, aren’t your legs numb?" Cheng Zhu, wearing a bathrobe, walked out from the bedroom.

He looked at the attractive curve formed by her squatting, surrounded by the gift boxes scattered all over the floor, and felt the composition at this moment was incredibly beautiful.

He squatted down next to Chen Jieyu without asking whether she liked the gifts.

After all, he had said that these gifts weren’t meant for her.

Cheng Zhu just looked at the 27th gift box she was holding and smiled, "Why hasn’t this one been opened yet, waiting for me?"

Chen Jieyu glanced sideways at him, then immediately turned her head away, just a quick glance.

The reason was simple, this guy was just wearing a bathrobe, then crudely spread his legs as he squatted down, which was quite indecent.

We are men, after all; can’t squat down with legs together, right?

"Shy, eh? Let’s sit on the sofa." Cheng Zhu stood up, admired her squatting figure once more, then pulled her to the sofa.

The 27th gift box was a bit large.

"Open it and see," Cheng Zhu said.

Chen Jieyu nodded, first opened the ribbon, then pulled off the wrapping paper, revealing a shoe box inside.

It was a pair of CL red-bottomed high heels.

Cheng Zhu had previously noticed that Chen Jieyu’s dressing style leaned towards the professional office lady look, and her shoes were mostly formal, primarily mid-heel and high-heel shoes.

Indeed, not quite suitable for daily commuting, so his first gift was a pair of white sneakers.

But realistically speaking, given Chen Jieyu’s unique personal aura, Cheng Zhu also felt that she suited the more formal attire better, as it would enhance her charm.

Therefore, when choosing the shoes, he didn’t pick too girlish a color scheme or the most common and classic black. Instead, he opted for a pair of mature and enduring nude color shoes.

In his view, what’s called a classic model is actually just a basic model. Picking a classic could seem uninspired and too commonplace.

Chen Jieyu looked down at the shoes; the color scheme indeed matched her personal aesthetics.

"Try them on?" he asked.

"Okay," Chen Jieyu nodded.

Now, she had somewhat gotten used to this guy, Cheng Zhu.