Chapter 373: Chapter 297: Tell a Story Chapter 373: Chapter 297: Tell a Story From the moment Chen Jieyu admitted that she bought the slippers for Cheng Zhu, she once again succumbed.

There it was again, that lucid sense of sinking, back again.

For a woman like her, who grew up in a unique environment and with an unfortunate family background, the lethality of details was unimaginably terrifying.

Especially when in these details, you could feel the other person’s care for you.

However, it wasn’t until she lay on her pillow with her long hair disheveled that she realized something.

“I never told Cheng Zhu the reason for giving someone a dollar after receiving their shoes.”

“I only said it was unlucky.”

“But looking at how he acted just now, he must have known.”

So, the question arose.

Doesn’t this mean that when I insisted on giving him a dollar last time, he knew what I was thinking!

The thought made Chen Jieyu’s heart beat faster.

Growing up in her environment, she tended to be inept at expressing her emotions to others.

They would be more timid, more reserved, more embarrassed to speak out…

Cheng Zhu wanted to tell her, “I know, I know everything.”

Afterwards, Cheng Zhu held her, savoring the warmth before parting.

Old rules, he wouldn’t stay the night here, and Mr. Chen wouldn’t dare to let him stay either.

Going upstairs was like sneaking around, and so was coming downstairs.

But truth be told, lots of men seemed to enjoy the thrill of “sneaking around.”

It was all for the excitement!

After leaving the teachers’ dorm, Cheng Zhu went to his car, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, leaning against the car door while smoking.

He wouldn’t smoke in the home of a non-smoker.

Nor would he smoke in someone else’s car.

After his rebirth, the greatest realization was actually: “It’s good to be young.”

Of course, this wasn’t to say that he had felt slightly overwhelmed before his rebirth.

But certainly, his body was now healthier and stronger.

He felt completely unburdened at this moment.

While smoking, he looked up at the teachers’ dormitory.

The small room seemed like nearly all areas were “unlocked” by him.

The first time he came, the kitchen and bedroom were unlocked.

This time, the bathroom was added to the list.

Only the living room remained.

After finishing his cigarette, Cheng Zhu drove away.

Meanwhile, Chen Jieyu was propped up on the bed, blowing her bedsheets dry with a hairdryer.

Due to the position, her sleep pants were taut over her buttocks, round and plump.

Cheng Zhu liked that very much.

If he saw her blowing dry the sheets like this, he probably wouldn’t leave for quite a while.

Just like when Cheng Zhu was his youngest, he was most obsessed with faces. Then, as he got older, he began to appreciate legs.

With experience, he started to appreciate buttocks.

Now, he had an epiphany, reciting the words: “My parents wanted me to become ‘a really outstanding person,’ and I’ve achieved four-fifths of it, becoming ‘a really lecherous person.'”
The hairdryer quickly dried the bedsheets, making some areas a bit wrinkled.

Chen Jieyu’s cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes seemed almost watery beneath her gold-framed glasses.

Her sheets were light-colored, so they would certainly have left some faint marks.

“What a nemesis,” she said, unable to help herself as she looked at the marks.

At that thought, her phone buzzed.

She opened it to see that Cheng Zhu had sent her a dollar.

Without hesitation, she accepted it, a faint smile appearing on her otherwise serious face.

The counselor rose from the bed, unplugged the hairdryer and returned it to the bathroom.

Then, she glanced around the room, her gaze settling on the tiny, narrow shower stall.

She had never thought this bathroom was too small.

But today, she felt it was ridiculously small, where movements could easily result in noise.

“What a nemesis,” the phrase emerged in her mind again.

After lying back down on the bed, Chen Jieyu snuggled into the covers.

She felt the warmth inside the blanket, as if their residual heat remained.

This year’s winter didn’t seem as cold as in previous years.

…

Cheng Zhu returned to his rented room in Xinhang Apartment past midnight.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he wished the counselor goodnight and went to bed.

He had an early class tomorrow and needed to get up early.

As it turned out, after bumping into his three sworn sons in class, he noticed that Dong Dong was dispirited, looking somewhat sickly.

Upon seeing Cheng Zhu, Dong Dong immediately complained with a mournful face, “Brother Zhu, where were you yesterday? Why didn’t you come back to the dormitory?”

Cheng Zhu couldn’t possibly tell him where he had been.

Could I tell you that yesterday was my monthly repayment day?

That kind of news could rock the campus, and I fear your little heart couldn’t handle it.

“I stay in an apartment now, what’s wrong?” Cheng Zhu asked.

“Brother Zhu, I’ve been dumped!” Dong Dong cried out pitifully.

“Dumped your head! Have you even dated?” Cheng Zhu snapped back, frustrated.

Dong Dong’s morale collapsed.

