Thump thump thump... ...

Early in the morning, a dull thud pulled Chu Fang from his sleep. He opened the door with his eyes half-closed.

With one eye closed and the other open, he saw Zhong Tingyue standing in the doorway and said in a grumpy voice, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

“Mr. Chu, the sun is already high in the sky.” Zhong Tingyue looked her boyfriend up and down, her lips pursed, her smile as bright as a flower, and said softly, “Mr. Chu, you have quite a lot to offer.”

At this moment, Chu Fangzhi was wearing only underwear, with the rest of his body exposed. His figure was immediately revealed; he was tall and slender, with almost perfect height and proportions, and smooth yet powerful lines.

I never saw Chu Fang exercise normally. When he came home, he would lie on the sofa like a dead dog, not moving at all. But now, looking at the clearly defined muscles in front of me, it was as if he had been trained and honed. His body was well-proportioned, healthy, and powerful.

Chu Fang noticed the intense gaze, but instead of feeling embarrassed, he put his hands on his hips and straightened his posture: "Ms. Zhong, you're such a rogue!"

"Stop admiring yourself, hurry up and change your clothes, we're going to the exhibition."

Chu Fang scratched his head and went into the house. Zhong Tingyue also entered the house. As he was putting on his clothes, Chu Fang said, "Hey, Zhong Tingyue, I need to get dressed."

"I practically saw you naked, and then you put on a coat on top of that, so I can't even look anymore?"

"That makes sense!"

Zhong Tingyue watched her boyfriend get dressed. He wore a clean white t-shirt and denim shorts. His outfit was simple and elegant, without too much embellishment, yet it exuded a unique charm that made people feel comfortable and at ease.

They are the kind of people you can spot in a crowd at a glance.

"Hey, come back to your senses. I'll come and see you sometime."

Zhong Tingyue withdrew her gaze: "Report it!"

"Bullshit! Your eyes are practically glued to the screen."

The two left their room, went down to the hotel for a simple breakfast, and then took a taxi to the design exhibition.

The weather in Guangzhou was as bright and sunny as ever, with sunshine bathing the city.

On the way, Zhong Tingyue parted her lips slightly: "You don't usually wake up this early, why did you get up late today?"

"Sigh!" Upon hearing this, Chu Fang sighed, "It's all because of your father. After adding him on WeChat, he kept me chatting last night, talking about everything from astronomy to geography, the Big Bang theory, dance halls and disco in the 90s..."

Zhong Tingyue's father, Zhong Ping, was an excellent conversationalist, able to engage in any topic and even possessing his own set of theories. Chu Fang was also adept at casual chatting with others.

When the two sides meet, it's like heaven and earth igniting a fire; they clash.

"Your father? You've even learned the dialect."

"That's right!" Chu Fang straightened his back. "My father!"

Zhong Tingyue spat out a single word through her pearly white teeth: "Get lost!"

Before long, the two arrived at the convention center, where a large crowd of people from all over the country gathered.

Upon seeing this, Chu Fang sighed, "No wonder I can't make money now. There are so many so-called interior designers. If you lay a brick down, everyone becomes a designer. It's an overabundance."

“The real estate boom of the past two decades naturally created a lot of interior designers.” Zhong Tingyue, standing in line, asked, “By the way, why did you choose interior design?”

“My dad filled out my college application,” Chu Fang said. “When I was little, I wanted to be a great scientist; in middle school, I wanted to be an entrepreneur, rich and powerful; in high school, I just wanted a stable job; and in college, I hoped to teach a major that teaches students how to spend their boring lives in a wonderful way…”

Like most ordinary people, Chu Fang's thoughts changed with time and environment.

“You…” Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes.

Upon entering the exhibition hall, a deafening cacophony of sounds erupted from all around, reaching Chu Fang's ears—conversations, shouts, cheers...

"Oh, Mr. Li, it's been a long time."

"Mr. Liu, you've become increasingly prosperous."

“... ..."

When everyone met, they all addressed each other as "General Manager," since when you're out in the world, your status is something you give yourself.

From Chu Fang's perspective, the so-called design exhibition is another form of platform and channel for exhibiting clients, so many "bosses" come to make friends and get to know clients.

Zhong Tingyue came with the idea of ​​getting to know clients, but she didn't rush into action. Instead, she focused on appreciating other people's work at the exhibition.

After walking for a while, Zhong Tingyue glanced at Chu Fang, who was fiddling with his phone, and said softly, "I told you this trip would be boring, but you insisted on coming."

"What's it to you?"

"... ...Go play by yourself, so as not to bother me."

"Fine, Zhong Tingyue, I spent several thousand yuan to accompany you, and you actually look down on me? Goodbye!"

Zhong Tingyue watched her boyfriend leave in a huff, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Chu Fang walked to a corner with an excellent view, enough to see Zhong Tingyue's path, moved a small stool and sat down, looking at the large stage at the front of the exhibition, where several beautiful young women were dancing energetically.

He exclaimed, "How beautiful art is!"

Just then, a familiar voice reached Chu Fang's ears: "Who else but you would come to watch a performance? Aren't you afraid Zhong Tingyue will be angry with you for doing this?"

Seeing his former love rival, Ma Junjie, the design manager of YATeng Yige, appear in front of him, dressed in a black suit, he raised an eyebrow and asked unhurriedly, "Why is she angry?"

Chu Fang made room for Ma Junjie, gesturing for him to sit down. Once Ma Junjie was seated, Chu Fang said, "It's human nature to take a second look at beautiful things, but that's not a biased perspective; it's an appreciation. It's like walking down the street and seeing a beautiful woman with dark skin; you'd definitely want to take a look."

Ma Junjie smiled and said, "Do you dare say that to Zhong Tingyue's face?"

"Of course you dare! Why wouldn't you?" Chu Fang tilted his head, looking at Ma Junjie. "Is that the kind of thinking or idea you're using to pursue Zhong Tingyue? Hmm... that kind of behavior is just too..."

The conversation stalled there, with no further developments. Ma Junjie asked, "Too what?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang immediately judged: "Too low-class!"

"You deliberately suppress the human desire for beautiful things, keeping your eyes fixed on beautiful women, looking at black stockings without drooling, and refusing to look at any other woman except for your one and only sweetheart. You pretend to be a gentleman, hoping to establish a shining image in their minds and win their hearts."

"This behavior is completely wrong; it only pleases oneself without achieving the desired effect. If... ..."

Seeing that Chu Fang was about to continue, Ma Junjie interrupted, "Stop talking, I understand."

The words he had just heard tormented Ma Junjie. He kept thinking about whether he had made a mistake in the past and failed to win Zhong Tingyue's heart. His mind was filled with all sorts of wild thoughts, and it was too late to regret it. With great willpower, he suppressed his regret and interrupted Chu Fang, who was about to say something next.

Chu Fang smiled.

Ma Junjie let out a breath, slowly regained his composure, and asked, "How far have things progressed between you two?"

"You want to know?"

"I just want to know how different I am from you."

"I think it's best if you don't ask."

"Alright."

“... ..."