Forced Me to Regress, Huh?

The simple sentence from his little sister almost melted Cheng Zhu’s heart.

My little sister is so damn cute!

With his current mindset and life experience, ordinary women could no longer move his heartstrings.

But when Little Youzi spoke in her soft, childish voice, if she asked him to do anything at this moment, he’d do it without hesitation.

This feeling was pure intoxication!

How could he not work hard to build a castle for his princess?

To make money, he had to work harder in this life!

While sipping the mung bean soup, Cheng Zhu sank into his memories.

Thinking it over, I still have some regrets about Little Youzi, he thought.

In his memories, his little sister, Cheng You, was an especially lively and bubbly little girl when she was young.

But after she entered middle school, she began to become more reserved and introverted.

It wasn’t until later that Cheng Zhu discovered the reason. When she was in middle school, a few female classmates had made nasty remarks about her just because she developed earlier than others. Even her loose school uniform couldn’t cover it up, leading them to call her a slut both openly and secretly.

This caused Little Youzi to start hunching her shoulders and slouching. Over time, it became a permanent change, and she gradually lost her confidence.

To girls, posture and temperament were crucial.

The same face paired with different postures and temperaments could lead to earth-shaking changes.

Cheng Zhu only learned all of this later from Little Youzi’s best friend, making him so furious that he wanted to rip those girls’ nasty mouths apart.

This friend often enjoyed chatting with Cheng Zhu, as she thought her best friend’s older brother was totally different from the boys at school.

Later on, Cheng Zhu had his sister take Pilates classes, which cost hundreds of yuan per session, and even hired professionals to correct her posture, but her personality was hard to change back.

I’ll need to pay more attention to this issue.

With this thought, he got up and went to the restaurant’s kitchen.

“You’re here?” His father, Cheng Donglai, looked at his son with indifference.

The Cheng family was well-known for favoring daughters over sons. Cheng Donglai was incredibly doting towards his daughter, being a total daughter-slave. As for his son, he had a hands-off approach, as long as the boy didn’t get into trouble.

“Dad, is there anything I can help with?” Cheng Zhu asked.

Old Cheng stirred the stir-fried chili and pork while glancing at him in surprise. He simply said a few words, “Go out and enjoy the air conditioning.”

Cheng Zhu didn’t insist and left the kitchen obediently.

Old Cheng looked at his son’s back and muttered, “It’s really strange. This lazy kid actually volunteered to help?”

After Cheng Zhu sat back down at the dining table, he began to plan again.

If I remember correctly, Second Uncle will come this year to swindle money, causing our family to go broke. In the following years, Old Cheng will have a pretty tough time.

His health deteriorated afterwards, probably from being too exhausted in those years.

That was how the world was for the poor. Whenever there was a problem that money could solve, they often had to sacrifice something more precious than money—such as health, life, time, dignity…

Many people spent their health to earn money when they were healthy, only to spend that money trying to regain their health when they were ill.

Fortunately, Cheng Zhu’s career progressed smoothly afterwards, and he was particularly attentive to his parents’ health. Old Cheng’s health became better and better every year, and his mother, Xu Yun, seemed to grow younger and younger with time.

His career luck was good, and he had managed to earn money at a pace that matched his parents’ aging.

Some people were not so fortunate. There were those whose parents couldn’t wait for them to care for them.

But since I’ve regressed, I should at least make sure they live better lives, Cheng Zhu thought.

To make money, he had to do it as soon as possible!

With this thought in mind, he immediately picked up his phone and opened WeChat. To secure his first bucket of gold, he had to contact someone right away.

This person was Jiang Wanzhou, another childhood friend besides Wang Anquan.

The two had been classmates in elementary school, middle school, and high school, essentially growing up together.

The name Wanzhou came from a line that many memorized during their school days, from the Preface to the Prince Teng’s Pavilion.

When Cheng Zhu was in school, he found memorizing such texts to be very painful. But after leaving school and growing older, he gradually realized that these words in literature books were actually brilliant pearls of wisdom.

