Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 227 - 195 Going through Ning Baos Back Door

Chapter 227: Chapter 195: Going through Ning Bao’s Back Door

Chapter 227: Chapter 195: Going through Ning Bao’s Back Door

Inside the Land Rover, Cheng Zhu didn’t chat with Hu Yan for too long.

As for her underclassman studying in Hang City, Cheng Zhu didn’t really care.

He never planned to meet Hu Yan offline, let alone her friends.

Both of them intuitively felt that maintaining the status quo was quite good.

Every time they chatted, they sparked some inspiration and understood each other’s XP well.

Occasionally sending self-portraits and flirting was pretty interesting too.

Cheng Zhu even imagined Hu Yan as someone with messy hair, a bit sloppy, wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, and dressed very ordinarily.

Right, many characters in anime are depicted like this!

Despite how pretty she looked in her self-portraits, with a slightly plump figure giving a soft and comfortable vibe when hugged,

are self-portraits ever real?

Photos can be Photoshopped, so can’t self-portraits be beautified however one wants?

How can they be realistic?

Just keep this beauty online then, considering it a little blessing amid work whenever you receive pictures.

On the other hand, Hu Yan was always defending her underclassman. She admitted her sugar daddy calling her a “sensual girl” because she did exude a sensual vibe from within, hopelessly corrupted.

But her underclassman is actually very well-behaved, and she only likes manga and isn’t interested in real-life men, so she can’t be called “sensual,” right?

You could dismiss me, but don’t dismiss my innocent underclassman!

All these WeChat messages Cheng Zhu saw turned into: “Blah, blah, blah, I am a sensual girl, blah, blah…”

Hu Yan had a clear self-awareness.

After finishing their chat, Cheng Zhu turned on music in the car and randomly played Li Ronghao’s “Model” from last year.

“I just walked around the milk tea shop site, and after demolishing the necessary parts, my ideas became clearer.”

“It’s just that I envy Starbucks for having a side door outside the mall, allowing direct access from outside, skipping the main entrance.”

“And having such a door would really help with marketing,” Cheng Zhu thought.

He’d have to talk to the mall himself, which probably wouldn’t be easy.

Starbucks apparently negotiated their entrance even before the mall’s construction was finished.

You can’t just go making your own entrance now.

Unless… you use a backdoor!

And whose backdoor? Of course, Ning Bao’s!

After all, aren’t we sort of insiders? Shouldn’t we fully exploit that privilege?

Besides, don’t look at it as me taking advantage of the mall now; the mall might benefit more later!

So, Cheng Zhu felt perfectly justified.

Is this taking advantage of Shen Qingning?

It’s mutual support, mutual aid, mutual benefits with my Ning Bao!

He picked up his phone to send a WeChat message: “What are you up to?”

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Now it’s Friday afternoon, Lin Lu had dubbing work since there’s no class in the afternoon, so Shen Qingning had already gone home instead of staying at the shared apartment, and was in her room reading a novel.

It was a newly published angst novel, written by one of her favorite romance authors.

She had bought and read the author’s previous books several times.

As for this new one, she felt the writer’s skill in developing intense scenarios had strengthened; she could sense the emotional entanglement, or should she say… entwining?

Shen Qingning always had good poise, the type of girl who maintained demeanor whether sitting or standing.

In fact, posture is really important for girls.

But when she reads, she chooses a position that’s more comfortable for herself.

For instance, right now, she was sitting cross-legged in a big chair.

Her long, slender legs crossed on the chair caused her pants to stretch slightly, revealing a small section of her delicate ankle.

As for the table, there lay the bookmark made from a photo of her and Cheng Zhu.

The bookmark was wrapped in colored paper, like a secret letter in an envelope.

At that moment, Shen Qingning’s phone rang. Seeing that it was a message from Cheng Zhu, she placed the bookmark inside the book and closed it.

“What are you up to?”

“Reading,” she replied.

“The demolition at the milk tea shop finished today. Do you want to come to Star City for a meal tonight?” Cheng Zhu extended an invitation.

Shen Qingning thought for a moment, then directly asked, “Is there something specific?”

“It sort of is, but nothing major, mainly to have dinner together,” Cheng Zhu cheekily said.

“Alright,” Shen Qingning agreed upon hearing there was something involving her.

Then, she went downstairs to inform her stepmother, Wang Yushan, and the housekeeper, saying she would dine out tonight.

Wang Yushan watched her ascend the stairs, wondering, “Could it be with Cheng Zhu?”

But she didn’t ask further.

At 4:30 p.m., Cheng Zhu drove to pick up Lin Lu, who had finished her dubbing work.

If she planned to stay home over the weekend, the car had to be returned to her.

Lin Lu always reassured Cheng Zhu it was fine; her family never questioned why the car wasn’t brought back, but Cheng Zhu maintained his stance, fearing potential issues.

“How about I drop you off at school first, and then I’ll head home?” Lin Lu, sitting in the driver’s seat, asked.

“It’s alright, I’ll take a cab. It’ll save you the detour,” Cheng Zhu declined Lin Lu’s offer.

“Okay, bye then!” Lin Lu bent over inside the car and waved goodbye to Cheng Zhu through the passenger window.

Cheng Zhu watched a certain part of her as she bent down, feeling like it was as bountiful and pleasing as heavy ears of wheat during the harvest.

After getting into the taxi, Cheng Zhu texted Shen Qingning, “My game production is finished, so the studio folks are gathering for dinner tonight too. You don’t mind, right?”

