Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 777 - 775 Very Gentle, Very Gentle_1

Chapter 777: Chapter 775 Very Gentle, Very Gentle_1

"Oh my god, Cheng Youyou is just too pitiable. Not only have her fiancé and her sister been fooling around behind her back, but her fiancé even wants to take her money and her kidney!"

"I’ve never seen such a scumbag of a man!"

"How tragic, to think he’d ruin a girl’s life for money!"

"Cheng Youyou is really too pitiful, enduring the dual betrayal of her fiancé and her sister."

"I remember her mother left when she was thirteen years old. It’s said that she committed suicide because she couldn’t bear her husband’s infidelity and the loss of custody of her children."

"What? Is that really how it happened? Isn’t it after Mrs. Cheng died that Madam Zhao entered the picture?"

"Of course not, according to reliable sources, Madam Zhao had been Mr. Cheng’s mistress for a long time."

"How terrible. It really is like the saying goes, like mother, like daughter. The mother was a mistress; the daughter is also a mistress. The elder one snatched someone’s mother’s man, the younger one snatched someone’s sister’s man. This mother-daughter pair is indeed one of a kind in the world!"

Netizens were discussing fervently, investigating the truths of the past, while they cursed Mr. Xue and Cheng Feifei mercilessly.

As for Cheng Youyou, it was nothing but sympathy and comfort.

Speaking of which, after leaving the engagement scene, Cheng Youyou’s face showed not a trace of tears or heartbreak but only a satisfied cold smirk.

They want to swindle the inheritance her grandfather left her? They want to harvest her kidney?

They might as well dream on!

Afterward, Cheng Youyou took the elevator straight to the penthouse suite.

She had previously arranged with Lu Yichuan to wait for him there after the farce was over.

Cheng Youyou took out her phone, saw these trending topics online, and then looked at the plunging stocks of the Cheng and Xue families, she couldn’t help but curl her lips in satisfaction.

Mr. Xue, Cheng Feifei.

This was just the beginning.

There were even more excessive things waiting for you!

At that moment, the door opened.

Lu Yichuan came back.

"Chuan!"

Cheng Youyou instinctively put down her phone and went up to meet him.

Lu Yichuan, with his long strides, pulled her into his embrace, that affectionate look as if he never wanted to let her go: "Youyou, just now watching you almost get engaged to another man, do you know how much my heart ached?"

Cheng Youyou couldn’t help but want to roll her eyes at this, "Serves you right! Didn’t I tell you not to come?"

"So now you’re blaming me?" A pitiful, aggrieved expression appeared on Lu Yichuan’s handsome face.

Cheng Youyou raised her hand and gently rubbed his face, soothing him, "Alright, alright. I don’t blame you. It’s my fault, all my fault. How about I let you decide on the punishment, okay?"

"You said it!" Lu Yichuan seemed to have been waiting for these words, as his thin lips immediately took advantage of the situation, pressing down on her soft lips.

He had tasted almost every delicacy in the world, but only her lips were more delicious than any delicacy, absolutely enchanting.

With the experience from their last kiss, the blushing Cheng Youyou responded clumsily.

Her response was like a signal that made the man even more crazed, his assault growing more intense.

After a long time, they were reluctant to part from their embrace.

Lu Yichuan, looking at her flushed face, suggested, "How about a drink to celebrate?"

"I was thinking the same thing," Cheng Youyou nodded eagerly.

Such a satisfying matter surely deserves a toast, doesn’t it?

"I’ll get the wine." Lu Yichuan stood up, opened a bottle of treasured red wine from the cabinet, poured two glasses, one for her and one for himself.

Cheng Youyou’s delicate fingers gently swirled the wine glass as she gazed at the dark red wine within, void of any trace of fear.

Because she would never, like in her dream, die a miserable death at the hands of that despicable couple.

Even he had died along with her.

She tilted her slender, swan-like neck back, and downed the wine in one gulp.

With this glass, she toasted to her impending new beginning.

Lu Yichuan also took a sip, his deep eyes fixating on her face, "Youyou, regarding our relationship, from which stage would you like us to start?"

Too many years had passed between them, so even though they were together now, he was somewhat unsure of what exactly their current status was.

Did she love him?

Cheng Youyou was first taken aback, but she quickly grasped his meaning and immediately told him, "Lu Yichuan, I love you, truly, deeply love you. Although I once forgot you, throughout all these years, I always remembered that I had a lover, so we can start from any stage."

Afterward, your death for my sake made it even clearer to me that you are the one I cannot live without in this life.

The latter part, Cheng Youyou silently added in her heart.

"I love you too, Youyou." The man, upon hearing her words, felt the tightly wound string in his heart instantly loosen.

His eyes alight with mirth, he proposed, "Then, shall we get married?"

"Get married?" Cheng Youyou looked at him in astonishment, clearly not expecting him to say that.

"Yes, get married," Lu Yichuan repeated, and seeing her reaction, couldn’t help but retort, "What’s wrong? Don’t you want to?"

Under his apprehensive gaze, Cheng Youyou smiled, lowered her eyes, and took his hand in hers, assuring him, "Who says I don’t want to? I do, very much."

The young lady’s answer was solemn, earnest, and utterly certain.

Lu Yichuan felt happiness envelop his heart tightly, and he couldn’t help but kiss her again.

This time, his kiss was fierce and urgent, like a green, inexperienced youth.

Just as things were about to go out of control, he stopped, "No, I must respect you, we should wait until we’re married."

With that, he walked towards the bathroom somewhat awkwardly, "I’m going to take a shower."

After he left, Cheng Youyou could not be more aware of what had happened, and immediately burst into laughter while hugging a pillow on the bed.

After the shower, Lu Yichuan emerged in a bathrobe, his dark hair still dripping water droplets, slowly trailing down his handsome face.

Cheng Youyou quickly rolled off the bed and grabbed the hairdryer from the bedside table, gesturing to him, "Come here, I’ll help you dry your hair."

With his little wife offering to dry his hair, Lu Yichuan gladly accepted, taking quick steps toward her, "Then I’ll trouble Youyou."

"Trouble or not, don’t even say it." Cheng Youyou chided him playfully and then turned on the hairdryer, her fingers running through his thick black hair as she helped him dry it.

In that dream of hers, he had also once helped her dry her hair.

Very gently, so very tenderly.

It’s a shame she was too foolish to appreciate it, not to recognize what was good for her until it was almost too late.

Lu Yichuan, with his eyes closed lightly, was thoroughly enjoying the care of his future wife, feeling extremely content.

"Tonight, could you stay with me?" No sooner had he said it than Lu Yichuan regretted his words, feeling it was improper, "Never mind, I’ll take you home instead. Otherwise, staying out might not be good for a girl’s reputation."