Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengyu suddenly proposed marriage, leaving He Ziyu stunned and somewhat bewildered.

He had rehearsed the proposal scene in his mind many times.

It's just that he was the one who proposed, not Jiang Chengyu.

Because of the debt he owed Jiang Chengyu in his previous life, He Ziyu wanted to be ahead of Jiang Chengyu in everything after his rebirth, even when it came to proposing marriage, he wanted Jiang Chengyu to be the one to speak first.

But that's how the world is; plans can never keep up with changes.

His down-to-earth brother Yu brought up the topic of marriage when the two of them were busy and overwhelmed, finally managing to meet and eat a simple bowl of noodles together.

It was all so calm and uneventful, without a trace of ceremony.

If it were someone else, they would definitely complain that he didn't prepare and brought it up too hastily.

But He Ziyu wouldn't.

He knew Jiang Chengyu too well; he knew that Jiang Chengyu spoke so naturally because he had thought about the wedding hundreds, even thousands of times in his mind.

Moreover, given his personality, when he is kind to someone, it manifests in the little things in life, not just superficially, but practically and warmly.

"Okay," He Ziyu smiled, "Once the storm has passed, we'll go abroad to get our marriage certificate."

……

After dinner, He Ziyu continued with his work, while Jiang Chengyu, as always, washed the dishes and put them away in the cupboard.

During this time, he wanted He Ziyu to rest for a while, but seeing that he was on a video call with an executive, he went to the kitchen to make a glass of juice and brought it to his room.

Then, I sat quietly to the side and watched the week's business consulting.

"Meow~"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a chubby white dough ball squeezed in through the crack in the door.

Jiang Chengyu put down his phone and scooped Eryu into his arms.

Ten years have passed since I first found Eryu, and Eryu has grown from a kitten into a big, fat cat that is about to enter old age.

That day, he and He Ziyu even looked it up and found out that a ten-year-old cat is equivalent to a human in their fifties. Upon hearing this, He Ziyu asked him in a very serious tone, "So we've been living with a middle-aged male cat who's about the same age as my dad?"

So much so that in the days that followed, whenever Jiang Chengyu saw Eryu, he felt a strange sense of awe.

At 11 p.m., He Ziyu finally ended the video conference, stood up, and stretched vigorously.

Turning her head, she saw Jiang Chengyu still beside her and couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Aren't you sleepy?"

"I've gotten used to staying up late all these years, so I'm not sleepy."

"You have to sleep even if you're not sleepy."

He Ziyu closed his laptop, took out a change of clothes from the closet, and said, "I'm going to take a shower now. Although I can sleep in tomorrow, I still have to meet with clients in the afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengyu also stood up, "I'll go with you."

"Together? No way, the bathroom in this house isn't big enough for two people to even turn around in the shower." He Ziyu said, starting to walk out.

Two people who have been together day and night for twenty years are well aware of each other's little secrets.

If Jiang Chengyu had gone into a bathroom with him today, it would probably have been another sleepless night.

"Are you starting to get tired of me?" Jiang Chengyu walked over and hugged He Ziyu from behind. "Looks like people are right about distance making the heart grow fonder. We've been inseparable for so many years, are you finally starting to get bored?"

Jiang Chengyu said this with a smile on his lips, clearly teasing her.

However, He Ziyu turned around and answered very seriously, "No! I'm just too tired, and I was worried you'd be tired too, plus I have things to do tomorrow..."

"What does it have to do with showering with us?"

He Ziyu hesitated for a few seconds, then finally managed to utter four words: "You know perfectly well why I'm asking!"

……

Unable to resist Jiang Chengyu's persistent pleading, He Ziyu finally let him into the bathroom.

This time, however, it was he who started to have wandering thoughts.

The dense foam enveloped Jiang Chengyu's smooth muscles, which felt slippery to the touch. When He Ziyu was lathering him with bath soap, he couldn't control his gaze, looking in places he shouldn't be looking at.

As the warm water dissipated the foam, revealing Jiang Chengyu's rosy-cheeked young body, He Ziyu's mind was instantly overturned, and he embraced the tempting "prey" from behind.

Jiang Chengyu curled the corners of her lips and asked, "Didn't we agree to take a proper shower?"

"I can't wash it anymore!" He Ziyu said angrily. "Who told you to walk around naked in front of me? I'm not a sage..."

"So next time I'll wash it with my clothes on?"

"We'll deal with next time later; let's resolve this first."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengyu turned around and gently yet firmly pressed him against the transparent glass door.

Then, amidst the rising steam, she kissed his lips.

Having not seen each other for twenty days, the two of them missed each other very much, and once the flame was ignited, it would not be easily extinguished.

Jiang Chengyu pressed him against the frosted glass and kissed him for a long time. Once he was fully aroused, she skillfully turned him over so his back was to her...

... (The harmonious ellipsis from socialism)

The cramped bathroom was filled with the sounds of panting.

Afterwards, exhausted, He Ziyu managed to take a shower with Jiang Chengyu's help and was carried out of the bathroom.

Next, I dried my hair, blow-dried it, and applied body lotion.

He Ziyu sat on the bed, drowsy and too lazy to even move a finger, letting Jiang Chengyu treat him like a little emperor.

