At night, Chu Fang and Rong Shunji squatted at the hotel entrance.

Hearing the apology in his friend's voice, Chu Fang calmly said, "You don't need to blame yourself. At least you dared to agree in the end. Don't dwell on the process; the result is what matters most."

He patted Rong Shunji on the shoulder and changed the subject: "What are your plans after you get married?"

Hearing this, Rong Shunji let out a breath and said softly, "I'll work hard, make money, and pay you back as soon as possible. Buying a house in Shanghai is impossible for me, but I'll at least buy one in our hometown to give her a home. She's willing to leave her parents and follow me without hesitation; I will never let her down..."

"Take care of yourself," Chu Fang said. "It doesn't matter whether I pay back the money sooner or later. You know me, I don't need those hundreds of thousands."

Anyway, that 500,000 isn't mine.

"By the way, my company is short of a receptionist. Why don't you let Wei Caixia come work for me? Don't refuse me. You're married to Wei Caixia, so you can't just let her continue doing that cleaning job. You'd feel guilty yourself. The receptionist job at my company is just doing odd jobs. There's not much skill involved. The salary isn't high or low. If you're careful with your money each month, it should be enough to pay off the debt and make ends meet."

In today's world where college graduates are abundant, Wei Caixia doesn't even have a high school diploma, and can't find any other work besides factory work and food delivery.

As a good friend, Chu Fang felt it was necessary to help Rong Shunji. After all, once a man gets married, the responsibilities on his shoulders become heavier, not to mention what would happen if the two of them got pregnant, and who knows how hard Rong Shunji would have to work.

Rong Shunji looked up at the night sky, slowly withdrew his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Fangzi, thank you."

"Hey, what's the big deal?" Chu Fang was very happy.

"How are things going with you and your girlfriend?" Rong Shunji asked, composing himself and taking a sip of his drink.

"The honeymoon phase," Chu Fang replied.

“Then you’d better hurry up,” Rong Shunji said. “Caixia and I got married less than three months after we met, and you’re still in the honeymoon phase. I have my doubts about your abilities, specifically your abilities with men.”

"Get lost!" He rolled his eyes. "I'm your father."

Rong Shunji, seizing the opportunity, said, "Dad, give me some pocket money."

"Say it again."

“Go ahead and crawl away.” Rong Shunji kicked him. “You’re always taking advantage of me.”

Before long, Wen Xiangbing and Shao Liang couldn't resist the guests' toasts and secretly ran out. The four of them sat in front of the hotel and chatted happily.

Since graduating from university, the four of them have rarely had such a happy moment.

... ...

Shanghai, a quiet street surrounded by old Western-style houses, is steeped in the history of the last century.

As Zhong Tingyue walked along the street, she felt a profound sense of history wash over her, mixed with an air of luxury.

A moment later, Zhong Tingyue walked to the front of a shop, looked up, and saw the words: Micro Era.

This is the address and name of the garment marked on the outer packaging of Chu Fang's suit.

She stood outside for a moment, then took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and found the interior decorated in an antique style, as if it were not a clothing store but a history museum.

There were two pretty shop assistants at the entrance. With Zhong Tingyue's standards of appreciation, these two shop assistants were more than qualified to be news anchors, rather than working as hard waitresses here.

The two shop assistants stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said in unison, "Welcome! It's a pleasure to serve you. Do you have a reservation?"

"A reservation?" Zhong Tingyue looked away, taken aback.

The two shop assistants exchanged a glance. One of them seemed to know she wasn't a customer and gave a faint smile: "I'm very sorry, but we are not currently accepting customers without an appointment. We hope you understand."

As she spoke, she stretched out her arms toward the door, gesturing for Zhong Tingyue to leave: "I'm sorry, our shop is a private area, please leave."

Zhong Tingyue only said two words before the other party told her to leave, leaving her speechless.

Is it necessary to be so harsh in refusing customers when you're running a business?

Zhong Tingyue did not leave, but instead said, "I would like to ask if your store has served a customer named Chu Fang."

"Sorry, we refuse to disclose customer privacy." The pretty saleswoman still had a friendly smile on her face, but her words turned cold: "Please leave. If you don't leave, we have the right to call the police."

Hey, this place is completely unyielding, what a lousy place... Zhong Tingyue was speechless, and then, in a fit of desperation, raised her voice a few decibels: "Do you know Chu Fang? He sent me here. I am his... ...um, lover."

At that moment, two women entered through the door. One was wearing the same uniform as the shop assistants, with a name tag on her chest that read "Shop Manager".

The other one, Zhong Tingyue, was someone I actually knew. She was a popular female celebrity who had starred in many movies and TV series and was very sought after.

The store manager was leading the female celebrity inside when he suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Zhong Tingyue, bent slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "You are Mr. Chu's..."

Regardless of the circumstances, and whether the Mr. Chu mentioned by the shop manager was the same person as her shameless Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue declared, "My love, I am Chu Fang's lover."

The store manager glanced at Zhong Tingyue discreetly, then turned to the staff and said, "Fangfang, you take good care of Miss Gu. I'll handle things here."

After saying that, he bowed slightly to the female celebrity and said, "Excuse me, Ms. Gu, I have something to attend to."

The female celebrity, Ms. Gu, frowned slightly, feeling quite resentful at not being taken seriously. However, considering the reputation of Micro Era in the industry, she suppressed her resentment, nodded slightly, and also politely nodded to Zhong Tingyue.

A woman who commands such respect from the store manager must have an impressive background and be worth befriending.

After the female celebrity Ms. Gu left, Zhong Tingyue scratched her fair face, not understanding why the other party had nodded to her. Then the store manager's voice reached her ears: "Hello, I am the store manager of Micro Era. My name is Cen Li."

"My name is Zhong Tingyue," she introduced herself, then added, "Chu Fang's lover."

"You are Mr. Chu's lover. What evidence do you have?" Store manager Cen Li asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue took out her phone, found a photo of herself and Chu Fang, and showed it to the other person. Cen Li looked at it carefully and said softly, "This only proves that you know Mr. Chu, not that you are Mr. Chu's lover."

Damn it, Mr. Chu really is Chu Fang, you bastard, you finally gave me a handle to use against you, you wait, I'm going to expose your hypocritical face... ...Zhong Tingyue couldn't help but curse in her heart.

Even though it was already confirmed, Zhong Tingyue still felt incredulous when it was actually confirmed. She even felt dizzy and swayed. Cen Li quickly supported her and gently placed her in a seat at the front desk.

Another pretty saleswoman brought her a glass of warm water. After drinking a few sips, Zhong Tingyue's dizziness subsided slightly, and the store manager, Cen Li, breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss Zhong, are you feeling better?"

“… …” Zhong Tingyue rubbed her temples. “The Mr. Chu you mentioned is named Chu Fang, born on January 3, 2000, ID number 511xxx, home address xxx, attended xxx school, and just graduated this year. He is 183cm tall, weighs 75kg, and has a handsome appearance… … Is that him?”