Woof, woof, woof, am I not even entitled to say I’ve been dumped!

Instantly, Dong Dong seemed to lose all color, turning to gray.

He quietened down.

Zheng Qingfeng and Liu Feng, who had been pestered by him all night long, just felt that Brother Zhu was awesome, straight to the kill without holding back, and sure enough, the kid shut up.

The end result was, Dong Dong sat alone in a corner like a walking corpse, and the other three from Dorm 309 huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

“What happened to him? Did he break up with Zhu Yingying?” Cheng Zhu asked.

“Yeah, Zhu Yingying deleted him,” Liu Feng replied.

Cheng Zhu was actually only asking Liu Feng. With Zheng Qingfeng, that aloof fatty, it was too tiring to get words out of him. You kept having to ask him, which was really annoying.

Unlike Liu Feng, who conveyed information succinctly.

After hearing this, even Cheng Zhu was shocked.

“Old Dong… is kind of amazing!” He struggled to find this word ‘amazing’ and didn’t have the heart to scold him.

Only then did he realize how eager to learn Dong Dong was.

Hadn’t Cheng Zhu taught Zheng Qingfeng: “Money is for showing to girls like Guan Jiayue, not for spending on them.”

Dong Dong listened intently and became incredibly stingy towards Zhu Yingying, insisting on splitting every bill.

But he couldn’t shake off his habit of showing off and bragging, giving off the impression of both being boastful and stingy.

Moreover, seeing Cheng Zhu flitting between numerous goddesses, he felt envious and thought he could try it too.

So apart from Zhu Yingying, he was also chatting with other girls, though they were of lower quality, and eventually, he got caught.

Listening to this left Cheng Zhu somewhat speechless.

He always adhered to a principle: “Even deleting chat history on the way to meet her is sweet.”

Liu Feng asked, “Brother Zhu, what should Donger do about this?”

“What can he do? Chase another one,” Cheng Zhu waved dismissively.

Donger, why on earth are you so eager to learn!

“Everyone’s situation is different, some tricks might work on Guan Jiayue, but that doesn’t mean they will work on Zhu Yingying.”

Seeing Zheng Qingfeng also listening, he mentioned a famous quote someone had said:
“Girls wooed with money, spend less emotion. Girls wooed with emotion, spend more money on them.”

Cheng Zhu was also purposely hinting at the cool, aloof fatty, because his situation with Guan Jiayue was becoming quite ambiguous–they had even held hands; there might really be a chance.

…

After class, Cheng Zhu headed to Star City, with his three sworn sons insisting on joining him.

They said it was to help Dong Dong clear his mind and check out the queue of beauties.

Youu Tea had completely blown up in Hang City these few days.

The queue grew longer, and scalpers were selling the milk tea at a higher price, with people willing to pay.

Many large tea enterprises had data showing that women accounted for two-thirds of the consumer group.

But at Youu Tea’s queue, the gender ratio wasn’t so extreme.

The reason behind this was a bit complicated.

As the four approached Youu Tea, Liu Feng, with sharp eyes, immediately spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

“Brother Zhu, I see Pei Yan,” he pointed ahead.

Following his direction, Cheng Zhu indeed saw Pei Yan and Xu Shao.

Then, he watched as the two turned their heads and left, heading toward the mall’s exterior, probably because they saw Cheng Zhu too.

“What are they doing here?” Dong Dong frowned.

This man, still reeling from the “breakup” blow, had miraculously revived after seeing the line of pretty girls.

“Probably just curious, they came to look around,” Cheng Zhu said offhandedly, with an air of confidence, “If I were them, I’d be curious too.”

The three sworn sons were taken aback; damn, such words could indeed only be spoken by successful people.

Indeed, many thought Youu Tea would only have good business for a few days upon opening, but unexpectedly, business grew better each day, fame bigger each day.

They had just come a few days ago and felt the current queue was even longer than before.

“Brother Zhu, can you divulge how much money Youu Tea makes a day?” Dong Dong swallowed hard, picturing the sound of counting money in his ears.

“I calculate weekly, can’t be bothered to count every day.” He looked at the long queue, speaking indifferently, “Honestly, I don’t care how much this shop makes a day.”

The three sworn sons exclaimed, “Crap! That’s too much!”

You successful people have started speaking an alien language, huh?

If you don’t care about the earnings, why open the store?

“What, don’t believe me?” Cheng Zhu smiled at the three sworn sons, “The purpose of opening this Youu Tea isn’t even to make money. This store isn’t for earning cash.”

“Ah?” The three were completely dumbfounded.

Dong Dong immediately pressed, “Then what’s it for?”

Cheng Zhu gazed in the direction where Xu Shao and Pei Yan had left, saying calmly:
“It’s for telling stories to capitalists.”

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