Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!

Inside the Mercedes G-Wagon, an inebriated Jiang Wanzhou shouted furiously, helpless rage spilling from his voice.

"Cheng Zhu, you've angered me now!"

"Who's got a gloomy vibe, just say who's got a gloomy vibe!" he yelled, orchid-finger pointed accusingly at Cheng Zhu.

"Win a bit of money and you start talking all high and mighty, huh!"

Cheng Zhu turned a deaf ear, he rolled down the car window, considering whether to light up a cigarette.

But then he thought about the fact that it was Jiang Wanzhou's family car; he wasn't sure about their living habits, so he ended up not smoking in someone else's vehicle.

Overnight, Cheng Zhu's assets had increased several times over.

But honestly, he didn't think much of such a small sum of money.

He was in a good mood that night, but it was only just that—good.

Ever since he was reborn, there'd always been a sense of disparity in his heart.

After all, he used to be quite accomplished for his age, amassing a fortune close to a hundred million before he was even thirty.

Now look at him, several zeroes short.

"Looks like I'll have to start from scratch and earn it all over again," Cheng Zhu thought to himself.

Suddenly, he remembered a classic line from the previous seasons of "Extreme Challenge"—this is destiny.

"Is this the work of fate?" he wondered.

But he quickly chuckled to himself: "To hell with fate, destiny is the excuse of the weak, luck the humblebrag of the strong."

Encouraged by the alcohol, he felt like bursting into song: "Victory or defeat, life is bold and unrestrained, it's just about starting anew."

But Cheng Zhu held back, afraid of startling the timid Boss Jiang.

He pondered for a while and decided to set a goal for himself.

"In three years, my assets will surpass those of my past life, and then some."

With that thought in mind, he took out his phone and opened his notes app.

At the moment, only one phrase lay quietly within his phone's note app— "Don't let good girls down, don't waste the bad ones."

Cheng Zhu wrote another sentence below it.

It was a phrase that he would use to admonish himself every time he failed in his entrepreneurial ventures in his previous life.

"Although I've been reborn, not failed in business, this phrase damn well fits the scene," he thought.

He began to type.

"[Don't fear starting over because this time, you're not starting from scratch, you're starting from experience.]"

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After the G-Wagon reached the hotel, Cheng Zhu washed up as soon as he got to his room, then promptly fell into a deep sleep.

It was clear that although he had said Jiang Wanzhou was a downer, he had no guard up against him in his heart.

You see, in his previous life, not only was Cheng Zhu wary of men, he sometimes even guarded against women.

Boys, listen to me, in this day and age, when a boy goes out, he absolutely must learn to protect himself. Promise me, okay?

Jiang Wanzhou, however, due to the novel experience of that night, didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy. Dawn had broken, and he was still lying in the standard room bed of the hotel, constantly chatting on WeChat.

He slept at 7:30 in the morning, planning to sleep straight through till the hotel checkout time.

The next day, on the other hand, Shen Qingning, who had had a beauty sleep, woke up early to the sound of her alarm.

After taking off her eye mask, she silenced her phone alarm.

It was summer break, and she didn't have any special plans for the day, but she still set an alarm for herself, which partly reflected a person's character.

Shen Qingning picked up her phone, which was on silent, and was slightly taken aback.

"So many WeChat messages?" she mused, slightly surprised.

She slipped out from under her silk blanket and, wearing a black knee-length nightgown, her legs smooth and well-proportioned, she searched for her slippers on the floor with her bare feet.

Shen Qingning browsed through WeChat messages while walking towards the bathroom.

The messages she received were mainly from a WeChat group and her girlfriend, Lu Lu.

In this WeChat group were Shen Ming Lang, Jiang Wanzhou, and another cousin of hers.

The initial message was from Shen Ming Lang in the group chat, saying that he had transferred the money they won, minus their stakes, to Shen Qingning and Jiang Wanzhou's Alipay accounts.

