Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!

"A few hundred? Who are you looking down on? I start at ten thousand." Cheng Zhu laughed as he spoke, giving a preemptive warning.

Jiang Wanzhou didn't take it seriously, treating it as a joke, and continued to struggle with controlling the steering wheel of the big Mercedes G with his thin arms.

It was only now that Cheng Zhu noticed the watch on Jiang Wanzhou's wrist.

It was a Vacheron Constantin.

If it had been the inexperienced Cheng Zhu from before, he wouldn't have known the value of the watch and would have thought it was fucking ugly, not comparing to his digital watch at all.

You, just a mongrel secretly wearing your parents' watch.

And me, a trend-setter at the forefront of campus fashion.

In fact, the watch was a gift from Jiang Wanzhou's mother for his eighteenth birthday. As for his father, he gave him a Porsche 911, but he didn't like driving it because he felt it didn't match his domineering CEO temperament and made him look more like a rich kid.

Later, after Cheng Zhu made it big, the first designer watch he bought was also a Vacheron Constantin, because he liked the name of the watch and the special shade of blue on its dial. This series was called "Overseas."

Jiang Wanzhou's cousin owned a bar named Jiuyin, a pun on the word for alcohol addiction.

His cousin thought that, located in a prime pricey area yet named with a character for 'hidden,' it had a lot of prestige.

After parking, Jiang Wanzhou confidently led Cheng Zhu inside and then sat down at the bar.

During the World Cup, the bar business was indeed booming.

And now it was July 13; at 3 a.m. on July 14 would be the final of the 2014 World Cup.

Therefore, Jiuyin already had quite a few customers.

Cheng Zhu listened to the discussions behind him; many people were talking about football.

Of course, quite a few people were lamenting how much money they had lost betting on the World Cup this year.

After they sat down, a female bartender inside the bar came over and greeted Jiang Wanzhou, saying, "Little President Jiang."

She wore a bartender's uniform, form-fitting, designed to accentuate certain elevated parts.

Cheng Zhu glanced at her and pretty much figured that this female bartender must be the main draw of the bar.

She clearly recognized Jiang Wanzhou, the boss's cousin, and initiated a chat with him. At the same time, she didn't ignore Cheng Zhu and even introduced herself to him, saying her name was Ye Zi.

When chatting with others, Ye Zi liked to half-lean over the bar with her body slightly tilting forward.

Those who mixed in the nightlife knew how to exude charm.

Cheng Zhu understood that many bartenders earned commissions, so they liked interacting with customers.

Of course, if some customers were wealthy enough, then in addition to interacting... they could interact some more.

Jiang Wanzhou thought Cheng Zhu, being at the bar for the first time, might feel a bit shy.

But unexpectedly, the kid was quite at ease, casually saying a few words that kept Ye Zi laughing continuously, her uniform buttons dangerously strained.

Since Jiang Wanzhou was treating today, Cheng Zhu didn't even look at the menu but playfully pointed at a row of "Hibiki 21 Years" placed in the most conspicuous spot on the shelf, asking if they could open a bottle.

The bottle looked ordinary, but the price was not low.

For a moment, Jiang Wanzhou couldn't tell if Cheng Zhu really knew this drink was expensive or if he was just randomly pointing.

He was about to agree when Cheng Zhu casually picked up the menu, ordered a fancily named cocktail, and didn't bring it up again.

"I was just saying that, but if you really want to open a bottle, wait until I start working here so I can earn a commission," Cheng Zhu cheekily said.

Jiang Wanzhou glanced at him and retorted without good humor, "Keep dreaming. I'll just take a bottle from my family's liquor cabinet and bring it back tomorrow, don't even think about making that money."

Cheng Zhu gave him a thumbs up and said, "Brilliant! How can you say such ice-cold words with a 37-degree mouth?"

Ye Zi, standing aside, felt like the two seemed to be flirting and thought she might be developing a fujoshi tendency, even slightly intrigued to ship them.

"The boss's cousin is handsome and refined, and his friend has a bit of a rogue charm, they seem like a great match," Ye Zi thought secretly.

"Campus rich well-behaved student and school bully, aaahhh!" She screamed internally.

Cheng Zhu was completely unaware of what Sister Ye Zi was thinking; if he knew, he might have tried his best to win her over, and then acted out:

"I'll show you how to look at people, you fujoshi! I'll show you how to look at people, you fujoshi! I'll show you how to look at people, you fujoshi! Huh?"

The cocktail was soon ready, and Ye Zi slowly pushed the drink, which cost only a few dollars to make but sold for several times that per glass, in front of them.

Then, she looked up towards the door and smiled, saying, "Little President Jiang, your cousin and cousin-in-law are here."

At first, Cheng Zhu didn't think much of it, but hearing Ye Zi mention "cousin-in-law," he was slightly stunned.

He later attended Technology University in Hang City; Jiang Wanzhou's cousin was Cheng Zhu's senior by one year at the university, very famous, the dream campus goddess for countless people, absolutely a rich and beautiful girl.

When Jiang Wanzhou came to Technology University to find him, he had also invited his cousin to have a meal together.

He wasn't sure if he was serious or just teasing, but he had privately told Cheng Zhu that his cousin had never been in a relationship and asked, "What do you think, want to give it a shot?"

But Cheng Zhu thought that someone of her social class could easily spend on a piece of clothing what amounted to his living expenses for several months; he couldn't afford to date, much less maintain her.