After preparing to fall asleep, He Ziyu was already incredibly sleepy. But no sooner had he lain down than Jiang Chengyu pressed down on him again.

……

When I woke up the next day, it was already noon, and Jiang Chengyu was not in bed.

He Ziyu yawned, got out of bed in a daze, and as soon as he opened the bedroom door, he smelled the aroma of food.

Following the aroma of food, He Ziyu arrived at the living room and saw that the table was already full of dishes.

Three dishes and a soup, a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

"The little sleepyhead is awake?" Jiang Chengyu came out carrying two bowls of rice. His energetic appearance made He Ziyu wonder if what happened last night was just a dream.

"Why did you make so many dishes? There are only two of us." He Ziyu pulled out a chair and sat down, picking up a green bean and popping it into his mouth. "Chef Jiang's cooking is still as good as ever."

"You're too thin. You need to eat more and gain weight." Jiang Chengyu smiled and placed the extra bowl of rice in front of him.

He Ziyu is indeed much thinner now than he was in his student days.

He used to have a bit of a belly, and he was quite chubby when you pinched him, but now he's grown taller and thinner, and you can't find a single bit of excess fat anymore.

He Ziyu always said he was on a diet, but only Jiang Chengyu knew that he was actually exhausted.

To gain more confidence, He Ziyu constantly enriched himself. Even after taking over the group, he still studied a lot of things in his spare time. Even the foreign language that he used to struggle with the most in high school has now become a plus. He can easily hold a multinational conference in English.

Those outsiders who are unaware of the situation always say that Mr. He, the young master of the He Group, is a genius.

But He Ziyu knew clearly that he was not a genius at all; he had simply come to understand the preciousness of life after surviving a near-death experience.

Most people only live once.

Only by giving it your all can you avoid leaving any regrets.

……

On the thirtieth day of the confrontation, Jiang Guosheng finally succumbed to the overwhelming pressure and was forced to back down.

The entry of the Han Group was like a depth charge dropped into a calm sea for the Jiang family, completely destroying the stable ecosystem that had been in place for many years.

Overnight, the Jiang Group suffered a loss of over 100 million yuan, and its market value plummeted. Even when Shen Murou called on her family for help, they could not escape this calamity.

After that, Jiang Guosheng locked himself in his room for a whole day and night.

He knew that his failure this time was due to his impulsiveness, but there was an even bigger reason besides impulsiveness: he underestimated He Ziyu's abilities.

In Jiang Guosheng's eyes, He Ziyu has always been a child who hasn't grown up.

But I don't know when it started, that child turned into a warrior who could put on his armor and go to the battlefield alone.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Jiang Guosheng, who had quit smoking many years ago, started to relapse for the first time ever, smoking one cigarette after another, and even turning off his phone and refusing to answer anyone's calls.

Since the company staff couldn't reach Jiang Guosheng, they could only contact Shen Murou.

Left with no other choice, Shen Murou had to return to her old profession and go back to the Jiang family to deal with the mess that the father and son had made.

On the third day after Jiang Guosheng went missing, Shen Murou finished dealing with company matters and returned home.

As soon as the door opened, the thick smell of smoke overwhelmed her. The coffee table was piled with all sorts of leftovers, as if it had been ransacked.

Silently opening the windows to ventilate the house and cleaning up the mess, Shen Murou took out her suitcase and started folding clothes inside after she had roughly restored the house to its original state.

Jiang Guosheng, who was fast asleep in the bedroom, heard the noise and drowsily opened his eyes. He saw Shen Murou packing her luggage and quickly sat up.

"Ah Rou, what are you doing?"

Shen Murou didn't say anything and continued folding clothes.

Jiang Guosheng got a little anxious when she didn't react, so he quickly got out of bed and went over to her. "Are you going out for a walk to clear your head?"

Shen Murou stopped what she was doing and said coldly, "Jiang Guosheng, let's get a divorce."

"Wh...what?" Jiang Guosheng was stunned.

"In the past month, I've seen through your true nature." Shen Murou looked into his eyes. "After thirty years of being a model couple who treated each other with respect, it's time to tear off the mask of hypocrisy at this age."

Jiang Guosheng frowned, took Shen Murou's hand, and said, "Arou..."

"Don't touch me," Shen Murou pulled her hand away. "I've thought this through. I came back today not to discuss it with you, but to inform you."

"..."

"I've pretty much cleaned up the mess at the Jiang family's place. After the divorce, this house is yours, and the real estate that was originally in my name is mine. As for the company shares... I don't want them anymore; you can keep them yourself."

After Shen Murou finished speaking, she slammed her suitcase shut and pulled it out.

Jiang Guosheng quickly followed, "Arou, calm down. We've been married for so many years, how can we just get a divorce like this..."

"Let go." Shen Murou's voice was icy.

No, I do not agree to a divorce.

"I told you to let go!"

The two, who were locked in a stalemate, soon began to pull at each other.

Jiang Guosheng, in order to keep Shen Murou, disregarded everything else and forcibly pulled her onto the sofa and held her down. His actions were so rough that he was completely different from the gentle and refined elite he usually was.

Just then, the door opened.

A figure appeared in front of the two.