Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 451 - 367: Really Can’t Do Anything About You

Chapter 451: Chapter 367: Really Can’t Do Anything About You

Inside the shopping mall in Shanghai, Cheng Zhu was chatting with the leasing manager.

This leasing manager’s last name was Zhao, someone Cheng Zhu had contacted by phone.

The reason the two of them were able to meet so smoothly was mainly that Cheng Zhu had bought a new mobile phone number some time ago, to use as his work number.

He had spent quite a bit of money—the last four digits of the phone number were four eights.

What’s more, he bought one of those old numbers instead of a new number with the higher starting digits.

In a few years, due to policy reasons, good phone numbers would actually start to lose their value.

But in these few years, both good phone numbers and good car license plate numbers were not cheap.

Some people’s phone numbers were much more expensive than the iPhone in their hands.

Some cars’ license plate numbers might also be worth as much as the cars themselves.

Not to mention, this kind of old number with four eights at the end was quite intimidating.

Especially in a city like Shanghai, sometimes it could be considered a kind of alternative "business card."

Upon seeing Cheng Zhu, Manager Zhao instantly thought this guy must be a rich second generation.

After all, he was the leasing manager of a high-end mall in Shanghai and a local, familiar with many brands.

He could tell that Cheng Zhu’s outfit must have cost a pretty penny.

In their conversation, Cheng Zhu did not mention he owned a milk tea shop.

He said he ran a high-end custom perfume store.

The store space he rented in Star City had initially been a perfume shop, so he just repurposed that for his cover story.

After chatting for a while, it turned out the mall did indeed have a suitable spot available next month.

The issue was whether a high-end perfume customization shop could actually pass the mall’s review.

After the chat, Cheng Zhu was actually quite pleased with the place.

"Perfect for Youu Tea’s first store in Shanghai," he thought to himself.

After walking around the mall, Cheng Zhu didn’t rush back.

But he didn’t go to other malls either.

Instead, he entered a real estate agency.

...

At four-thirty in the afternoon, Cheng Zhu finally returned to the one-bedroom apartment where Hu Yan stayed.

Upon entering, he saw the equipment laid out on the table.

"Painting this afternoon?" he asked.

"Yes, that’s right," Hu Yan responded.

"What are you painting?" Cheng Zhu asked with a deliberate smile.

Hu Yan lowered her head slightly and said with her soft, mushy voice, "Isn’t it what you asked me to paint, Boss?"

Sugar Daddy, you clearly gave me the task, and now you’re knowingly asking?

I’m just a humble little artist who works for small money and pen fees, of course, I paint whatever Sugar Daddy tells me to.

Hearing this, Cheng Zhu couldn’t help but raise his hand and give her plump buttocks a hard smack, creating waves of visible ripples.

He said with a laugh, "Do I need to jog your memory, huh? I’ve been asking you: how should you paint next time?"

After wincing in pain, Hu Yan let out soft cries and her cheeks involuntarily turned red as she remembered herself kneeling and gasping for air, all the while murmuring, "Paint like this... just... just like this..."

The female artist, blushing, chose to keep silent, not daring to challenge the authority of Sugar Daddy.

Cheng Zhu then sat down on the sofa, scanned the surroundings, and said, "Speaking of which, you’ve made quite a bit of money these past few months, so why not move to a better place?"

This apartment was rather old and the conditions were not good.

Some parts of the walls were peeling, some appliances were rusty, and the electrical appliances looked very old and outdated.

"The lease isn’t up until the middle of next month; I renewed it for six months in one go," Hu Yan replied.

Cheng Zhu looked at her and said, "As the star artist of Persistent Visit, you have a heavy responsibility. As the boss, I plan to rent a studio for you. Take a look at these two housing options."

He handed over his mobile phone which contained photos sent by the agent after his meticulous selection.

Hu Yan obediently took the phone and looked at it.

The two properties were vastly different from her current place and were much more upscale, no less prestigious than the Xinhang Apartment where Cheng Zhu lived in Hang City.

They were both well decorated, with a warm and attractive style, and were equipped with air conditioning, underfloor heating, and even a fresh air system.

The apartments also provided many complementary services, had security measures, and even a small free gym with fitness equipment.

Cheng Zhu’s idea was simple.

"Hu Yan doesn’t like going out, she’s a homebody, spending most of her time at home."

"So, a good living environment is very important."