He quickly scrolled his chat history with Jiang Wanzhou, reflecting on their recent conversations and relating them to his current situation.

Soon, his eyes landed on a piece of information. Jiang Wanzhou had told him that his cousin had opened a new bar and invited Cheng Zhu to check it out.

Many students seemed to have a ‘sissy’ classmate and a super-rich classmate during their school years. But in Cheng Zhu’s youth, these two traits were embodied in one person: Jiang Wanzhou.

He had a male body but a feminine appearance. His voice was soft, and his movements and demeanor were distinctly feminine. He exuded an effeminate vibe from head to toe, like someone sly and mischievous.

When Cheng Zhu got hot and was sweating profusely, he would simply wipe his face with his hand.

Jiang Wanzhou, on the other hand, would delicately fan himself with his small hands, looking exceptionally cute.

But this feminine, soft-spoken guy had aspirations of becoming a domineering CEO. Could you believe it?

How can there be a domineering CEO taking tiny little steps in a black coat? Cheng Zhu scoffed silently.

But he had to admit that that Jiang Wanzhou was really fucking rich.

Rumors had circulated during high school that his family owned a street full of shops.

At the time, Cheng Zhu didn’t believe it because he noticed that Jiang Wanzhou was never extravagant with money. Moreover, he never wasted food and never flaunted his wealth.

When he shared this rumor with Jiang Wanzhou, the latter immediately waved his hand in denial. “How is that possible?! It’s not that exaggerated!”

“I knew it!” Cheng Zhu laughed.

Later, he found out that Jiang Wanzhou’s family indeed owned a street full of shops. The reason he denied it was that the row of shops across the street didn’t belong to his family. In his mind, only if all the shops on both sides of the street belonged to his family could it be considered owning a street.

To him, what his family owned was at most half a street.

From then on, Cheng Zhu started calling him CEO Jiang, while Jiang Wanzhou continued to call him Brother Zhu, each sticking to their own titles for the other.

Speaking of which, having such a wealthy second-generation heir as a childhood friend should have made Cheng Zhu’s entrepreneurial journey easier.

But in reality, that wasn’t the case.

It seemed that he and Jiang Wanzhou were not destined to partner up in business.

But when they pursued their own ventures, everything would go smoothly.

It could be summed up as: “When apart, each shines brightly; when together, they’re a pile of shit.”

Cheng Zhu later thought, His yin energy is too heavy. He probably jinxes me.

At this moment, he typed, “Didn’t you say you wanted to treat me to a drink at your cousin’s bar? How about tonight?”

Look at him. He took the initiative to find someone to treat him and even chose the time himself.

“Who are calling you? It’s CEO Jiang,” CEO Jiang replied with dissatisfaction, but the response was immediate.

“CEO Jiang! Treat!” Cheng Zhu messaged back.

He could understand Jiang Wanzhou’s resentment because he had just scrolled through their chat history and found that Jiang Wanzhou had invited him out several times during the summer break. But the original Cheng Zhu valued love over friendship, his second brother (slang for penis) over his little brother, and focused on dating while neglecting Jiang Wanzhou for a long time.

I’ll bring you out of the Cold Palace now!

In addition, Cheng Zhu invited him to stay in a hotel together tonight.

The reason was simple. He needed to make money late into the night, and if he returned home when the sun was already up, his parents wouldn’t be pleased. So he might as well stay out all night and tell them he was at Jiang Wanzhou’s place.

As for Jiang Wanzhou’s family, their reaction was quite curious. They couldn’t accept their son staying out until dawn before returning home, but they were fine with him… not coming home at all.

In contrast, Cheng Zhu’s parents forbade him from staying out overnight because they were worried he might mess around outside.

But for Jiang Wanzhou, his family had seen his charming appearance since he was a baby, and they were afraid he would never mess around in his life.

Luckily, it’s 2014. There aren’t so many cunning and scheming people out there yet.

Otherwise, when the social atmosphere changes, the Jiang family will probably be even more worried about him.

