Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 445 - 363: Thrilling!

Chapter 445: Chapter 363: Thrilling!

Hu Yan’s rented apartment had only one bedroom and one living room, and it wasn’t very large.

The small living room suddenly fell into an awkward deadlock.

The slightly chubby and plump female painter was now embarrassingly looking for a seam on the ground.

To crawl in, was there a seam that could hide me!

What kind of social suicide scene was this!

She had forgotten that before she locked her tablet, this picture was on it.

Damn it, what should she do now?

She had thought that having been pointed out by her junior for drawing Cheng Zhu had already been the pinnacle of social embarrassment.

But who would have thought that today there was an even more advanced version.

"This is equivalent to dancing right in front of the main character..."

Hu Yan carefully recalled, and she felt that her three most embarrassing moments after growing up were all related to this generous Daddy.

The first time was when she went to Hang City to have dinner with Cheng Zhu. He had dropped her off at the hotel afterward, and she, inspired, finished a drawing and reflexively sent it to Cheng Zhu according to her usual habit.

I just dropped you off at the hotel, and you’re sending racy pictures at midnight, what’s this supposed to mean?

The second time was "Junior’s Point-Out."

The third time was now!

"What will the boss think of me?"

"How will he view me now?"

Hu Yan’s nose and forehead even started to bead with sweat.

With her peculiar physique, she began to flush all over again.

Her plump legs, tightly together, became stiff and tense at this moment.

Yet her body began to emit a deep sense of powerlessness.

"It’s over, I don’t know why, but I feel like my life is over."

"I can’t hold my head up anymore, I can’t face anyone anymore."

"He must think I’m a pervert!"

"He must think I sit at home alone, fantasizing about him while I draw."

"Just die, might as well just die today..."

Hu Yan suddenly began to regret inviting the wealthy Daddy over for dinner at her place.

Home, sometimes the safest place, but sometimes, the safest place is the most dangerous!

Because there’s too much of your personal privacy in your home.

Like when you open the drawer of Hu Yan’s bedside table, the variety of toys inside were eye-opening.

At this moment, what frightened Hu Yan the most happened.

That was... the command from the boss!

"Open it up," Cheng Zhu said, looking at the tablet.

His voice was so calm, it was terrifying!

To Hu Yan, this scene felt hauntingly familiar, just like that day at the hotel when, in her panic, she had used the retract function after mistakenly sending a self-portrait, only for the boss to say he had seen it and commanded her: send it over.

Oddly enough, even though he wasn’t older than me, his presence completely overwhelmed.

— Because he was wealthy?

"Boss, can we... not look at it?" Hu Yan curled up again, her body red and hot, her hands hidden in her sleeves.

In crowded places, she behaved the same, slightly shrinking herself.

"No," Cheng Zhu answered coldly.

Speaking of it, Cheng Zhu was also puzzled.

He never expected to have such a life experience.

Damn, so this is what it feels like to be a main character in a doujinshi?

He knew some celebrities had such experiences, like being written about or drawn as characters in comics.

Sometimes he also wondered, did these celebrities ever look at them?

Damn, I’ve personally experienced it now!

Son of a gun, I pay you, and you secretly draw my naked body!

I’m so angry!

Should I charge a model fee?

Speaking of which, does being an artist’s model make good money?

Cheng Zhu’s thoughts were getting more twisted.

Under his stern gaze, Hu Yan slowly opened the tablet.

Cheng Zhu looked at the "dirty stuff" on the screen and couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

"Not bad, I think your drawings are even more detailed than the illustrations shown by the sellers," he said sarcastically.

Damn, you’ve drawn the details way too much!

This Adam’s apple, these muscles, these bulging veins... and a very vivid scene, that of hands tightly gripping the armrest of a chair and a head comfortably thrown back!

What the hell, I’m not like that at all, okay?

"Is this the only one?" he turned his head and asked, staring intently at Hu Yan behind her thick black glasses.

"Look at you! Your eyes are dodging!" Cheng Zhu cursed, no longer needing an answer.

Hu Yan now truly didn’t dare to look at him anymore.

Just die, I’d rather just die.

"Find all the others for me," Cheng Zhu commanded again.

Hu Yan heard this, and felt an immense sense of shame nearly overflowing from her heart.

Each of these self-indulgent drawings matched her personal tastes.

Although her various quirks weren’t a secret to her boss anymore, since they had already talked about everything, the problem was that he was the male protagonist in these drawings!

"Do we need to critique each one..." she thought to herself, nearly going crazy.

...

...

After five minutes, Cheng Zhu went numb.

He thought that printing all the self-portraits Hu Yan had sent him before coming to Shanghai and bringing them in a folder was already pretty impressive.

But he hadn’t expected that he still couldn’t outdo her.

Oh boy, you, this little fox, really know how to play!

What in the world are these drawings, some even come with captions...

She actually wrote the dialogue and inner thoughts of the male and female characters.

