Chu Fang was eating poached chicken when he was almost stunned.

So you suspect I'm a fraud?

I, Chu Fang, have lived an upright and honest life, and the title I've been called most often is "Young Master Chu." I never imagined that my mother-in-law would call me a liar.

Thinking about it, Chu Fang felt a pang of sorrow.

He spent millions and went to great lengths to pursue Zhong Tingyue, only to end up with a single kiss...

Seeing her boyfriend's unspeakable suffering, Zhong Tingyue smiled faintly and said softly to her mother, "I don't think he's a liar; he seems quite honest."

Gao Ruoyun said, "That's an illusion! Honest people are not honest."

Chu Fang's face twitched.

Where did I behave?

Thinking about it, I realized I had been quite honest. We'd been together for so long, yet I hadn't managed to get into Zhong Tingyue's bed.

fail!

"Alright, that's enough." Looking at her boyfriend's aggrieved face, Zhong Tingyue handed her phone to Chu Fang in front of her and said to her mother, "Chu Fang is right next to me, you two talk to him."

"Huh?!" A scream came from the phone receiver.

Chu Fang wiped her lips, took the phone, and said in what she thought was the most friendly tone, "Hello, Auntie, this is Chu Fang."

There was a long silence on the other end, then a soft voice came: "Hehe... ..., Chu Fang, you didn't hear what I just said, did you?"

Chu Fang replied, "What did you say? I just arrived."

"Hoo..." Then came a series of breaths, and the whole person relaxed.

Zhong Tingyue listened to Chu Fang chatting with her mother.

I have to say, my boyfriend is indeed eloquent and has a strong "social butterfly" personality. During his first chat with his future mother-in-law, he was calm and composed, without the slightest bit of nervousness, and talked about all sorts of things in a very logical and eloquent way.

Every word he said resonated with his mother, and the two were able to have a meaningful conversation.

With just a few words, he made Gao Ruoyun very happy and put her worries to the back of her mind.

To this, Zhong Tingyue could only say two words:

Awesome!

The conversation lasted an hour, with Gao Ruoyun and Zhong Ping also chatting. The topics ranged from today's vegetable prices and rural gossip to melodramatic TV dramas... and even national affairs, war and peace, and cosmology...

Chu Fang said, "Uncle, please rest assured, my feelings for Zhong Tingyue are one hundred percent genuine, one hundred percent sincere, and one hundred percent pure. I will prove myself with my actions. Following me, I will absolutely not let her suffer the slightest injustice..."

Zhong Ping responded, "Brother, I'm relieved to hear you say that. I'll treat you to drinks when you come home next time."

"It's settled then."

The two reluctantly hung up the phone. Chu Fang fiddled with his phone, entered the two elders' phone numbers, and added them on WeChat.

Zhong Tingyue pouted: "You're really something, acting like a brother to my dad."

“Your dad insists on calling me ‘little brother,’ and I can’t very well go against his wishes.” Chu Fang entered his future mother-in-law’s phone number, and a WeChat account appeared on the page. The ID name was: “Blooming Fortune,” a good name. He immediately added the WeChat account and continued, “But your dad is quite interesting; his tone of voice doesn’t sound like that of a middle-aged man.”

Zhong Tingyue said, "You'll find it even more interesting the longer you know him."

Fortunately, my mother was in charge of the household; if my father had been, the family would have been in complete disarray long ago.

He was a handsome young man in his youth, dashing and unrestrained, and he hasn't changed even in middle age.

Zhong Tingyue noticed Chu Fang fiddling with his phone and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Showing off!" Chu Fang scrolled through the pictures on his phone, all of which were proof of his wealth, and sent them to his future mother-in-law. "I've been around for decades, and this is the first time I've been treated like a conman. I'm going to prove myself."

After sending over a series of pictures, Zhong Tingyue craned her neck to take a look. There was a property certificate for Zhonghai Mingyuan, worth over 60 million yuan; purchases of luxury cars totaling over 30 million yuan; and bank deposit screenshots—a long string of countless Arabic numerals...

Zhong Tingyue had no objection to this. The second phone call today was caused by her forgetting to explain Chu Fang's background, and she was just supplementing the key information.

She rested her chin on her right hand and parted her lips slightly: "My mom loves money, it would be more practical for you to give her a red envelope."

"That makes sense."

Chu Fang immediately sent a red envelope containing 50,000 yuan to his future mother-in-law.

"No way, you're really sending it? Are you crazy?" Zhong Tingyue gritted her teeth. "My mom has a desire for money that you can't even imagine. If you send it to her, she'll actually accept it."

"It's meant for your parents anyway; it's perfectly normal for a son-in-law to give his mother-in-law a red envelope." Chu Fang shrugged, glanced at his girlfriend who seemed to be sulking, and said slowly:

“It’s in my mother-in-law’s nature to love money, and it’s also true that I have money. These two facts cannot be changed. You can’t avoid these two facts, as that would seem too awkward or... deliberate. You can think of it this way: my mother-in-law loves money, and I have money. We complement each other and are a natural son-in-law, which will allow us to get along better.”

Chu Fang doesn't think that loving money is a bad virtue. It's undeniable that money can make people happy, and he can satisfy his future mother-in-law's needs, which is a good thing.

"Of course, I also need to cultivate a relationship with my future in-laws, not just with money," Chu Fang said.

Zhong Tingyue blinked, a faint smile appearing on her delicate face: "Why are your words always so 'wicked'?"

It sounds unorthodox at first, but upon reflection, it seems to make sense.

"My mom taught me that."

"Understood."

The image of Chu Ma flashed into Zhong Tingyue's mind, and she immediately understood.

That matches up.

Suddenly, Chu Fang scratched the back of his head and said somewhat awkwardly, "You pay for this meal; I've reached my spending limit."

“... ..."

Central Plains.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Ping and Gao Ruoyun looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. The former said to the latter, "Now you can rest assured."

“Hmm… ……” Upon hearing this, Gao Ruoyun thought for a moment and shook her head: “What you said on the phone is good. Who knows what the reality is like? I need to investigate more. I’ll have a video call with Chu Fang another day.”

As Gao Ruoyun spoke, she added Chu Fang on WeChat, watching the text 'The other party is typing...' appear at the top of the chat box.

Before long, Chu Fang sent many photos.

At first, Gao Ruoyun was completely confused, but by the end, she understood the bank deposit. She stretched out her finger and poked at each Arabic numeral, counting them carefully, word by word: "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions?!"

The couple stood there stunned for almost ten minutes, their minds blank, thinking of nothing.

For farmers, this number is enough to shock them deeply.

Both slowly came to their senses, looked at each other, and saw disbelief in each other's eyes. Finally, Zhong Ping spoke up: "It's fake, isn't it?"

"I don't know." Gao Ruoyun shook her head.

He immediately sent a message to his eldest daughter to ask if it was true, and her reply was simple: "He does have some money."

It was confirmed that both individuals had dilated pupils.

They were worried that their daughter had been deceived by Chu Fang, but little did they know that the other party was actually so wealthy.

Zhong Ping nudged his wife's shoulder: "You should accept the red envelope."

Gao Ruoyun, contrary to her usual behavior, deleted the red envelope and said firmly, "I won't accept it!"

Zhong Ping smiled.

As Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue walked out of the tea restaurant, noticing that they hadn't received any red envelopes on WeChat, Chu Fang showed his phone to Zhong Tingyue and said, "Ms. Zhong, your future mother-in-law's vision and love for you are beyond your imagination. I need to think carefully about how to win her over."

“That’s right!” Zhong Tingyue raised her chin.