Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 140 - 121 Let’s Stick Together

Chapter 140: Chapter 121 Let’s Stick Together

“Take me out… to feel the evening breeze?”

Shen Qingning couldn’t help but recall what Cheng Zhu had said in the bar about “becoming the wind after death.”

So, it wasn’t just about experiencing the breeze.

For some reason, she felt as if something had struck her heart.

His gesture surpassed many cliché comforts.

Because some problems, some emotional difficulties, can’t be soothed just with words.

People need to experience, need to vent.

What Cheng Zhu had to do was simple.

“I’ll take you to experience it, I’ll take you to vent.”

He had already mounted his beloved little electric scooter, turning his head to look at Shen Qingning, only to see her still standing there, dazed, and for some reason, her fingers tightly clasped.

This cold, formidable girl rarely showed such expression.

She bowed her head slightly, her face unclear.

Cheng Zhu said nothing further but kicked off the ground, slowly pushing the scooter forward with his feet until he was in front of the 19-year-old girl who had been thinking about her mother all day.

His comical movements at that moment wouldn’t make the girl think he looked foolish but would warm her heart.

“Your legs are so long, just hop on,” Cheng Zhu told her.

As he said so, he shifted forward, making room on the seat.

Normally, Shen Qingning would never sit on a boy’s electric scooter.

It was too close, and one could accidentally touch back to front.

She had her own dignity, her own aloofness.

Besides, she was usually like a domineering female boss—have you ever seen a female boss ride on someone else’s scooter?

Well, today you have.

Shen Qingning lifted her surprisingly proportionate long right leg and easily straddled Cheng Zhu’s pink scooter.

This model of scooter wasn’t known for spacious seating.

Therefore, Shen Qingning leaned back as far as she could, yet the two of them were barely not touching.

Just sitting down, the little ice mountain began to regret her decision.

“Shen Qingning, did you drink too much?” she questioned herself internally.

She indeed had quite a few drinks with Shen Minglang and was nearing her limit.

But at that moment, a breeze happened to pass by.

When the cool night wind brushed against her, the girl who missed her mother froze.

Her mind stopped wandering, and she calmed down instantly.

On this blurry night, this hazy girl only wanted to feel the breeze.

Chinese people are like this—we have a long cultural heritage, so we have various romantic notions that others might not possess.

Our red beans are more than just red beans.

Our moon is more than just a moon.

Our reeds are more than just reeds.

Today, Shen Qingning learned something new—apparently, people can become the wind after they die.

This notion was made up by Cheng Zhu, just to comfort him in this moment.

Regarding the idea that people become wind after they die, he had only read a short story about it online.

It was about Zhou Yu and Sun Ce from the era of the Three Kingdoms.

As everyone knows, the east wind played a crucial role at the Battle of Red Cliffs.

The story goes like this:

“Zhou Yu, after dying, asked the guide leading the way: ‘Has the former lord of Jiangdong, Sun Ce, been reincarnated?’

The guide replied: ‘Yes, he was reincarnated in the eighth year.

Zhou Yu asked: ‘Where did he reincarnate?’

The guide replied: ‘He became a wisp of the east wind.'”

Cheng Zhu hadn’t expected that just before he officially started his pink scooter, a breeze would conveniently blow.

But that was normal, after all, it was autumn, and it always gets breezy at night.

“Shall we go and enjoy the breeze?” he said, pun intended, turning slightly to speak to the person seated behind.

“Okay,” Shen Qingning responded softly, her voice trembling slightly.

And so, Cheng Zhu took her through Hang City in the night.

Passersby who saw them were quite impressed.

The young man riding the scooter was handsome, tall, and large.

Most importantly, he naturally had a slight upward tilt to his eyebrows, and his eyes were bright. At the moment, his gaze was very determined, as if he was fulfilling an important mission!

The girl in the back, though she kept bowing her head causing her long hair to cover half of her face, exposed her amazingly proportionate long legs, which were simply flawless.

Long and straight, and very white!

Her thighs had a touch of plumpness, her calves were incredibly even, and her knee bones were not the protruding kind, which would ruin the overall aesthetics of the legs.

Even the arch of her leg backs was quite attractive.

If the man riding the scooter wasn’t indeed handsome, many passersby would have wondered why such a top-notch girl was sitting on an electric scooter.

When they stopped for a traffic light, Cheng Zhu suddenly heard a voice from behind.

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The voice was still light, tinged with an indistinguishable choke.

A pair of hands gently tugged at the corner of his shirt.

“Cheng Zhu, I want the wind to be stronger, even stronger.”

“Okay,” Cheng Zhu nodded slightly and sped up when the light turned green.

The wind was indeed a miraculous thing—it provided a sense of envelopment—like an embrace.

She didn’t know whether it was the effect of the wind after drinking, or whether the girl who missed her mom had completely immersed in her emotions.

Shen Qingning’s hands clutched Cheng Zhu’s shirt corners, her forehead resting lightly on his back.