Yes, Cheng Zhu had transferred the money to Shen Ming Lang, who then placed the bet.

But neither Jiang Wanzhou nor Shen Qingning had actually sent any money over.

Shen Qingning couldn't help but be slightly stunned, "We actually won?"

In her mind, Cheng Zhu's face surfaced. Just last night, this high school graduate had confidently placed his bet on that one score.

Because of a brief encounter with him last night, Shen Qingning had an additional thirteen thousand in her Alipay.

The amount wasn't significant to her, but the experience was rather novel.

She picked up her electric toothbrush and continued brushing her teeth while scrolling through the group chat messages.

The oldest cousin in the four-person group, who was undoubtedly also watching the World Cup, hadn't slept until the dawn. Upon seeing Shen Ming Lang's message in the group, he immediately exclaimed:

"Damn, you guys got the score right? Most bets on the score were kneeling!"

Shen Qingning could guess that her brother had chosen to leave a message in the group instead of transferring money privately, probably to show off to her cousin.

Sure enough, Shen Ming Lang responded in a second: "Cousin, under my brilliant leadership, Ningning and Little President Jiang each bet two thousand on a 0:0 score."

Her cousin promptly responded with an "Meet you on the rooftop" emoticon.

Clearly, he must have bet on Argentina to win.

Even though none of us are severe gamblers, just gambling for fun, but damn it, why am I the only loser in the whole group?

As Shen Qingning was brushing her teeth, she looked at her cousin's emoticon and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. However, the messages from Jiang Wanzhou that followed made her burst into laughter.

Jiang Wanzhou, unable to stand Shen Ming Lang showing off in the group, instantly got irritated.

What does 'under your brilliant leadership' mean? Didn't I clearly follow Cheng Zhu to place the bet?

He immediately typed, his sarcasm reaching its peak: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, the sun rises because the chicken crows, ha-ha."

Her cousin, puzzled about what had happened, then asked: "???"

Shen Ming Lang: "I don't care, you and Ningning owe me a meal."

Jiang Wanzhou: "Shouldn't that be treating Cheng Zhu?"

Her cousin: "Who's Cheng Zhu?"

Shen Ming Lang: "Let's compromise, treat both me and Cheng Zhu to a meal."

Jiang Wanzhou: "I'll consider it."

Her cousin: "Seriously, who is Cheng Zhu?"

Shen Ming Lang: "Consider nothing! It's settled!"

Jiang Wanzhou: "I'll ask Cheng Zhu later."

Her cousin: "Seriously, can someone pay attention to me? What am I in this group?"

Shen Qingning's cool face softened with a faint smile as she read through the group chat history.

After closing the group chat, she turned her attention to the messages from Lin Lu.

This part-time voice actress and lovely girl loved to bombard with voice messages. Shen Qingning clicked on the audio, and Lin Lu's excited voice immediately filled her ears.

"Aaah! Not a single goal scored!"

"Ah! It's really zero to zero! It's really zero to zero! So exciting! I won money, I won money!"

"I never knew football matches could be so thrilling. Next time, we must watch together! Ningning, you're awesome, making me money and taking me flying!"

Shen Qingning, couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time as she opened the last voice message.

Clearly, after more than ten minutes, Lin Lu had calmed down a bit. Her message, utilizing her monstrous vocal skills as a voice actress, carried a very commanding tone:

"Woman, I'm going to treat you to dinner."

"This isn't a discussion; it's an order."

Shen Qingning put down the phone in her left hand, then rinsed the foam off the electric toothbrush with water before proceeding to rinse her mouth.

After doing so, she picked up her phone, ready to graciously accept the dinner invitation from Lin Lu, who had won money.

However, for some reason, the next moment, the words Jiang Wanzhou had said in the group came to her mind.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the sun rises because the chicken crows, ha-ha."

With that thought, she began to reply with typed messages to her still-sleeping girlfriend, Lin Lu: "Actually, the credit goes to someone else, you should be treating them, not me."