Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 493 - 396 Guidance

Chapter 493: Chapter 396 Guidance

"The bathtub in the new house is really not bad." — Cheng Zhu.

...

For him, the bathtub actually served a mood-setting function.

The main event didn’t end up happening in the bathtub.

Those with experience should know that the experience in water isn’t particularly great.

You might think it would naturally work out, but in fact, it doesn’t.

And it can also adversely affect women’s health.

But luckily, the bathtub was indeed big enough, and the wall was high enough for the counselor to support herself with both hands on the tub, the height just perfect.

When she couldn’t support herself any longer, Cheng Zhu began very considerately to let the water out of the tub.

He let out the water until only a quarter remained.

In this way, when she knelt down, the hot water just submerged above half of her thighs.

It provided the warm, comforting sensation of a bath without obstructing the "game’s" progress.

A scoundrel’s tactic maxed out.

These were all tips and experiences galore.

Ultimately, the so-called bath in the tub didn’t serve any bathing function.

They still had to enter the bathroom for a new round of rinsing.

Perhaps because this place was "home," the counselor had a few more touches of liveliness and everyday life on her.

She rarely showed a look of reproach and said to Cheng Zhu, "No wonder you insisted on bringing your wallet up here."

Cheng Zhu’s wallet, like many men’s wallets, had an inner zip compartment that held "emergency items."

Putting it in his bag meant: wrapping the money up.

Cheng Zhu looked at her, shamelessly denied it, "Nonsense, it’s clearly because I can’t let go of the new wallet you gave me, it’s my fashion accessory, I take it everywhere."

Chen Jieyu knew Cheng Zhu was just bluffing, but she liked to hear that kind of talk nonetheless, finding it very satisfying.

No help for it, she had given her all in choosing gifts for Cheng Zhu but still worried that what she picked out might seem "cheap."

After leaving the bathroom, they hadn’t planned on staying the night here.

Many daily necessities had not yet been arranged, and in the days leading up to the new year, the counselor had quite a bit to be busy with.

Such trivial matters were not something Cheng Zhu cared to do.

But he thought Chen Jieyu would enjoy it.

And he was curious to see if the counselor would take initiative to buy daily necessities for two this time?

...

At about ten o’clock at night, Cheng Zhu drove the counselor back to the faculty dormitory.

"It feels like the school suddenly became deserted." Cheng Zhu said as he drove into the campus.

"Yes, the whole dorm building is quite empty." Chen Jieyu replied.

Previously, Cheng Zhu saw this place as an exciting and "waiting to be explored" "game map." Now that it was the winter break, it suddenly lost a lot of its appeal.

Before she went upstairs, Cheng Zhu suddenly asked, "You can cook, right?"

"Of course." Chen Jieyu replied.

A woman from her background, how could she possibly not know how to cook.

These days, indeed, more and more women are culinary novices, but she clearly wouldn’t be on that list.

Cheng Zhu nodded and instructed, "Remember to fire up the stove on the first New Year in the new house."

"Different places may have different customs; anyway, it’s a tradition in our family," he said.

"Okay." Chen Jieyu nodded.

She knew clearly that this year’s New Year’s Eve dinner, she would likely eat alone.

But it wasn’t a big deal.

After all, if she went back to her hometown, the New Year’s Eve dinner would involve serving a bunch of people, following her mother around busy from the afternoon, without a moment of rest.

If there were any small mistakes or anything not done to their satisfaction, she might even get scolded during the New Year.

Compared to that, spending New Year’s Eve alone seemed quite peaceful indeed.

"It’s already pretty great like this," she thought to herself.

However, what Cheng Zhu said was, "My family eats early on New Year’s Eve, I could come over after I’m done."

She immediately looked up.

"Wouldn’t that be... too much trouble?" She still considered Cheng Zhu first.

"As long as you don’t mind having your New Year’s Eve dinner late," Cheng Zhu smiled.

After saying goodbye, Chen Jieyu returned to her dormitory.

She directly took out a large suitcase and started packing things she planned to bring over the next day.

After all, a dorm is just a dorm.

Over there is home.

...

Meanwhile, Cheng Zhu first returned to the Xinhang Apartment.

At about eleven at night, he received a call from Shen Minglang, asking if he wanted to come to a bar for some drinks and some clubbing, mentioning that Jiang Wanzhou was also there.

Cheng Zhu wasn’t opposed to the idea; in his previous life, he was a frequent visitor to nightlife spots.

After his rebirth, he indeed had devoted too much attention to his business and hadn’t frequented entertainment venues.

Also, he was curious whether Lin Lu would be okay with him going to a bar alone.

So, he made a probing move on WeChat.

"Little President Jiang is also there, then you go," Lin Lu immediately replied.

