Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

They stayed with their maternal grandfather for about half a month before returning to their own home at the end of the month.

Sheng Congye opened a sports club, which opened in August, and Chu Zhuo helped him with all the preparations.

It was unbearably hot in the sweltering August heat, so the indoor air conditioning was fully operational, and Chuzhuo also prepared a large amount of ice cream, drinks, and fruit.

Many insiders came to celebrate, and Chu Zhuo ate and drank with everyone along the way, bringing a perfect day to a close.

"Brother Ye, a lot of strangers came today. They don't look like students from our school. Where did they come from?" Chu Zhu thought of this while soaking his feet that evening.

"My parents' business partners probably got the information from who-knows-where. Don't worry about them. We'll just do our best to provide decent hospitality." Sheng Congye sat next to him.

"That's what I thought too. They were quite polite; guests are guests, after all." Chu Zhu tilted her head to the side and quietly leaned on Sheng Congye's shoulder.

Sheng Congye squeezed his shoulder, leaned over and kissed his forehead: "You've worked hard these past few days, Zhuobao."

"You didn't make me do any heavy work. Arranging fruit, drinks, and snacks is easy for me." Chu Zhuo tilted her head back, her lips brushing against the man's neck. "I think I'm getting a little excited. Shall we do it tonight?"

Sheng Congye's eyes were dark, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "...Aren't you tired?"

"You underestimate me?" Chu Zhuo bared her teeth, biting his constantly bobbing Adam's apple. "Whoever tries to stop tonight has to bark like a puppy."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Zhuo was swept up in his arms, his feet soaking wet. He pointed to the foot basin on the ground and said, "We haven't cleaned up yet, Sheng Congye, what's the rush?"

"I'll take care of things later, Zhuobao, worry about yourself first." After a few breaths, Sheng Congye's breathing became heavy.

With her back against the bed, Chu Zhuo rubbed her feet against Sheng Congye's body: "You didn't wipe your feet, so the sheets are wet."

Sheng Congye didn't care at all: "It'll get wet eventually. I'll wash it after I'm done. Zhuobao, you're going to keep calling me 'little dog' all you want."

Halfway there, Sheng Congye scooped up the boy's soaking wet chest and pulled him to her own body: "Why are you whining like a cat? Aren't you going to bark like a puppy?"

Chu Zhuo nestled softly against his shoulder, then retaliated by shrinking back.

Then Sheng Congye hissed patiently and coaxed softly, "Fine, a kitten's meow is fine too, how about Zhuobao meows a couple of times?"

"..." Chu Zhuo ignored him.

Before falling asleep, Chu Zhuo vaguely glimpsed the sky outside the window gradually brightening, and the man let out a guilty "woof".

As evening approached, Chu Zhu shed tears of youthful folly.

He was in a daze: "Did I not sleep for long? The sky is about the same color as before I passed out."

They were all so confused by the words that Sheng Congye dared not fool them. He obediently endured Chu Zhuo's outburst without uttering a single complaint.

After a few days, the marks on Chu Zhuo's thighs disappeared, and only then did she give him a kind look.

After the summer vacation, Tao Wei found another internship. The location was far from the school, and he had to get up at 3 a.m. to stay in the dormitory, which was even more grueling than 8 a.m. So he rented a place near the company.

Chu Zhuo and Sheng Congye moved out, and Jiang Yi and Tang Qiu also chose to live off-campus. With the dormitory empty, the five of them had a "farewell dinner".

Tao Wei was truly impressed. He ate a lot and afterwards patted his full stomach, saying, "This scene is so familiar. I must have a grudge against you two couples."

*

As time moved forward, in my junior year, the quadrennial Wenhua Cup International Classical Dance Competition began.

Chu Zhuo's reputation spread throughout the dance world, and countless people in the circle placed high hopes on him.

When the spotlight shines for too long, discordant voices are bound to emerge.

[He seems too impetuous.]

[This is different from the Folk Art Award and the Elite Cup. He's only a junior, just twenty years old, still too young. In the past, which dancer who won the Guohua Cup didn't go through countless competitions before reaching the Guohua Cup? He's only twenty and he dares to challenge the veterans. It's hard to judge...]

