Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 444 - 362: Hu Yan’s Immortal Constitution

Chapter 444: Chapter 362: Hu Yan’s Immortal Constitution

Ordinary person: orz

Big Ass: or2

Cheng Zhu said he was coming to the kitchen to help, but that was just a polite lie; he was simply a bit hungry and wanted to check out what dishes were available tonight.

But who would have thought he’d walk in and see Big Ass sticking out from behind the counter?

So he simply leaned against the kitchen doorway and didn’t leave.

His reasons for sticking around were quite valid: she seemed unable to reach something stuck in a crevice for a while, and the pot on the stove might burn if left unattended, so he needed to keep an eye on it.

Hu Yan, usually clad in pajamas or similar loungewear around the house, had switched to her everyday clothes today because she was expecting a guest.

She seemed to favor sweatshirts and hoodies, often opting for styles that were loose enough to completely cover her hands, wrapping herself up as tightly as possible.

As for her leggings, she wore a pair of blue, straight-leg, loose denim jeans.

Of course, some parts couldn’t be loosened even if she’d wanted to.

Being a slightly plump and buxom woman, if she wore tight jeans, the effect would be even more eye-catching.

Cheng Zhu even thought that the jeans in his Persistent Visit shop with full-length zippers should have her as the model.

Cheng Zhu well knew that women like Hu Yan had a lot of troubles in life, such as buying pants that actually fit.

If the waist fit just right, the hips would be too tight.

If the hips fit just right, the waist would be too loose.

Moreover, the larger the pant size, the longer the legs tend to be.

"Whew! Finally got it." Hu Yan retrieved a small bottle from beneath the cabinet.

Cheng Zhu didn’t know what was inside, but it was probably some kind of seasoning.

"Boss, I remember you can handle spicy food, right?" Hu Yan asked.

"Mmhmm," he nodded.

Throughout this whole process, Hu Yan didn’t look at him once.

Clearly, even in the comfort of her own home, his presence made her significantly more nervous.

"Same old story with the majority of online friends: daring online, timid as a monk offline," he mused silently.

From the corner of her eye, Hu Yan could see Cheng Zhu continuing to lean against the kitchen doorway watching her cook. As time passed, she began to blush again.

"Um... Boss, why don’t you go and wait at the dining table. It’ll be ready soon, really soon!" she said.

"Why? Am I cramping your style here?" Cheng Zhu laughed.

"Yes, a little bit," she replied, determinedly focusing on stirring the food and not making eye contact.

"Alright then," Cheng Zhu started playing with his phone at the dining table.

In the end, the dinner was indeed lavish, consisting of three dishes and a soup.

There was spicy crab with rice cakes, chili stir-fried pork, stir-fried lettuce, and yam pork rib soup.

"Looks pretty good," Cheng Zhu noted, picking up his chopsticks.

He tasted each dish and found them to be truly delicious.

"Do you cook often?" Cheng Zhu asked.

"I cook one meal daily and split it into two," Hu Yan replied. "I also order a lot of takeout, but then I saw some news, fearing that daily takeout could lead to an early grave..."

Cheng Zhu couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head at that thought.

Everyone says takeout is unhealthy and indeed, a lot of it is.

But here’s the thing: I’m lazy!

"Got anything to drink?" Cheng asked.

"Some Fatso’s Delight–I mean, soda?" Hu Yan asked.

"Cola, huh? Sure."

As they ate and chatted, Hu Yan gradually became less embarrassed and tense, relaxing a bit.

Although they had met in person only a few times, they had chatted online for several months.

They knew quite a bit about each other’s private matters, so naturally, they were pretty close.

As they talked, the conversation shifted to the milk tea shop.

"Boss, have you decided where you’re going to open the shop?" she asked.

"I have a few options, and I might open more than one in Shanghai this year. Maybe even one near your area," Cheng Zhu said.

"I’d really like to try it, but the lines are always so long," Hu Yan gently poked her rice with her chopsticks.

For her, such crowded and trending milk tea places were a no-go zone.

She had ventured into a claw machine arcade last time, partly to probe Cheng Zhu’s "darker" intentions, but ended up getting caught by him.

"No problem. Once it’s open, I’ll have someone deliver a few cups to you," Cheng Zhu promised.

After all, she was a top-tier artist in his studio, and alongside Yididian, they were indispensable to him, having contributed significantly to his rise as a QQ tycoon.

Such a small request is definitely something he’d grant her.

That had nothing really to do with her being a big-bottomed gal.

"Really? Thanks, boss!" Hu Yan was quite excited.

Not having to go to crowded places and still getting to enjoy trendy drinks was more than comfortable for her.

Cheng Zhu was curious why she was so averse to crowds, but after some thought, he ultimately chose not to pry.

