Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 433 - 351: Too Sticky

Chapter 433: Chapter 351: Too Sticky

"The cream cake is really delicious," Cheng Zhu said.

Chen Jieyu never expected that just by celebrating her 27th birthday and eating a birthday cake... she would become a cake.

The whole process took place on the living room sofa and in front of a full-length mirror.

Cheng Zhu had initially planned to invite her to take a bath together, but given the current thickness of the counselor’s face, that certainly wouldn’t happen.

She felt ashamed enough not turning the lights off when doing things, let alone taking a bath!

But for this scoundrel, turning off the lights was absolutely not allowed.

You’re joking; God gave you such a beautiful face and such a graceful figure, yet you want to turn off the lights?

I work hard to stay in shape, look at these pecs, look at these abs, and you’re talking to me about turning off the lights?

Don’t even think about it!

In the end, it was Cheng Zhu who went to wash up first, followed by Chen Jieyu.

The hot water cascaded over her body, as she ran her hands over her skin, she felt the texture was terrible.

All kinds of stuff were mixed together; it felt strange if it wasn’t sticky.

With this thought in mind, she suddenly felt that even the slightly too hot water didn’t feel that scalding.

Because she was heating up herself.

Finally, the counselor washed herself twice with the shower gel brought by Cheng Zhu before she felt somewhat refreshed.

By now, the night was already deep.

The two of them ended up brushing their teeth and washing their faces together in front of the two bathroom sinks.

Cheng Zhu had no particular feelings about this, but he knew very well that many women really enjoyed these moments of warmth.

After they got into bed and tucked in, Chen Jieyu still felt a bit uncomfortable.

Because besides the last time they went to the guesthouse, Cheng Zhu always visited the faculty dormitory, where there were no overnight stays.

But when she actually lay down, she felt very secure.

She was someone who usually had light sleep, but whenever Cheng Zhu visited and left his scent, she could sleep deeply.

Of course, it might also be because she was tired.

Yet, just a short while after lying down, the counselor suddenly got up to grab her phone.

A few seconds later, Cheng Zhu’s phone vibrated.

The scoundrel looked at his new WeChat message with a bit of caution.

Thankfully, it was a one yuan transfer from Chen Jieyu.

Because Cheng Zhu had once again gifted her a pair of shoes.

After taking care of this, Chen Jieyu suggested, "Shall we turn off the lights and rest?"

It was already the wee hours of the morning; if they didn’t rest now, who knows, maybe they’d have to take another bath later, and it would be very late.

"Okay, let me just put on an eye mask first," said Cheng Zhu.

He was the same as always, unable to sleep without an eye mask.

After the bedroom lights went out, darkness enveloped them.

Cheng Zhu, holding his counselor in his arms, joked softly, "Are you that afraid I’ll run away?"

He was referring to how quickly Chen Jieyu transferred him one yuan.

She didn’t answer.

She just snuggled tightly in his embrace.

Chen Jieyu wasn’t sure how long her relationship with Cheng Zhu would last.

"In the end, I’m much older than him."

Plus, for many special reasons, she was a determined advocate of not getting married and being childfree.

After their last trip to the guesthouse, she had specially bought medicine to prevent pregnancy.

Then she started wondering whether she should just get an IUD since she didn’t want to have children.

For Chen Jieyu, it seemed that her family believed they had the right to control her simply because they had given her life.

Just because she was the daughter of this family.

But did they ever consider whether this child really wanted to be the daughter of this family?

Do some children really want to be born here?

Not really.

In general, she was actually a pessimist.

These were the thoughts that ran through her mind.

After about fifteen minutes, Cheng Zhu suddenly spoke, "Why aren’t you asleep yet? What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about nothing," Chen Jieyu denied immediately, then asked, "How do you know I’m not asleep?"

"Because if you were, you’d be holding me tightly, just like last time," Cheng Zhu said with a smile.

"You’re making up stories again," Chen Jieyu denied firmly, with a hint of embarrassment.

Cheng Zhu didn’t say anything more but simply held her tighter on his own accord.

Feeling this firm embrace, the counselor’s mind settled down a bit, and before she knew it, she fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next day, Chen Jieyu awoke earlier than Cheng Zhu.

She lay in his arms, like a hostage, afraid to move.

With a faint blush on her face, the urban mature beauty of her age understood that this was a normal physiological reaction. She just wondered why, after last night’s activities, it would still be like this in the morning?

In contrast, if Cheng Zhu so much as moved a bit in his sleep, it made her feel somewhat worse.

She didn’t understand why she was reacting this way.

But the counselor put all the blame on this bad student in her class.

When Cheng Zhu finally woke up groggily, Chen Jieyu quickly got up: "I’ll go wash up."

In the morning, people are usually not at their best.

Hair messy, skin possibly a bit oily, face swollen from just waking up...

This woman, who was once "elegantly poor," felt quite burdened by Cheng Zhu.

The scoundrel sat up in bed, looking a bit lost.

"What’s the matter?"