It seemed like as long as Jiang Wanzhou was there, she felt assured.

Little did she know, a man always has a brother by his side. He’s the excuse for going out, the tool for helping out with lies, the undercover agent sent by our side...

Of course, Jiang Wanzhou was actually quite reliable.

Cheng Zhu truly had no intention of doing anything bad tonight.

After all... he had already done everything he needed to tonight!

He had just unlocked a new achievement: "Bathtub Expert."

When he arrived at the bar mentioned by Shen Minglang, Cheng Zhu saw the dazzling neon signs placed in front of their booth.

These signs represented that there were several bottles of Ace of Spades at the booth.

Ace of Spades was quite popular in the nightlife scene these past few years.

Most rich second-generation kids didn’t buy it to drink it.

Its use was a bit like... skins in a game?

Purely there for show.

Every time they come to the bar, they let people take out their stored Ace of Spades, carry the neon sign around the bar, then place it in front of their booth to show off.

At the end of the night, the liquor would be stored again for recycling.

Basically, it was just for show.

Even if you’re familiar with the big marketers in some bars, you don’t really need to spend money to buy it; the marketers will arrange it, directly setting up a few bottles of Ace of Spades to show off.

The booth that day, much like when Shen Minglang last celebrated his birthday, attracted almost the same crowd.

Only now, their attitude towards Cheng Zhu was worlds apart.

Before, these rich kids thought he was just following Shen Minglang around, tagging along just to play.

Now it was different.

They saw him as a model of successful youth, a nationally renowned entrepreneurial pioneer, a topic frequently discussed among Hang City’s young circles.

Wang Wei and others never imagined that someone could actually leap classes within just half a year.

Now, when he arrived on the scene, he became the center of attention.

After greeting Shen Minglang, Cheng Zhu walked up to Jiang Wanzhou.

He glanced at Little President Jiang’s state and couldn’t help asking, "Had quite a bit to drink?"

"Yeah, I feel like puking." Jiang Wanzhou nodded.

"Who forced you?" he asked.

"Who else could it be, definitely Wang Wei and his crew, showing off their drinking skills and escalating each drinking game!" Jiang Wanzhou complained.

"Alright, I got it," Cheng Zhu patted his shoulder.

At that moment, Wang Wei and Liu Hongwei each holding a glass, approached Cheng Zhu.

"Cheng Zhu, long time no see." They greeted him proactively.

If Cheng Zhu remembered correctly, during Shen Minglang’s previous birthday, they were referring to him as Little Cheng.

"Yeah, it’s been a while," he smiled.

Seeing his good manner, Liu Hongwei immediately said, "We’ve all seen the news about your Youu Tea, awesome, truly awesome!"

Wang Wei also chimed in, "Brother Lang is right, you really know the business, remember to give us some tips in the future."

"Tips, hmm, sure." Cheng Zhu nodded, agreeing.

Jiang Wanzhou watched them suck up to Cheng Zhu, feeling quite smug.

He knew well their snobbish ways, always eager to categorize people.

Previously they had acted as if Cheng Zhu wasn’t worth their time.

But now things were different. Here he was, thriving in his own startup.

Not them, even their parents, if present, wouldn’t have the standing to look down on this young man.

Youu Tea had reached a frightening funding of 160 million in its first round, with a valuation of up to 800 million!

Cheng Zhu had certainly shown his mettle!

And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Shen Minglang was very aware that his cousin at Persistent Visit had prospects and potential that were no less impressive than Youu Tea.

He felt that in 2015, just with QQ Underwear, his cousin could definitely make a profit of over a hundred million!

You know, making a hundred million in profit in 2015, that’s a terrifying concept!

At this moment, Shen Minglang also noticed the activity here, and walked over with a smile, placing his hand on Cheng Zhu’s shoulder, clearly eager to watch the show.

Wang Wei had previously asked him to introduce them to the backstage boss of Persistent Visit, but Shen Minglang had been keeping Cheng Zhu’s identity a secret.

"Alright then, we’ll drink to you!" Wang Wei and Liu Hongwei lifted their glasses.

Cheng Zhu took a new glass, pouring an amount similar to theirs.

Then, he too raised his glass.

However, just as they were about to clink glasses, Wang Wei held his glass a bit higher, perhaps without even realizing that his rim was a bit higher than Cheng Zhu’s.

Cheng Zhu glanced at him.

Since you just mentioned asking for my guidance, let me give you a little.

He held his own glass with two fingers and raised another finger, pressing down on Wang Wei’s rim gently, immediately lowering it by a fraction—to three parts lower than his own.

— "A Point."

Glasses clinked, making a sound.

Amidst Wang Wei’s baffled expression, Cheng Zhu drank all the wine in his glass.

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