Of course, Cheng Zhu was well aware that Jiang Wanzhou wasn’t actually gay. This guy had no interest in men. He was just naturally enchanting.

When his mother, Xu Yun, heard that Cheng Zhu was staying at Jiang Wanzhou’s house tonight, she wanted to ask more. But her son had praised her earlier, so she was in a good mood and didn’t pry further.

Before ten o’clock at night, Jiang Wanzhou arrived to pick up Cheng Zhu in his Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

As soon as they finished their college entrance examination, they immediately enrolled in the driving school and soon obtained their driver’s licenses.

The difference was that it was useless for Cheng Zhu to have a license since he didn’t own a car. On the other hand, Jiang Wanzhou had so many cars at home that he didn’t know which one to drive each day.

At this time, the Mercedes-Benz G-Class hadn’t been redesigned yet and hadn’t yet earned a reputation for the type of drivers it attracted.

In 2014, many people didn’t even know the price of this car, thinking it was just an ordinary Mercedes.

To be fair, the comfort of the older G-Class wasn’t that great. Cheng Zhu felt very uncomfortable as he sat in the seat, feeling a bit disdainful.

At Jiang Wanzhou’s age, he should have preferred his mother’s white Bentley Continental GT instead.

But don’t forget. Although he was feminine, he had his heart set on becoming a domineering CEO, so he favored cars that were more domineering.

After getting in the car, Cheng Zhu slammed the door shut, listening to the unique, bullet-loading-like sound of the G-Class door closing.

“Long time no see, CEO Jiang!” he said from the bottom of his heart.

“You still know that it’s been a long time?” Jiang Wanzhou gave him a playful Bone Dissolving Palm on his left arm.

Then, with a hint of jealousy, he added, “Brother Zhu, why aren’t you going out on a date today?”

Cheng Zhu suddenly recalled that when he was dating Li Xinyue, Jiang Wanzhou had strongly objected. He had always felt that Li Xinyue wasn’t a good person, but Cheng Zhu had turned a deaf ear to his concerns.

“We broke up,” Cheng Zhu said.

“What?!” Jiang Wanzhou was shocked. His right hand kept patting Cheng Zhu’s shoulder, and his expression gradually became pleasantly surprised.

“Can you fucking focus on driving?!” Cheng Zhu felt a surge of panic due to this novice driver.

“So you got dumped and thought of finding me to drink away your sorrows. When you were dating, you couldn’t even find time for dinner with me and needed to schedule it,” Jiang Wanzhou said with a hint of jealousy.

“Dumped my ass! Can you stop acting like you’re competing for favor?” Cheng Zhu rolled his eyes at him. “When you read those domineering CEO novels, which character’s perspective are you imagining yourself in?”

“What nonsense are you spouting~” Jiang Wanzhou was annoyed.

Cheng Zhu then noticed that Jiang Wanzhou was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses today.

Unfortunately, the look didn’t give off a domineering CEO vibe. Instead, it made him appear more like a refined bottom.

Cheng Zhu stopped teasing him and got to the main point. “CEO Jiang, how’s the business of your cousin’s bar?”

“It wasn’t doing well before, but it’s been great recently. It’s the World Cup, so the number of customers has surged. Everyone is drinking and watching soccer. My cousin is a big soccer fan. Last time, he even asked me if I wanted to gamble and helped me place a thousand yuan bet for fun.”

Due to some reasons, Cheng Zhu had interacted with Jiang Wanzhou’s cousin in his past life. He was very generous and a rich second-generation heir who valued his reputation and loved to show off.

Seemingly casual but with a plan in mind, he asked, “Oh really? Could you have him place a bet for me?”

“Sure. Just add him on WeChat and transfer him the money. He keeps telling me that his betting odds for soccer are better than those from sports lotteries,” Jiang Wanzhou replied.

He became interested and asked, “How much are you planning to bet? This CEO will join you for a bit of fun.”

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If you’ve watched Oregairu (Yahari Ore no Seishun Love Comedy wa Machigatteiru), a lot of readers picture CEO Jiang as Saika Totsuka.