"Indecent and disgraceful!" That was half of Cheng Zhu’s judgment in his mind, the other half was...

— But possibly good for directing.

Apart from this, Detective Cheng also noticed a detail.

"The latest one that came out looked the most like me."

"Not only the likeness but also the spirit."

"The earlier ones weren’t as vivid, not so lifelike."

The truth was that Hu Yan had subconsciously drawn them this way until Yue Lingjing pointed it out.

But Cheng Zhu naturally wouldn’t indulge in such fantasy.

He only thought: "You started off clumsy, and then, goddamn, got increasingly skilled, right?"

"Or are you saying, it started off as secretly drawing me and then became blatantly drawing me later?"

Cheng Zhu glanced at Hu Yan and couldn’t help but laugh and cry again.

Her whole body was too red, her face seemed like it was about to drip blood.

With her head hung low, her large black glasses almost covered half of her face, and her hair, a mess and hanging down, made it hard to see her expression.

But as she lowered her head, Cheng Zhu could look down at her flush neck, and the small part of her back revealed by the collar of her hoodie as she bowed her head, also blushing!

At that moment, a bolt of lightning struck Cheng Zhu’s mind.

"Did Yue Lingjing see it?" he asked out of the blue, his tone incredibly serious.

Hu Yan, with her head bowed and her expression unclear, shivered all over from the shock.

Cheng Zhu knew that Hu Yan often sent some of her daily creations to her junior to see.

But he wasn’t sure if he was part of those... daily creations?

"No!" Hu Yan switched to lying mode.

Her voice began to sound a bit tearful.

I didn’t mean to draw you and send it to my junior, that would be so perverted.

After my junior said the person I drew looked a bit like you, I just... I stopped sending them to her.

It was just these last few days with this drawing, purely for my personal entertainment.

I was even thinking of admiring it for a few more days before deleting it, never thinking you would find out.

Hearing the slight cry in her voice, Cheng Zhu didn’t press further.

"I’ll take your word for it," he said.

He felt it probably hadn’t gone that far.

Hu Yan fooling around a bit with him could be reluctantly understood; after all, their private chats had crossed many lines.

There was no such reason on Yue Lingjing’s side.

"Boss, I... I was wrong, I really know I was wrong," Hu Yan’s words still carried a hint of sobbing.

The shame and embarrassment at this moment made her feel like she wanted to kill herself.

Cheng Zhu kept silent for a while, not responding.

He looked out the window after a while.

It was past seven in the evening, and outside, it began... to lightly rain!

— Rainy day, again a rainy day!

Cheng Zhu withdrew his gaze from the window, then sighed deeply.

’Ah—.’

Then, as usual, he began to critique Hu Yan’s drawings.

As he critiqued, Hu Yan slowly lifted her head, her slightly reddened eyes full of astonishment, and a flicker of relief from surviving the ordeal.

"Boss, you... you’re not angry?"

"Angry, but am I supposed to call the police and have you arrested?" Cheng Zhu asked.

At his words, Hu Yan, who was slightly shrinking, shook violently again.

Cheng Zhu looked at her and continued, "I’m a man of my word, told you to bring your new work for me to see, and I’d give my input, and of course, I’d do it."

"But..." his brow furrowed.

He picked up the tablet again, opening that earliest image he saw.

The one that looked the most like him.

"I want to ask why you suddenly thought of drawing me?"

Hu Yan had no idea how to answer this question.

"I... I don’t know," she lowered her head again, timidly explaining, "But I really didn’t have any messy thoughts..."

"Is that so?" Cheng Zhu asked.

Hu Yan glanced at him and then quickly lowered her head, continuing timidly, "Really... really."

— A tiny, humble fox in front of a wealthy Daddy.

"So you’re trying to tell me that the female protagonist in this drawing isn’t you?" Cheng Zhu tapped the tablet lightly with his finger.

"Of course not!" Hu Yan was quick to respond this time.

Cheng Zhu looked at the slightly chubby and plump woman in the picture, particularly at that big plump bottom, really tempted to continue with butt recognition and loudly question her, "Are you saying this isn’t your butt?"

"Don’t you think she has a similar body type to you?" Cheng Zhu asked, somewhat restrained.

"Well, there are many people in the world with similar body types, but their faces are different," Hu Yan deployed her strongest explanation, "The face doesn’t look like mine at all."

Honestly, there aren’t that many women with a butt of your caliber.

"Is that so?" Cheng Zhu looked at the female protagonist’s face in the drawing and asked again.

The apartment fell into a brief silence.

The two could only hear the sound of the rain outside.

Amidst the continuous light rain, Cheng Zhu turned his head and looked at her.

The next moment, Hu Yan felt a large hand suddenly reach out in front of her, covering the large black glasses on her face and snatching them off.

"Doesn’t it look like you now?" he said.

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(ps: Second update, tweaked and changed, a few minutes late, asking for monthly votes!)