There might be a reason involving some painful memories or deep-seated fears, so it was better not to probe.

After all, if someone had been like this since childhood, attending school could have been a challenge.

"Doesn’t staying inside so much bore you?" he asked.

"Not at all, there are endless things to explore online," Hu Yan said.

"I’m worried about your health," Cheng Zhu joked.

At first, Hu Yan thought Cheng Zhu was concerned about her lack of exercise due to not going out, making her unhealthy, but then she realized he was referring to her indulgence in "dirty stuff" online, which could be too much for her to handle!

If they were chatting on WeChat, Hu Yan would have been all flirty, even boasting that she had watched it five times in one day without any problems, and even lost some water weight before bed!

But face-to-face, she was a bit more subdued, looking down and poking her rice with her chopsticks, saying, "I, I don’t watch that stuff all day long..."

She knew her statement lacked conviction, so she scrambled for an excuse: "It’s... it’s for creative purposes!"

"Really? By that logic, those who write scandalous harem novels should be scumbags in real life, needing to sleep with young girls to gather material?" Cheng Zhu retorted.

"Well, I wouldn’t know about that," Hu Yan mustered some courage to rebut: "But you definitely are!"

Cheng Zhu didn’t argue.

He knew the image he had in Hu Yan’s eyes wasn’t good.

Having started selling risqué QQ emoticons right out of high school, he created a novel raunchy style in art and even designed lewd lingerie patterns. Plus, his conversations with her had always been quite saucy... How could he be the pure-hearted nice guy?

Cheng Zhu just looked at her and said, "Then why did you invite me over alone for dinner?"

As soon as he said that, Hu Yan’s face and neck, and even her ears turned red — typical, she was blushing all over again.

Jesus, what kind of fairy-like constitution does she have?

"It’s nothing," she said, looking down and poking her rice again.

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After dinner, they sat on the living room sofa and chatted.

When the topic turned to Persistent Visit, Hu Yan complained to Cheng Zhu about the product quality.

Don’t forget, she had purchased a significant amount of QQ lingerie and even sent Cheng Zhu self-portraits in them.

Like the evil step-mom skirts, gray high-neck backless sweaters, and even the tight black spider bodysuit... she bought them all.

"I told you before, our products are meant to feel good, not necessarily to be of high quality."

"Too much quality would be outrageous, warranting negative reviews from customers!" Cheng Zhu said.

Hu Yan was speechless: "But it shouldn’t just burst open shortly after I wear it, right?"

Cheng Zhu: "???"

He quickly realized: "Which item? The black spider bodysuit?"

"Yes."

"Then you need to check yourself!" Cheng Zhu implied.

This bursting-out-of-clothes issue ultimately falls on you.

The black spider bodysuit comes with a hidden zipper, and if pulled too forcibly, it indeed tends to rip.

This design was intended as a sort of Easter egg.

Some folks, tired of zippers, might enjoy the thrill of tearing it open once.

Cheng Zhu had his own thoughtful intentions behind this, letting customers experience the frenzy of ripping.

"You just don’t know how to wear it properly. Even kids know to unzip trousers for an easier time putting them on. It’s the same with our black spider design; just loosen the zipper first to make it easier!" Cheng Zhu said earnestly.

Once he started talking about his products, he was really serious.

Little did he know Hu Yan, listening by his side, found the whole conversation increasingly absurd.

She thought her boss was consistent both online and offline, without a hint of two-facedness—equally mischievous in both realms!

As they continued, Cheng Zhu asked: "Have you been practicing your drawing lately? Show me some of your work, I’ll give you my feedback."

At that, Hu Yan perked up.

"Yes, yes! Boss, I feel I’ve made significant progress in the Western art style recently. Hang on, let me grab my tablet." Hu Yan quickly went to her room and came back with her tablet.

Cheng Zhu watched as she unlocked the tablet, and then, in a flash, locked it again.

He looked at the tablet screen, which lit up for just two seconds before locking, then at Hu Yan, who wore large black-framed glasses, and couldn’t help but gape.

Based on Cheng Zhu’s extensive personal experience, having been through all sorts of scenarios, he was a bit shocked at that moment, not expecting to find such "dirty stuff" on her tablet!

"I saw it!" Cheng Zhu said to her.

The instant the screen lit up, the first thing he saw was Hu Yan’s latest artwork titled "Licking Sugar Daddy, No Shame."

Indeed, the artwork was realistic, the content being just like the title described.

The male character in the painting had distinctly sculpted features with naturally lifting eyebrows, giving off an inherently roguish vibe— unmistakably Cheng Zhu himself!

—Damn, I’ve become the subject of a controversial artwork!

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