There was no other physical contact, and certainly no clinging.

The night wind caused by the riding fluttered her long hair, and this normally poised woman finally found an outlet for her emotions.

She too missed her mom, but she also had to comfort her unruly brother, ironically requiring her, the younger sister, to take on the more mature role.

—Damn that Shen Minglang!

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Under the streetlights in the night, the pink electric scooter had been driving for twenty minutes.

It was now eleven o’clock at night.

“Feeling better?” Cheng Zhu asked.

Shen Qingning, who had been resting her forehead on his back, suddenly pulled away, intending to let go of the shirt she was holding. However, the man sped up, and her instinctive reaction was to grip tighter.

After a small yelp, she almost leaned into him.

But she couldn’t really say anything, after all, she was the one who asked Cheng Zhu to go faster.

Shen Qingning responded to Cheng Zhu’s question, not revealing her emotional state, but simply describing her physical condition. That’s how she was, unable to open up.

“My head is a bit dizzy,” Shen Qingning said.

“You must have drunk quite a bit with your brother, huh? I can even smell the alcohol on you. It must be the cold breeze; it’s brought the alcohol effect,” he said while riding.

“If you’re really too dizzy, take a nap,” he suggested.

The person behind didn’t reply, but Cheng Zhu felt her forehead against his back again.

The electric scooter continued forward, and after a while, he distinctly felt the weight on his shoulder soften, becoming soft and warm.

Shen Qingning was getting dizzier, she began leaning halfway against Cheng Zhu, resting the left side of her face on his back, increasing the area of support.

Of course, she was still maintaining a slight distance from the man.

Also, her eyes were still open, although they looked bewildered and stubbornly refused to close.

“Did you fall asleep?” Cheng Zhu, receiving no response, turned to ask.

Shen Qingning was about to reply when the man in front acted quickly, switching from riding with both hands to one.

Cheng Zhu’s left hand started pulling at her hands, which were lightly clutching his shirt, then grabbed her wrist, pulling it forward so her hands could wrap around his abdomen.

After he pulled Shen Qingning’s right hand, he alternated to pull her left hand.

Now they were in contact!

The eyes of Shen Qingning, who refused to close her eyes, suddenly widened.

Her heartbeat started to race, and she began to feel warm.

The man kept mocking in front, “You don’t seem to handle your liquor very well, do you? You’re already knocked out?”

“I’m not…” Shen Qingning internally retorted.

“Hold on tight, don’t fall off,” Cheng Zhu said while slightly pressing her hands with his palm to make her hold onto him tighter.

“I’ll reluctantly fulfill the duty of a boyfriend today, letting you know what safety and reliability feel like,” Cheng Zhu said in a truly conceited tone, then slowly reduced the scooter’s speed.

“Why is he humming now!” Shen Qingning thought in her mind. “He sings terribly.”

But she didn’t move; she just stayed hugging him, half her face resting against him, only her eyes stubbornly open.

“I really did drink too much today,” she thought, her eyes open, watching the street’s greenery rapidly moving backward.

The pink electric scooter crawled along the road.

Shen Qingning was starting to zone out.

She increasingly felt lightheaded and oddly empty, yet very at ease.

Once the alcohol took effect, her mind also stopped functioning clearly.

She hadn’t thought about where Cheng Zhu was taking her.

After all, Cheng Zhu didn’t know the address of the apartment she shared with Lin Lu.

He only knew it was near the school, about a six or seven-minute ride.

So, he definitely wasn’t heading to the sisters’ shared apartment.

He had a destination in mind.

After about ten minutes or so, they arrived.

“We’re here,” Cheng Zhu gradually slowed the scooter, stopping it smoothly.

Shen Qingning, who had been keeping her eyes open and spacing out, felt Cheng Zhu seemed about to turn around.

At that moment, she impulsively closed her eyes!

Cheng Zhu, of course, knew she hadn’t been asleep, as a sleeping drunk person couldn’t be as calm and motionless as her, or even… rigid?

She maintained her position the whole time, even the side of her face resting against Cheng Zhu’s back hadn’t moved an inch.

It’s fair to say that Miss Shen had no practical life experience at all—she couldn’t even act convincingly.

Of course, it might also be because they were in contact, so she had remained motionless, otherwise, that would have been friction, wouldn’t it?

Also, because Shen Qingning was tall, at about 170 cm, when she leaned completely against Cheng Zhu, her half-face was actually exposed outside his shoulder.

After all, Cheng Zhu, being over 180 cm, wasn’t sitting very upright as he controlled the scooter.

Because she was leaning with half her face against Cheng Zhu’s side, she couldn’t see that the scooter’s rearview mirror showed her exposed half-face, especially her stubbornly open, bewildered beautiful eyes.

Cheng Zhu chuckled lightly and pretended it was the first time he was looking into the rearview mirror.

He raised a hand, lightly tapped the mirror, creating a distinctly crisp knocking sound, and burst her pretense on the spot.

“Stop pretending to sleep; I just saw you in the mirror.”