“Would it be inconvenient? How about I join you after dinner?” Shen Qingning replied.

“That won’t be necessary. They all have female companions. It’s all guys and girls except me,” Cheng Zhu typed, hinting at a cozy scenario.

His statement was a bit dishonest since most indeed brought girlfriends, but poor team leader Wei Bo didn’t even have a girl he was talking to. So he was solo too.

“That’s fine then.” Shen Qingning, not one to shy away from crowds, and even enticed by Cheng Zhu’s description, felt a slight stirring of unusual emotions.

After taking the cab back to school, Cheng Zhu went to the dorm to change his clothes.

Running around all day and visiting the construction site, his clothes had gotten somewhat dusty.

Dong Dong, seeing Cheng Zhu change, thought he was dressing up for the occasion and immediately cried out, “Brother Zhu! Spare us some chance, just dress casually, don’t go being too handsome!”

Boss Cheng had invited Zhu Yingying for dinner.

Zheng Qingfeng had asked out Guan Jiayue.

Liu Feng had called Chen Tingting.

All four roommates from room 309 were in the ambiguous stages of dating.

The only difference was, they were each involved with one girl, whereas Cheng Zhu wasn’t.

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At that moment, listening to Dong Dong, Cheng Zhu teasingly said, “Hey Zheng! Lend me your hair wax! There’s still time, let me style my hair.”

The three roommates promptly sat down in a row, waiting and watching Cheng Zhu intently.

“What are you guys doing?” Cheng Zhu felt a bit creeped out by their intense gaze, as if they were brimming with curiosity.

“Go on, Brother Zhu, style your hair. We want to learn,” Dong Dong replied.

Cheng Zhu: “…”

Now he understood why those so-called hairstyling influencers, who post tutorial videos for men, could rack up views in the millions.

There really was a market for it.

Cheng Zhu was initially just joking, but now found himself having to take Zheng Qingfeng’s hair wax and start working.

After styling his hair and lightly spritzing some hairspray,

he checked himself out in the mirror: “Tsk, achieving new heights of handsomeness.”

The three guys looked at each other.

“Zheng, did you catch that?”

“I guess?”

“It looks pretty simple, seems like you just need hands.”

“I’ll also get a haircut like Brother Zhu’s tomorrow.”

These three, though, would likely be the type to understand immediately but fail terribly in practice.

Considering Cheng Zhu was only wearing a simple loose sweatshirt paired with straight-leg jeans, his face and his broad shoulders and long legs made him look undeniably dashing, leaving no room for others.

At this moment, Dong Dong suddenly remembered to ask who Cheng Zhu was bringing to the dinner tonight.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you guys, I invited Shen Qingning.”

“Ah?” The three exchanged glances.

“What’s wrong?”

“She has such a strong presence; I’m afraid I won’t even dare to speak loudly at the table.”

Cheng Zhu chuckled.

You’re intimidated by a reserved girl like her?

What if I invited the counselor who I owe a huge favor? How would you react then?

He picked up his phone and messaged the studio group that everyone could head out now.

After boarding the taxi, he texted Shen Qingning: “I’m on my way.”

“Alright, I’ll head out too,” she replied.

Cheng Zhu had reserved a private room in a seafood hotpot restaurant inside Star City, a place where each person had their own pot and the per-person cost was pretty high.

Except for Shen Qingning, everyone else arrived around the same time.

Although Cheng Zhu was meeting some of these girls for the first time, there was no awkwardness in the atmosphere since many knew each other and were all alumni.

After everyone was seated, girls like Guan Jiayue noticed an empty seat next to Cheng Zhu.

Among the group, not everyone knew who that seat was reserved for.

Then the service staff pushed open the door, and the elegant and reserved Shen Qingning calmly walked in.

It was funny; the room was quite lively and everyone was chatting spiritedly, but it quieted down a few notches the moment she entered.

Cheng Zhu, sitting at the main seat, waved her over to sit next to him.

Today Shen Qingning wore clothes that Cheng Zhu felt were familiar.

“Isn’t this what she wore the day I took her for a ride on my electric scooter and we enjoyed the evening breeze?”

Only today, she wore a black Chanel jacket over her clothes and paired it with black stockings.

A leggy beauty in black stockings, what did that mean?

From afar, Cheng Zhu could feel the breathtaking allure!

Those legs were extraordinary!

He’d played around with many, but had to admit, none could compare to Shen Qingning.

For someone with a foot fetish, it was fatally attractive.

Even some girls in the room felt their faces attacked by her beauty, stunned by the entrance of Shen Qingning.

Guan Jiayue couldn’t help but glance down at her own legs, feeling vastly inferior in proportion.

And she instantly recognized that Shen Qingning’s jacket was from Chanel, costing more than her yearly living expenses.

The sheer heiress vibe was something most girls there couldn’t learn or replicate.

In fact, even their counselor, Chen Jieyu, dreaded encountering a woman like Shen Qingning.

Because all the self-packaging that Chen Jieyu cultivated would self-dismantle the moment they met!

After Shen Qingning settled next to Cheng Zhu, she softly explained, “There was some traffic on the way.”

“It’s alright; I’ve ordered all your favorites,” Cheng Zhu said.

Shen Qingning was momentarily startled, “You know what I like?”

“Of course, beef tripe, yellow throat… and bamboo clams,” Cheng Zhu replied instantly.

The reserved girl was slightly taken aback, not recalling mentioning her preferences.

Cheng Zhu, playing it cool, simply said, “Last time we also had hotpot here in Star City, I remembered the dishes you ordered.”

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