Rebirth: She Became a Beautiful and Cool Bigshot
Chapter 147 No Ambiguity

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 No Ambiguity

Remembering the anti-wolf device, Meng Chuyue had an idea, "Wait a second, I have another great thing to give you."

She soon took out two pens, not speaking in riddles this time, "This is a defense pen, also called a multitasking tactical pen. It can be used for writing, lighting a fire, providing illumination, cutting rope, breaking glass, and whistling..."

Shen Ci took the defense pen, not in a hurry to examine it. Squinting, he asked Meng Chuyue, "Did your boss help you buy these too?"

"This is the latest product developed by their research institute, but they aren’t planning to market it yet, only supplying it to special departments. My boss didn’t mention the price when he gave it to me, so I don’t know how much they cost. But if you like it, I’ll definitely try to get you more when I have the chance."

"Like it? Of course, I like it. However, I prefer this white recording pen. Can I have these two?"

He said as he picked up a black and a white recording pen.

The two recording pens Meng Chuyue had given Shen Ci were black and gray, but the one she used for recording was white.

Of course, Shen Ci didn’t say that because he cared about the color of the recording pens; he wanted the recordings inside.

Although he now had a recording pen and could easily record Meng Chuyue’s voice, he didn’t want to do it without her knowing, and besides, he thought the recording from earlier was very interesting.

Meng Chuyue didn’t realize this was his reasoning, thinking that since he usually liked to wear white shirts, he must really like white. She nodded, "Of course, that’s no problem; I only used this white one for a moment, so it’s practically new. Well, to extend the life of the recording pens and the tactical pen, I should teach you how to use them."

Shen Ci smiled, "Okay."

After spending about fifteen minutes teaching Shen Ci how to use the recording pen and tactical pen properly, Meng Chuyue stood up to see him out, "Alright, you can go now. What time will you come over for breakfast? Is there anything you especially want to eat tomorrow?"

"Seven o’clock sounds good. If possible, I’d like to have little wontons and fried dough twists."

Although everything Meng Chuyue cooked was delicious, he suddenly found himself wanting these two dishes because they were favorites of his grandmother and Qin Weilan.

"Okay, I’ll see you out."

Meng Chuyue escorted Shen Ci to the door and, noticing that his car wasn’t there, she asked without thinking, "Didn’t you drive here?"

"Hmm, I lent my car to a friend. It won’t be returned to me for a few days."

Meng Chuyue fished keys out of her pocket and tossed them to him, "Use my car these days."

Shen Ci, "..."

Why was she so good to him?

Just because Qin Weilan had once saved her?

Or was it that she also admired him?

But if it was admiration, how come he couldn’t detect any romantic feelings from her at all?

The way she looked at him was always so calm and indifferent, without a hint of flirtation, just like how one would look at a friend of the same sex...

Ah well, he needed to be content.

Even if she didn’t admire him, her complete trust in him was his good fortune.

...

Shen Ci walked into Fruit Store at six fifty the next morning, only to find Xia Ping and Tong Wen enjoying breakfast at the counter.

They were eating the very little wontons and fried dough twists he had ordered the day before, oh, and also steamed buns.

They both ate and praised at the same time.

"Wow, Yueyue’s cooking is just amazing."

"Ah, why am I not a man? If I were a guy, I’d definitely snatch Yueyue and take her home."

"Ah, I’ve had that thought too. And I’ve even fantasized about Chuyue being a man, that she’s actually cross-dressing..."

...

Both women were chattering cheerfully and having a good time until they saw Shen Ci and all fell silent.

Xia Ping opened her mouth, wanting to call out ’cousin’, but remembering Meng Chuyue’s warning from the night before, she clenched her mouth shut as if working too hard, fearing the words might slip out.