Rebirth Must Be Happy

With so many things to gamble on, why propose this particular bet?
Chen Xingruo was stunned when her sister asked that question, but then she realized the hidden meaning in her sister's words.

For example, if the person making the bet wasn't Xu Jinhuan, but someone else, would he have proposed such a bet?
She knew the answer very well.

Even if someone else had proposed the bet, let alone if she had brought it up herself, she would have been considered generous by not slapping them.

Because any bet carries the risk of losing, accepting such a bet, to some extent, means being prepared to fulfill the bet.

In other words, she wasn't as opposed to calling Xu Jinhuan "husband" as she thought.

Thinking of this, Chen Xingruo immediately felt her face burning, a little flustered and ashamed. Holding her phone, she felt she should type a rebuttal to her sister's absurd statement, but she didn't know what to say.

Not saying anything is definitely not an option, as that would likely imply tacit agreement.

After biting her lip and hesitating for a moment, Chen Xingruo still picked up her phone and typed: "Nonsense, I didn't!"

Chen Xingzhu quickly replied: "Do you want to see what you're saying?"

Chen Xingruo glanced at it and immediately understood.

The older sister had asked why she specifically proposed such a bet, but my answer was completely irrelevant.

As for the part-time job, she omitted the intermediate steps and answered with her own imagined part, as if her sister was asking, "Do you like Xu Jinhuan?"

Chen Xingruo became increasingly flustered, yet she was even more unwilling to admit it, and continued to force herself to say, "It's okay, didn't you say I could shout if I wanted to? I'm telling you, you're lying, I don't want to."

Chen Xingzhu: "Oh."

Chen Xingruo was a little dissatisfied with her sister and said, "Oh, what do you mean? Chen Xingzhu, you've changed. You're so aloof to me now."

Chen Xingzhu: "I'll pretend I didn't notice you were dodging the question."

Chen Xingruo: "Anyway, I won't call him husband. You're my sister, so you help me solve this."

Chen Xingzhu: "Is this all you need my help to solve?"

Chen Xingruo: "???"

Chen Xingruo: "Otherwise what?"

She felt that her sister's IQ had dropped since she started dating, and she was talking inexplicably. "If I wanted to call someone 'husband,' I wouldn't need your help, would I?"

Chen Xingzhu: "Okay."

Looking at her sister's answer, Chen Xingruo felt that her answer was still inexplicable. Was this "good" answer related to the question she had asked?
However, she didn't want to continue arguing with her sister like this, and said, "Then I'm going home first, I'm going to take a nap."

Chen Xingzhu: "Go to sleep."

Inside the shared office, Chen Xingzhu turned off the WeChat chat interface on the screen, but looking at the concept art for Fu Hao's new skin, which was mostly finished, she couldn't concentrate at all.

This is Fu Hao's Shangsi Festival skin. It is said that the Shangsi Festival is to commemorate the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. The Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan's birthday is on the third day of the third lunar month, but in ancient times the Shangsi Festival was on the second day of the second lunar month. It was only after the Wei and Jin Dynasties that it was changed to the third day of the third lunar month. It's just a skin, so there's no need to be so particular.

This Fu Hao skin is relatively "primitive," with animal skins on her body. This "wild" style is very unfamiliar and new to Chen Xingzhu, so she is very enthusiastic and interested in it.

However, looking at the nearly completed original drawing, he had no intention of continuing to write. This was not because he was worried about Xu Jinhuan wanting him to cosplay this wild version of Fu Hao, as he had been occasionally lost in thought before, but because of his sister.

Of course, this doesn't mean she'd be willing to accept the absurd request to cosplay a wild version of Fu Hao—just thinking about it is embarrassing. It's just that compared to the things troubling her at the moment, these other matters seem less important and nothing to worry about.

what can we do about it?

To be honest, she could understand, or rather, comprehend Chen Xingruo's "thoughts" very well. Xu Jinhuan used to be unremarkable in the city's No. 1 High School, and even Zhou Wei and the others felt that he was not good enough for them. But now, Xu Jinhuan looked at the whole of China—not just his peers, but among the 1.4 billion people, he was also one of the very few who were very dazzling.

Having someone like this around, especially the boyfriend of her sister who looks exactly like her, inevitably influences Chen Xingruo's judgment.

Especially after Chen Xingruo participated in The Voice of China and entered the entertainment industry, Xu Jinhuan's excellence became even more concrete in an instant.

For Chen Xingruo, the game didn't really resonate with her, since she only played it occasionally. Money was a more concrete issue, though, but her family wasn't short of money. She wasn't like herself; she had grown up with her father and not only enjoyed a comfortable material life, but also had a very different understanding of the value of money compared to ordinary people.

But things changed when she entered the entertainment industry, and when Xu Jinhuan's songs could bring tremendous support to her career and dreams.

She had a firsthand experience of Xu Jinhuan's abilities that far surpassed that of others—including herself.

In this situation, it's normal to subconsciously develop some positive feelings.

However, understanding and comprehending do not necessarily mean acceptance.

This is so absurd, how could I possibly accept it?
Xie Wanqing can do it, Song Zhiyu can do it, but that doesn't mean my sister can! Even those two were special products of a special period. In any other period, like now, if Xu Jinhuan dared to have such thoughts, she would never compromise, let alone help him solve his worries.

However, she was, after all, his own sister.

The younger sister who used to argue and fight with me when I was little, but who also loved to follow me around;
The younger sister, who had lacked maternal love for many years and whose impression of her mother was still that of a loving and gentle mother in her memory, did not hesitate to seek justice for herself the moment she met her, even at the cost of breaking with the mother in her memory.

What can be done?

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"It's time to get off work. Don't get off work overtime in violation of the rules."

After get off work, Xu Jinhuan walked over, tapped on Chen Xingzhu's desk, and said with a smile, "Want to come with me?"

The entire company knows about their relationship, so there's no need to hide it. To put it another way, although Chen Xingzhu sits in the main office, it's just that she took the initiative to ask other colleagues for advice and learning. After all, she is the company's third-largest shareholder.

According to the latest market data, "Honor of Kings" has occupied 30% of the mobile game market share, with a latest valuation of over 4000 billion yuan. Her 17% stake alone is worth 680 billion yuan.

No one would treat her like an ordinary employee.

"I dont go."

Chen Xingzhu shook her head and said, "Go by yourself."

"Fine, if no one's going with me, then I guess I'll have to go by myself?"

Xu Jinhuan pursed his lips. He was going to have a small get-together with the "Monkey King" crew later, partly to celebrate and partly to discuss the idea for the second season. But for some reason, Chen Xingzhu and Xie Wanqing refused to go. He even asked Song Zhiyu, whom he didn't really want to bring, but even the little girl refused.

Mr. Xu looked at himself in self-pity and left alone. Chen Xingzhu watched his back and still felt a little annoyed. She sighed softly and then heard her phone vibrate.

Song Zhiyu sent a message: "My brother sent a message in the group that he's left. Sister Xingzhu, where should we meet in secret?" (End of this chapter)