disappointment?

At this moment, only the naive and simple-minded Chu's mother was disappointed, thinking that if she treated others with sincerity, others would reciprocate.

From the moment they met, Chu Fang anticipated that his mother's hard work was about to go to waste.

It's very simple.

Aunt Li Min exuded the unique arrogance of Shanghainese, looking down on outsiders except for those from Beijing. Ms. Liu Siyi was no different.

She is above average in appearance and has no shortage of admirers and admirers. She dresses fashionably and has high taste. She carries an iPhone 15 Pro Max and wears a Casetify phone case, which costs more than 500 yuan. This is not something that ordinary people can afford.

Furthermore, when they looked him up and down, it was obvious that they weren't paying attention, but rather looking him up and down as if he were a commodity, not a person.

Her appearance should match her expectations, but her inner qualities are far from what she imagined, with "inner qualities" specifically referring to her wealth.

The first thing she said was 'disappointment,' as if Chu Fang was so eager to pursue her.

"Um... I'm sorry." Chu Fang maintained a friendly smile, "You're not my type."

"Then WeChat won't..."

Before Liu Siyi could finish speaking, he interrupted her directly: "No need, I didn't bring my phone."

Liu Siyi glanced at the phone in Chu Fang's hand, her delicate face twitching noticeably. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but stopped herself, then turned and left in her high heels.

Seeing this, Chu Fang smiled and said, "It's too much trouble to say more when we don't see eye to eye."

If the other party hadn't expressed disappointment, he would have given Liu Siyi some face. But unfortunately, he was too arrogant and didn't consider whether others respected her at all.

Chu Fang looked up at his mother on the second floor, who was chatting happily with other classmates and had parted ways with the aunt. Obviously, the two of them couldn't find common ground.

He looked away and glanced around. The young men and women were chatting. The man was racking his brains to find a topic to talk about, while the woman was responding half-heartedly.

He walked to the sofa in the corner of the restaurant, sat down and watched the various people around him, which was quite interesting.

"Tsk." A strange voice reached his ear. "Can I sit next to you?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a fat man with gleaming eyes, asking him a question.

"Of course." Chu Fang nodded.

The fat man sat down, sipped his cola, looked at the men and women in the restaurant, and said with a smile, "This is the first time I've ever heard of a class reunion like this. The reunion is just a pretense; the real purpose is to find a blind date. What do you think they're after?"

"It's about pressuring people to get married," Chu Fang replied. "Old classmates know each other well, they know each other inside and out, so there's no need to worry about knowing someone's face but not their heart. And it's especially efficient. If you don't like one blind date, just move on to another. There are at least thirty or forty men and women here, there's bound to be one you like."

Compared to meeting a blind date in person, this method is incredibly efficient.

“That makes sense.” The fat man nodded and sighed. “But they don’t even consider why we don’t get married these days. That girl I was chatting with earlier, oh my, just thinking about her gives me a headache. She demands that I own a house and a car in Shanghai, and have an annual salary of at least 300,000.”

He paused, rubbed his temples to relax for a moment, and continued, "Don't you think about it? An apartment in Shanghai costs at least five or six million, and even a cheap car costs over ten thousand. An annual salary of three hundred thousand—how many people in China can reach that salary level? If I had those conditions, would I even be interested in her?"

I kicked her out. Wouldn't it be better to find an eighteen-year-old girl?

As he spoke, the fat man kicked the air to vent his resentment.

"Hehe." Chu Fang crossed his legs and chuckled lightly. "Hey, it's their business if they have demands. We can't control what they think, and we can't force them to change their minds."

“I agree.” The fat man nodded. “But, at least have some self-awareness. You’re average-looking, not in great shape, and not highly educated. How dare you ask for those conditions?”

The fat man glanced at Chu Fang and said, "If their own conditions were the same as the girl you were just chatting with, I wouldn't say anything, I would just turn around and leave, knowing that I'm not good enough for her."

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang smiled and asked, "So, Liu Siyi and I broke up, which means I'm not good enough for her?"

"Brother, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant." The fat man clasped his hands in a fist salute to him. "With your looks, you're more than good enough for that girl, she's even lucky to be with you. But there's nothing I can do. Nowadays, girls value a guy's money more than his looks."

"It's nothing, just kidding." Chu Fang waved his hand dismissively. "Hey, dating and marriage are all about fate and feelings. Liu Siyi has no plans to date."

Zhong Tingyue had no material demands on him; they simply hit it off and got together, and she even frequently sent him red envelopes (cash gifts).

"That's what she said?"

"right."

"Then why is she planning to date another guy?"

The fat man pointed in a direction, and Chu Fang looked in that direction, his face twitching.

Liu Siyi was chatting animatedly with a boy, her face beaming with a smile, and she would occasionally cover her mouth, appearing quite ladylike.

The fat man said quietly, "That boy comes from a very well-off family. His family is in business and drives an Aston Martin."

He paused, then said in a low voice, as if venting his emotions, "Damn rich people!"

“Hmm… …” Chu Fang pondered for a moment, “There’s no need to be so impulsive. There are good and bad rich people too.”

He wanted to live a few more years.

The two chatted idly in a corner, neither of them intending to go on a blind date; they just wanted to get through the night.

A little while later, Fatty's mother arrived and forcibly dragged Fatty away, telling him to make more friends with girls, leaving Chu Fang behind.

"Hmph!" Just as he was sipping his tea, his mother's distinctive spoiled voice came through, seemingly tinged with a hint of resentment.

Chu's mother walked to the front, picked up Chu Fang's cup of tea, and drank it down in one gulp. Her resentment lessened slightly: "What's wrong with people these days? When they're dating or getting married, all they talk about is 'money.' They're completely obsessed with money. When I married your father, I didn't ask for a single penny. Even my mother helped me a lot."

Back then, Chu's father was just a poor teacher. Apart from being somewhat educated, he had nothing else. He didn't even have a house or a car. Despite this, Chu's mother married him without hesitation.

To this day, Chu's mother has never regretted her choice.

"Calm down." Chu Fang helped Chu's mother sit down and patted her back. "It's not worth getting upset over such trivial matters."

"Money, money, money! All they think about is money." Chu's mother pouted slightly, looking unhappy. "No, you have to help me get revenge."