Chapter 783: Chapter 522: The Ex-Wife Against Heaven
In the living room, Cheng Zhu was cuddling with Chen Jieyu as they squeezed together on the narrow sofa.
She leaned against him, her skin flushed a pale pink, breathing unevenly.
Cheng Zhu’s large hand stroked her pink back, feeling the heat of her body.
As they were both lying on their sides at the moment, when he looked down slightly, he could not only see her face, free of its usual restraint but also the curve of her hips, wider than her shoulders.
Resident advisor, master of lying on the side!
He thought that with her figure, she must look quite special in a cheongsam.
At this moment, seeing him looking down at herself, Chen Jieyu felt a bit embarrassed.
Because of their forbidden relationship, although they had a bit of an “old married couple” situation, she sometimes still felt shy.
This made her gently push him and say, “You go shower first.”
“Don’t be like that, let’s go together,” Cheng Zhu suggested. “It’s everyone’s responsibility to save water.”
The resident advisor only felt that this bad student in the class could always come up with an array of messy arguments. Was this really about saving water?
In fact, they had “unlocked” the map of the shower facilities in the faculty dormitory and even the bathtub at home.
Logically speaking, going together now was nothing strange.
But Chen Jieyu seemed to just be that kind of person, a bit awkward about this, although if Cheng Zhu insisted, she would go along with anything.
Cheng Zhu quite enjoyed this process; he found it amusing.
He leaned over, kissed her lips for a few seconds, and then looked down at her and said, “Together.”
Chen Jieyu turned her head away.
Cheng Zhu kissed her again.
The resident advisor gently pushed him away but couldn’t move him.
Cheng Zhu kept kissing.
After several repetitions, she finally relented.
But after a few kisses, she felt even more out of strength.
Interestingly, throughout the entire process, Chen Jieyu hurried along and was the first to leave the bathroom.
She knew Cheng Zhu was the kind who hardly had a cooldown, take a short rest, and he was ready to go again as if nothing had happened.
“I am Cheng Zilong of Hang City, striking seven entries and seven exits.”
Therefore, when Cheng Zhu came out of the bathroom and entered the living room, he saw the resident advisor squatting and picking up clothes scattered on the floor.
“Don’t throw things on the floor in the future; it’s a bad habit, the floor is dirty,” she said.
It really sounded like a simple cohabitation life, discussing everyday matters.
“Dirty? I’m beginning to suspect you’ve got a cleanliness fetish. I feel like there isn’t even a speck of dust in the house after you clean,” Cheng Zhu exaggerated.
He looked at the long dress she had picked up, “You look good in these long skirts too; you could buy another jumpsuit next time.”
“I feel a bit uncomfortable wearing jumpsuits since they usually have straps,” she replied.
“What’s wrong, do you think there’s too much empty space below your neck?” Cheng Zhu teased.
“Stop talking nonsense,” Chen Jieyu muttered as she gathered the clothes into the laundry basket.
Cheng Zhu followed her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and then lifted his fist in front of her face, opening it to reveal a necklace that dangled from his palm, shimmering brilliantly under the light.
“Now it won’t be empty, right?”
A HW Loop diamond necklace swayed slightly in the air, sparkling and dazzling.
“You have a nice shoulder and collarbone line, and I always felt like something was missing. Then it occurred to me—I needed a necklace as an embellishment,” Cheng Zhu said.
“This… must be expensive, right?” Her first instinct was to ask such a question.
She didn’t recognize the brand or style, which meant it was likely far beyond the price range she would normally consider.
Moreover, it looked like a four-petaled flower surrounded by small diamonds, with four larger diamonds at the heart.
“To me, it’s just ‘drizzle and a splash of water’,” Cheng Zhu said nonchalantly.
He leaned forward, then brought his lips close to her ear and whispered, “You can’t really expect me, a billionaire businessman, to buy something for the person I like and have to stick to the same price range as an ordinary college student, can you?”
The resident advisor pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.
“Want to try it on?” Cheng Zhu asked.
Sometimes Chen Jieyu felt she was too stubborn. Cheng Zhu wasn’t ordinary anymore; compared to that rainy night they spent together in the autumn retreat, he was infinitely wealthier.
She couldn’t readily and openly accept Cheng Zhu spending money on her, but she also knew complaining too much would dampen the giver’s spirits.
And all this stubbornness was actually rooted in a lack of security, a touch of inferiority, and… enormous pride within her.
The necklace did complement her urban, mature woman’s temperament.
“Very nice, perfect!” Cheng Zhu complimented.
The two lay down on the bed in the bedroom, watching TV and chatting casually.
Suddenly Cheng Zhu remembered something and asked, “By the way, have you ever met Zhang’s ex-wife?”
“Do you mean… Zhang Sixing?” Chen Jieyu inquired.
“I’ve seen her a few times.” The resident advisor nodded slightly, asking, “What about her?”
“She’s now working at Tianyun Capital, as an investment manager,” Cheng Zhu added, “The venture capital firm invested in ‘Paipai,’ a new short video platform.”
“What a coincidence. How did you find out?” She was somewhat puzzled.
“Zhang Sixing himself told me. He said his ex-wife sent him a long text—a message that was several hundred words,” Cheng Zhu laughed.