Cheng Zhu thought to himself, "Are you afraid I’ll do morning exercises?"

But he didn’t get up right away, instead taking out his phone to check.

While he was at it, he replied to all the WeChat messages that needed responding.

By the time he got out of bed, Chen Jieyu had already applied foundation to her cheeks.

Cheng Zhu was really impressed.

"What are you doing! Everyone should eat breakfast barefaced. You start with such elegance the moment I get up, it’s not conducive to my abstinence," he silently complained.

Eventually, after washing up, he went downstairs to pick up breakfast.

Cheng Zhu returned with breakfast on a tray, bringing two ears of corn, two eggs, and two bowls of soy milk.

During the meal, Chen Jieyu dared not even look at the cake on the table that was too unsightly to behold.

But Cheng Zhu caught the glance she sneaked at the cake.

"We should have taken a picture first; that cake was originally quite pretty, now it’s so unsightly," he said, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"That’s a question for the main culprit," Chen Jieyu replied, stirring her soy milk lightly with a spoon, head down without looking at him.

It was a birthday cake she had intended to bring back today.

"Understood. Next year, I’ll buy a bigger one for you," Cheng Zhu said.

Chen Jieyu was really frustrated with him, what was the connection between the two?

But hearing this, she felt even the soy milk with just a bit of sugar added tasted sweeter, because he mentioned "next year."

"Please don’t; just a small one for us two is fine," Chen Jieyu said.

"The two of us? It seems that Mr. Chen stills wants to spend her birthday alone with me next year?" Cheng Zhu teased with a smile.

Chen Jieyu frowned and looked up, a touch of annoyance flitting through her beautiful eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses, feelings that this man was too quick to take advantage.

Little did he know that Cheng Zhu just loved her somewhat serious and slightly indignant expressions.

He looked at her and said leisurely:

"I hope this guesthouse will still be open this time next year."

The implication was clear, I’ll still bring you here next year.

A trivial guesthouse had witnessed so much between them.

Even Chen Jieyu had transformed here, her life’s trajectory had taken its greatest turn here.

It seemed as if it had also begun to hold a special significance for both of them.

"Are we going to spend every birthday here alone?" Chen Jieyu thought.

In an instant, her expression softened.

What was Cheng Zhu’s approach?

This was a sense of ritual.

Chen Jieyu looked up at him and then continued to stir her steaming soy milk, softly saying, "Mhm."

It was her agreement.

Seeing her rarely agree, Cheng Zhu half-joked and half-seriously said, "If it really goes out of business, I’ll just buy it and let you be the boss."

He thought about it carefully and found it quite interesting.

People usually come to guesthouses to sleep.

He was different; he came to sleep with the owner.

...

When they checked out, the guesthouse owner watched with wide eyes as this young, good-looking guy kept moving gift boxes into the trunk of the car.

He had no idea that someone was already considering whether his guesthouse would go out of business.

The guesthouse owner looked puzzled because this young man, after moving the items, started to look around the guesthouse.

"It actually has nothing to do with the business, it’s just a matter of price," Cheng Zhu thought as he looked around.

As they got into the Land Rover and began driving towards the city, Cheng Zhu brought the topic back to Dean Zhang’s son.

"Do you think there’s a possibility that Dean Zhang’s son might come to see me?" he asked.

"I’m not sure, but I’m certain Dean Zhang doesn’t want him to just fall and give up; he probably still wants him to come back and do something proper," Chen Jieyu said.

Cheng Zhu nodded, understanding why Dean Zhang was more sluggish on his end.

He must be thinking that it’s over on this side and then go help Cheng Zhu find other resources.

But when you think about it, it’s quite pitiable, two kids, four years apart, and still neither of them is his own; it’s quite a story.

What’s scarier is, do these two kids have the same father?

That woman is really ruthless.

After the car entered the urban area, Cheng Zhu asked, "Are you going back to school?"

"Mhm," Chen Jieyu nodded.

"What about the stuff in the trunk, you can’t carry it all back in one go," he said.

Chen Jieyu insisted on keeping the gift boxes, which made them even harder to move.

There were lots of prying eyes at Technology University and the relationship between these two came with its taboos; moving things had to be done quietly and quickly.

"How about this, you take some of it now, and the rest you can get later, or I’ll bring it to you next time," Cheng Zhu started showing his ugly side again.

—I dare to go back to that building! I have to go back!

That faculty dormitory map was indeed interesting!

For a while, it wouldn’t get boring.

As for this, Chen Jieyu didn’t say much, only asking, "Where are you going later?"

"I have an appointment. I need to go to a milk tea shop," he said.

"It’s important, right? If it’s something urgent, you don’t need to take me back to school first," she showed some concern.

"It’s nothing big, just that someone is eager to throw a few tens of millions my way," Cheng Zhu said in a casual tone.

Yes, people from the "venture capital circle" had arrived.

...

(ps: Second update, asking for monthly tickets! Today we have a chance to take the daily crown for monthly tickets!)