Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 561 - 433: Little 3’s Mother, Lover’s Daughter_3

Chapter 561: Chapter 433: Little 3’s Mother, Lover’s Daughter_3

Yiyi naturally followed him to the new company.

And her admiration for Cheng Zhu started to climb from that period on.

Before, she just thought her boss was young and successful, and not to mention, handsome and wealthy.

But during her career change, she saw his boldness, his intellect, his strategies.

Of course, this was also because Cheng Zhu was identifying her strengths, molding her into becoming the leading live-streaming sales hostess.

While the whole network of live-streaming was noisy and extremely flashy, he insisted on Yiyi maintaining her original style.

Her outstanding looks and temperament, coupled with that soft and gentle style of live-streaming, quickly gathered a large fanbase.

Moreover, live streaming as an industry, is prone to unexpected situations.

Many times, if you misspeak, you could cause additional problems.

But let’s not forget, at her core, YiYi is a little green tea.

She’s not low on emotional intelligence, and certainly has her own methods and routines.

Thus, after Cheng Zhu started the live streaming company, the two also had a sense of mutual accomplishment.

"It’s just... I kind of forgot exactly when we started sleeping together," Cheng Zhu chuckled as he drove and reminisced.

"But I can assure you, she seduced me!"

The rest is history with Yiyi following him for several years.

She was the leading lady of the company, and sometimes, she was a bit like Cheng Zhu’s "good wife and wise mother."

As said before, like when it came to giving gifts, he would have Yiyi handle the selection, and she always did an exceptionally beautiful job.

She would study tea on her own, research alcohol, explore caterpillar fungus and sea cucumber, and even research ornamental objects.

Honestly, with her around, Cheng Zhu had much less to worry about in both career and life.

In the still of the night, this Innocent Little White Flower also played the card of contrast.

Honestly, as the creator of the pure desire trend in his life, Cheng Zhu had seen so many so-called "ceilings of pure desire," but in his heart, Yiyi would always be top-level!

Even the sounds she made during more intimate exchanges would make one feel she was genuinely pure, almost to the point where you’d hesitate to be rough.

So truthfully speaking, in Cheng Zhu’s past life, Yiyi was... half the main house?

"Speaking of which, I haven’t gotten to know the high schooler Yiyi yet," Cheng Zhu thought to himself.

"It should be quite interesting," the dastardly man mused internally.

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In an apartment complex in Tai City.

Dressed in a cotton pajama set, Yiyi sat in front of the mirror in her room, carefully curling her lashes.

Her eyelashes were already dense and curled, so she usually didn’t bother with this makeup step, but today she was doing it very seriously.

In fact, she hadn’t yet figured out what excuse she would use to approach Brother Zhu.

He was in town on a business trip, and if he was too busy, she probably wouldn’t even get to see him.

About this, Yiyi wasn’t one to insist.

She was young and didn’t want him to think of her as a nagging kid.

In the mirror, Yiyi’s delicate little face was full of youth and innocence.

She, as always, applied a nude makeup look.

Actually, because her skin was in such good condition, she looked exceptionally attractive even without makeup.

Cheng Zhu had the most say in this area; he had seen many people, but had never encountered anyone with skin more tender and smooth than Yiyi’s.

Keep in mind, that was Yiyi in her twenties.

The girl sitting before the mirror now was a 17-year-old Yiyi.

"Knock knock knock," someone was knocking at the door.

Yiyi opened the door, to see her mother standing outside.

Meng Yiyi’s mother, Meng Qingyu, was only 38 years old and had given birth to her daughter at age 21.

"The charm ageing gracefully"—this phrase suited her perfectly.

Her temperament was also very good, but unlike Yiyi’s Innocent Little White Flower vibe, she exuded an air of an intellectual woman.

To be exact, Ms. Meng Qingyu was indeed an artsy woman.

And for that reason, she had steered her daughter toward an arts education.

Many years ago, Meng Qingyu had a stable and high-income profession.

—Mistress.

She was a full-time homewrecker.

But with Meng Yiyi’s biological father ending up behind bars, their family could be described as having fallen on hard times.

From the current situation, their family could only be considered to have a modest amount of money.

And the primary reason Meng Yiyi didn’t like her relatives, and in Cheng Zhu’s past life, even never mentioned her internet celebrity cousin, was mainly due to her mother.

"When we were doing well, everyone would curry favor with us."

"Of course, it was just superficial favor, behind our backs they were probably always cursing Mom."

"But during those years, which one of them did not receive our help?"

"The business that Zhang Qiqi’s family runs now, initially we helped set it up."

Meng Yiyi’s most disliked person was Zhang Qiqi’s mother, which was her own aunt.

On one hand, she enjoyed all the benefits that her younger sister brought, while on the other hand, behind the scenes, she cursed and maligned her own sister, speaking foul words.

She said her money was dirty, all obtained through her body.

But the smile that lit up her face when she received gifts, Meng Yiyi felt nauseous every time she remembered it.

And there was also the groveling face she made when clutching her own mother’s hands, calling her by her pet name, just after getting help, which made Meng Yiyi want to vomit.

Now that their family was not doing well, the aunt and the sister she looked down upon, basically didn’t interact much anymore.

One time, because she needed help with school enrollment, Meng Qingyu and Meng Yiyi sat in the living room for an hour, and they weren’t even served a glass of water.

At this moment, exuding an aura of intellectual beauty, Meng Qingyu looked at her daughter and said, "Yiyi, take care of your own dinner, Mom has to go out for a bit."

"Are you going to have dinner with him again?" she asked.

The "he" she referred to was a man 11 years younger than her mother.

It was somewhat ironic.

When younger, she found a wealthy man.

Now at 38, she started embracing those younger and handsome types.

The two met somewhere, still in the early stages of their relationship.

Meng Yiyi had seen him once and did not take to him.

She always believed her judgment of character was very accurate.

"No, I’m going to eat with your Aunt Tao, haven’t seen her in a long time," Meng Qingyu smiled.

Meng Yiyi could tell, she was lying.

But with her temperament, she wouldn’t say something like "Then take me along."

Since she already knew it was a lie, more words would be pointless.

She’d never allow herself to come off as aggressive.

"Okay, Mommy, promise me you won’t drink, Aunt Tao is the best at getting you drunk," she still expressed concern.

"Sure, sure, Mommy promises not to drink," Meng Qingyu agreed readily.

Yiyi used retreat as advance, achieving her inner goal.

Dinner is fine, but don’t touch the alcohol.

She knew her mother’s terrible tolerance for alcohol, a little too much could easily knock her out.

She also knew what would be the easiest way to take down a 38-year-old single woman.

After closing the door, Meng Yiyi sat down in front of the mirror again.

"Looks like tonight I’m having dinner alone," she thought to herself.

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