Rebirth: She Became a Beautiful and Cool Bigshot-Chapter 237: The Background of Shen Ci

Erhu let out a cheer, "Yes, yes, you’re so smart, little mistress. I’ll go tell the master right now."

He teleported to Han Zheng’s office, happily flying around, "Master, master, the little mistress has a great suggestion. She said, ’If there are doubts, why keep them close? They’ve grown up; it’s time for them to leave the nest.’"

Han Zheng felt as if he had an epiphany.

That’s right, it was his narrow-mindedness.

After his reincarnation, he was too obsessed with hunting down the murderer, forgetting that preventing danger before it occurs was in Meng Chuyue’s best interest.

Although this could likely mean never finding the person from his past life who killed Meng Chuyue, leaving him frustrated, it would be better for avoiding danger.

Compared to vengeance, ensuring Chuyue’s safety was more important.

In his past life, the person or people who could not tolerate Chuyue had been spoiled by him, their appetites grown too large. Now, while they were still young, and the tiger had not grown large, it was wisest to let them go early.

Just as he didn’t adopt Laoqi and Laoba after his rebirth but instead quietly helped them find their families.

Laoer, Laosi, and Laoliu had no families, but they were not young; it was time for them to stand on their own.

He smiled, filled with pleasant intentions, "... This is indeed a good idea. Erhu, go tell Chuyue that I will arrange this matter as soon as possible. Also, I’ll go to her shop for dinner tonight. If she doesn’t want to, she can continue with her work, and it’s fine for Muyang to accompany me."

"Okay, master, ah, I’m so happy."

Erhu joyously went back to find Meng Chuyue.

At this moment, Meng Chuyue was taking a midday rest. After hearing Erhu’s words, she was silent for a long time, then got up and went to Shen Ci’s bedroom on the second floor.

The second floor housed the fast-food restaurant’s VIP room and private rooms.

The soundproofing had been excellently done during the renovation.

Meng Chuyue used her key to open the door to Shen Ci’s bedroom, expecting to find him asleep, planning to quietly join him for a while and talk to him after he woke. But as soon as she opened the door, the supposedly sleeping Shen Ci immediately opened his eyes, which were like stars in the dark night.

"Chuyue?"

He was startled for a moment, then quickly got up and embraced Meng Chuyue tightly, his voice hoarse, "What brings you here?"

"I missed you."

She really did miss him.

Although they seldom spent time apart, when he wasn’t by her side, she always longed for him.

Meng Chuyue leaned in and tenderly kissed Shen Ci’s beautifully curved lips, and pushed against his chest to stop his dominant advance before he could start, smiling and saying, "Actually, there is something. Sit down first; let’s talk sitting down."

Shen Ci indulgently smiled at her, pulling her down to sit with him, "What is it?"

Meng Chuyue rested her head on Shen Ci’s chest, wrapping her arms around his waist, and spoke softly, "I’m going to acknowledge my dad."

Shen Ci didn’t know that both Meng Chuyue and her father were Reincarnators, nor was he aware of Erhu’s true might. However, he always knew that Han Zheng was Meng Chuyue’s biological father.

So he wasn’t surprised.

He smiled, "That’s good news, isn’t it? Are you so excited that you can’t sleep?"

"No," Meng Chuyue shook her head, "We can’t recognize each other publicly for now because my dad suspects Han Xiao, Han Muyang, and Han Mi have too much ambition."

Shen Ci, "... So your father plans to separate them before acknowledging you publicly."

"Yes. But the reason I came to you isn’t to talk about this. What I want to discuss is... your identity, which Aunt Wei Lan told me about the other day."

"My identity?"

Shen Ci was extremely surprised.

His background had issues too?

Could it be?

Had he been switched at birth by Qin Weilan, just like the proverbial cat changing the prince?

But who would that be?

Shen Wenhao?

No, that couldn’t be. If it were so, Chuyue wouldn’t have kept it from him for so long.

Meng Chuyue raised her hand to caress Shen Ci’s face, yielding to the temptation of his striking handsomeness, and pressed her lips against his seductively rosy ones.

Shen Ci never had any resistance to her, and for a moment, he even forgot his doubts, his hand gripping the back of her head, and their kisses intertwined eagerly.