[+1, this time he'll probably take a big tumble, which is good, it'll teach these young people a lesson in arrogance.]

No disputes could affect Chuzhuo, and the half-month-long competition came to an end.

In his final dance, Chu Zhuo once again amazed the world and won the Special Gold Award. At the young age of twenty, the National Opera and Dance Theatre awarded him the honorary title of Principal Dancer for Life in Classical Dance.

After holding back for half a month, fans are now passionately speaking out!

[Come on, everyone, those of us who are a bit restless, come out and take a walk! Don't stay silent!]

[It's easy for you all to talk when you're not in the situation; we're doing just fine!!!]

[The dance department at Imperial Capital University is very strict, gathering geniuses from all over the country. He is the most gifted among geniuses. Even geniuses call him a genius. Surely no one understands the weight of that statement (rolls eyes)]

[Every time I see those disgusting comments, I wonder what's going on in their brains. Can't they stand to see others do well?]

[Is dancing a nuisance? Some bloggers, pampered by their brainless fans, become arrogant and ignorant, while a bunch of laymen offer their opinions (which is hard to judge).]

Chu Zhuo did not stop, but traveled to various stages, leaving behind a series of wonderful dance performances.

Just like in her previous life, Ji Wanshu tried to interfere in his competition, hoping to make him "give up" and be overshadowed by Sheng Congye's family background... Even without the incident with her maternal grandfather, she could have come up with other ways.

Since then, Chu Zhuo has stopped paying attention to Ji Wanshu and hasn't heard from her for a long time.

A woman who only regretted her past life at the end of her life is not so easily overcome by stubbornness.

The year Chu Zhuo graduated from university, he put on his graduation gown. He was very popular, and all his classmates came to him to take photos with him.

Sheng Congye, who graduated two years ago, stood to the side with a sour look on his face, like a guardian angel, glaring at each person who came by with a dark expression.

Finally, it was Tang Qiu's turn, with Jiang Yi standing beside him.

Sheng Congye couldn't help but exclaim, "Is my boyfriend some kind of tourist attraction? Does everyone have to come and take a picture of him?"

Chu Zhuo kicked him, saying, "What did Tang Qiu do to you?"

Sheng Congye patted non-existent dust off his trousers: "You hurt me, you'll make it up to me tonight."

"..." As someone who has had sexual experience, Tang Qiu nudged Chu Zhuo lightly with her shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Is this the way Senior Sheng goes? Jiang Yi always does it in silence."

Jiang Yi, standing nearby: "..."

Is this something I can share?

Chu Zhuo stirred things up: "Jiang Yi, did you hear that? Tang Qiu thinks you don't have enough tricks up your sleeve."

"..." Tang Qiu covered Chu Zhuo's mouth and turned to Jiang Yi, saying, "I didn't."

Jiang Yi: "...Okay, I understand."

Not knowing which reply to give, Tang Qiu had a bad feeling. He returned home that day without incident, and Jiang Yi showed no abnormalities on the second and third days, which made him breathe a huge sigh of relief.

A week later, the package arrived. The cover had the words "Private Delivery" written in large letters. Jiang Yi didn't try to hide it and opened it in front of him.

Tang Qiu felt a deep sorrow in his heart, but he had breathed his last.

Of course, Tang Qiu was still feeling uneasy. After taking a photo with Chu Zhuo, he cautiously observed Jiang Yi's expression as he looked for him: "Brother Yi?"

Jiang Yi remained calm: "Let's go, aren't we going to take a group photo in your class?"

After confirming everything, Tang Qiu took Jiang Yi's arm and left.

Chu Zhuo whispered in Sheng Congye's ear, "Brother Ye, did I successfully sow discord among them?"

The boy's fragrance wafted over, carrying a faint warmth. His black graduation gown was clean and crisp, with a pink sash fastened at the front, making his slender, white neck appear bright and dazzling, just like the blazing sun.

Sheng Congye lowered his eyelids: "Hmm, very fair."

Chuzhuo: "?"