"Besides... I’d occasionally stay there myself."

Of course, the rent in Shanghai was exorbitantly expensive. Despite not being too large, the annual rent was quite frightening.

Hu Yan felt that both options were pretty good, luxury properties that she wouldn’t have even considered back when she struggled to find work and money was tight.

"Boss, isn’t the rent expensive?" Hu Yan couldn’t help but ask.

"That’s not for you to worry about. The first one or the second one?" he asked.

Such sudden generosity was something she was still not used to, and she didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

"Forget it, since it’s about renting a studio, the boss should decide," Cheng Zhu thought for a bit and then said, "The first one, it’s cozier, and the lighting is better."

Hu Yan looked at him, still a bit at a loss.

But Cheng Zhu’s next words struck a chord in her heart.

"Since you hardly go out, I think the living environment is really important. And since you’re always up at weird hours, there’s another great feature of this apartment... it has an amazing night view!"

He picked up the phone and showed Hu Yan a photo.

It was taken from a massive floor-to-ceiling window, and because the building was tall, the night view was indeed beautiful.

"Night view, huh?" Hu Yan looked at the photo, and it seemed to warm her heart.

Little did she know, in Cheng Zhu’s eyes, the vast windows and the pleasant night view were also part of the future ambiance.

Floor-to-ceiling windows were perfect for subduing a demon fox!

You should press the fox demon against the window and hold her down!

Around five o’clock, Hu Yan started preparing dinner.

She didn’t want to go out to eat, and Cheng Zhu didn’t insist.

The plump female artist put on her apron again, and truth be told, her figure was quite alluring in an apron, especially from the back.

As she was cutting vegetables, Cheng Zhu nonchalantly picked up the contraceptive drugs on the table and glanced towards the kitchen.

He opened the medicine box and was surprised to find that Hu Yan hadn’t taken the medicine.

"Hmm?" This confused Cheng Zhu somewhat.

He was someone who took this matter very seriously.

You wouldn’t know it from his past life as a playboy, but he had never gotten involved in any life-threatening dramas.

Cheng Zhu didn’t believe that Hu Yan had any messy or bad intentions; at her core, she was a simple and naive female artist. It’s just that her brain was filled with too much R-rated junk.

So, after pondering for a moment, he took the medicine box and headed into the open kitchen.

"How could you forget to take your medicine?" he bluntly asked.

You know, you were the one who brought it up in the first place.

Hu Yan was chopping radishes, her knife skills quite good, but the speed at which she was cutting had noticeably slowed.

"Thump—, thump—."

The sound of the knife striking the cutting board resonated.

The plump-bottomed artist bowed her head, turned away from her Sugar Daddy, and said in her unique, soft voice, "I... I read that it’s for 72-hour emergency contraception."

Cheng Zhu was momentarily dumbfounded and couldn’t help but be amused.

So now you’re "cutting costs," huh?

It seems you’re quite adept at... "managing daily life!"

Most importantly, the hidden implication in her words was way too tempting.

Cheng Zhu had already purchased the equipment for the night at the FamilyMart next door.

But any man knows there’s a significant difference between being fully armed and hand-to-hand combat.

Hearing her say that, and looking at her and the apron-wrapped silhouette, as well as the denim jeans stretched snug over her curves, an unnamable flame flared up inside him.

He took a few steps forward, standing close behind her.

Hu Yan stopped her right hand, halting her knife work.

Cheng Zhu leaned in slightly and said with a smile, "You’re so knowledgeable in theory, yet it seems you have some blind spots."

"The sooner you take the medicine, the better the effect and the higher the preventative rate."

Hu Yan was genuinely surprised, "Wait... it works like that?"

"Yes," Cheng Zhu said.

Sure enough, you naughty female artist, you spend all day browsing various nonsense and ignore the actual facts, don’t you?

"Then, then I’ll take it now," Hu Yan set down her knife, then turned to grab some water.

However, as soon as she turned around, Cheng Zhu caught her.

"What do you mean by 72 hours?" he asked with a smile.

Hu Yan felt her boss was already bad enough on a normal day, but now, he was off the charts.

She was too embarrassed to answer. I can’t just tell you... tell you... how could I say that out loud!

"Boss, I’m going to take the medicine now," she tried to make a quick escape.

Cheng Zhu, watching her, said softly, "Although there’s a chance, I suppose... it probably doesn’t differ by an hour?"

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