Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 452 - 368: Restoring Your Painting

Chapter 452: Chapter 368: Restoring Your Painting

Hu Yan’s rental wasn’t big, which made this semi-open kitchen space quite cramped.

She was wearing an apron that was slightly rough to the touch, comparable to the ones provided by Haidilao Hot Pot, only in lighter shades.

Her initial thought was very simple.

It really was just after seeing the words "72 hours" that she thought there was no need to take it so soon.

Hmm, wait till Boss Cheng leaves before eating it, just in case... as a precaution?

She was clearly someone who lacked restraint in certain aspects.

Hu Yan wasn’t sure of Boss Cheng’s state today.

She had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, but she also knew it varied from person to person.

All she could say was that this sugar-daddy patron hadn’t even reached his 19th birthday yet and was at the peak of his prime.

But to be honest, she didn’t mean anything else when she mentioned "72 hours." She really didn’t know that the sooner you take the medicine, the better its efficacy.

All she knew was that everyone said this stuff was somewhat harmful to the body, so it made more sense to take it when Boss Cheng was about to return to Hang City.

At this moment, she learned a new contraception knowledge point, but also realized that her actions really could be misleading and tempting.

She originally wanted to run away.

Because she felt extremely embarrassed, an embarrassment that was hard to describe.

I’m telling you, we men can’t be provoked!

And on top of that, you’re wearing an apron. Alright, alright, alright, even the uniform is prepared, huh?

Cheng Zhu laughed, placed his hands on the table, blocked her way, and conveniently moved the kitchen knife and other dangerous items far away.

Hu Yan shrank back a bit, keeping her head low, not daring to look at him.

He lowered his head and said teasingly with a laugh, "I actually went to the FamilyMart on the street this afternoon; I’ve bought them already, they’re in my pocket."

Cheng Zhu had self-imposed an anti-addiction system on himself, purposely buying the small boxed version that came with three.

Hu Yan naturally understood what he had bought.

However, his next words were, "Do you need it?"

In an instant, her brain felt like it was going to explode again, with that boundless sense of embarrassment spreading from the bottom of her heart.

The small kitchen’s atmosphere suddenly changed.

After all the discussions they’d had up to this point, a consensus had been reached.

The pill box was right there, not a single one missing, Hu Yan hadn’t taken any.

So, what use were the items you bought from FamilyMart?

But bad men will always be bad men.

He just had to ask!

He insisted on asking!

"Use it, or don’t use it?" Cheng Zhu saw she didn’t answer and spoke up again.

The female artist felt she was truly going to be driven mad by this sugar-daddy patron.

The lowly party B always encounters some party A’s that just can’t be dealt with.

If they were chatting on WeChat right now, Hu Yan would dare to say anything, because that’s how they normally communicated.

But that’s because they were internet friends.

Who doesn’t know the nature of internet friends? Online and reality are completely different matters.

The same words, she just couldn’t say them in real life.

Cheng Zhu looked down at the apron-clad woman, feeling that the once poor artist truly knew how to live frugally.

There’s no need to waste what shouldn’t be wasted, right?

The older generation always say, choose a thrifty and household-savvy woman.

Now, he had found one.

Frugality is a virtue.

The apron-clad woman wouldn’t waste any fresh ingredients.

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And as everyone knows, glasses can sometimes be precarious.

Especially during exercise and sweating, the nose pads of glasses become even more unstable.

The female artist was experiencing this.

Her oversized black-framed glasses, naturally heavier than average, had already slid down to the bridge of her nose.

Strangely, the way glasses looked when they had slipped down seemed slightly disheveled, but there was also an indescribable beauty about it.

Kitchens are for cooking, and many ingredients change color and redden when they’re fully cooked.

Hu Yan was feeling just like that.

She... was ripe.

Cheng Zhu suddenly thought, wouldn’t it be interesting to put a pair of fox ears on this plump female artist?

With that thought, he suddenly remembered two paintings.

These were new works sent by Hu Yan after she had visited Hang City and met with him offline.

The first painting was a self-portrait of Hu Yan.

She had just been to a claw machine arcade at the time, so she was inspired by the dolls.

She drew herself as a giant plush toy, wearing a fox onesie, very atmospheric.

In the painting, she lay on a blanket, surrounded by seven or eight plush toys she had won from the arcade’s claw machines.

The other painting was a portrait specifically for Cheng Zhu.

In it, Boss Cheng was working in his own claw machine arcade, arranging the dolls inside one of the machines.

At the time, Cheng Zhu noticed a very minor detail.

In the painting, while arranging the dolls, his right hand was holding—a fox doll!

Its color scheme was identical to the fox onesie worn by Hu Yan!

Even more crucially, if you zoomed in, Cheng Zhu’s thumb was placed in the fox doll’s mouth!

This doll could actually "eat" fingers, wow, how mystical~

Clearly, it was a hidden easter egg left by the cheeky female artist.

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