Life is back on track.

Chu Fang still got up early to cook breakfast. After Zhong Rou finished eating, she carried her small schoolbag and went to school by herself, while he and Zhong Tingyue went to work together after eating.

The studio is busy again.

But it was none of Chu Fang's business; he remained slumped over his workstation, looking utterly bored.

There's no way around it; once people have been lazy enough, they just can't muster any energy.

"Come with me on an outing." Zhong Tingyue walked in front of him and slapped the table.

"Where to go? I want to sleep."

"Let's go check out He Yi's house."

"Alright."

Chu Fang stood up, stretched, and felt more awake.

After emptying the savings of both families and themselves over the years, He Yi and Wu Di made a down payment on a house in Shanghai and became Shanghai residents.

The interior design of their house was outsourced to a studio, while Zhong Tingyue designed it herself.

The two walked to the parking lot, and looking at the Bentley in front of them, Zhong Tingyue said, "Haven't you ever thought about getting a different car?"

"Why do you want to change?" Chu Fang was taken aback for a moment, then realized the other party's intention: "It's too conspicuous, isn't it? But as the head of the studio, driving a Bentley would make you look more prestigious, you know? I don't have any money, unless you pay for one for me."

"I can buy you one for under 100,000."

Chu Fang thought for a moment and said, "Let's settle for cash."

“... ..."

After getting in the car, we soon arrived at He Yi's home. The house was a bare shell, decorated in a Syrian style, about 80 square meters. It wasn't very big, but He Yi's smile never faded.

After years of struggling in Shanghai, I finally have my own house, and a sense of security and happiness wells up inside me.

He Yi pulled Zhong Tingyue around the room, explaining her ideas: "I want a floor-to-ceiling window in the front, so that the scenery outside can be seen when I stand in front of it. The living room needs to be big enough to have a sofa about the size of the bed, and a huge LCD TV in front of the sofa..."

He Yi is very concerned about her family, and she has already conceived design plans and thought about her future life.

"What do you think, Wu Di?" He Yi asked her boyfriend.

Wu Di smiled and said, "It's up to you."

The two best friends were thinking about their future life, while Chu Fang and Wu Di stood by the window, looking at the whole room.

Chu Fang looked him over and nodded: "Not bad."

The house is in a good location, the community has a beautiful environment, there is a supermarket downstairs, and the transportation is very convenient.

Wu Di said, "I still don't have the means. If I could be like you, I would choose a better house."

"A house is fine as long as it's big enough," Chu Fang replied. "Even if it's a big house, you still sleep on a bed and sit on a stool. There's not much difference in the end."

Chu Fang's Zhonghai Mingyuan apartment is over 100 square meters, but he actually uses very little space, only the bedroom and living room. He usually doesn't bother to open the other rooms.

When I'm bored, I'll just open the house and clean it.

Wu Di nodded: "I'm too mundane."

Looking at Chu Fang, Wu Di couldn't help but feel admiration for him.

It wasn't just because Chu Fang possessed astronomical wealth, but also because of his approachable demeanor. Even with all his money, he spoke in such a down-to-earth manner that he didn't seem like a billionaire at all.

Wu Di considered himself a few years older than Chu Fang, but he felt he was no match for him.

"When do you plan to get married?" Chu Fang asked.

Once you've bought the house, the rest will fall into place naturally.

Watching He Yi busy herself, Wu Di smiled and replied, "Soon, within one or two months."

"Good."

"And you?"

"Me?" Upon hearing this, Chu Fang put his hands in his pockets. "I'm available anytime she wants."

"I'm still waiting for your wedding of the century, but don't rush into marriage. Your wedding will definitely be a huge affair. When I got married, it suddenly seemed too small and embarrassing."

"He Yi is not concerned with the size of the occasion."

Wu Di shrugged.

He Yi originally didn't plan to have a wedding, since buying a house had cost the family a lot of savings, but Wu Di insisted on having one to leave a beautiful memory for the future.

He Yi told Zhong Tingyue all her thoughts about the house, hoping she would come up with a design plan. After a while, they both left.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue walked slowly down the street, each holding an ice cream.

Zhong Tingyue turned around, looked at her best friend's house, and said softly, "That's nice."

"What?"

“He Yi and I used to dream of owning our own house in Shanghai and settling down, and now that dream has finally come true,” Zhong Tingyue said slowly. “He Yi has achieved her dream, but I still have a long way to go.”

Chu Fang recalled that when he was chatting with Zhong Tingyue, she mentioned that her dream was to own a house.

"Hey, it's no big deal." Hearing this, he waved his hand. "A house... ..."

"I have the ability to buy a house myself, I don't need your help."

stubborn!

Just then, the two passed by a sales center, and Zhong Tingyue immediately took Chu Fang's hand and walked in. The real estate agent warmly greeted them and introduced the properties.

Looking at the property development, Zhong Tingyue's voice carried a hint of anticipation and expectation: "The apartment I want is a large, single-level unit, two or three hundred square meters, divided into two floors. The downstairs will have a kitchen, a bathroom, a huge living room, and a wide open space in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows..."

The real estate agent looked at the young couple and couldn't help but sigh.

Well, another free meal.

Real estate agents have seen too many couples living in cramped rental apartments, frequently visiting sales centers to look at properties, dreaming of buying a house in the future and looking forward to their future life, but neither of them can afford to buy a house.

Those couples are like Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue now.

Despite this, the real estate agent's enthusiasm remains undiminished, because he firmly believes that not being able to afford a house now does not mean that one will not be able to afford it in the future, and that one's future potential cannot be denied.

In his view, every customer who cannot afford a house is a potential future customer.

But as the real estate agent listened, something felt off.

All I heard was Zhong Tingyue say, “My dream house is not like yours, which is a duplex, but a real two-story building, at least seven or eight meters high. Your house is not tall.”

"And your apartment is poorly located. While it's close to the Bund, that's all it is; it's too close to that so-called Tomson Riviera, which is so famous that people often film it, violating your privacy..."

The real estate agent was stunned.

Did I hear that right?

Are you sure your boyfriend owns an apartment on the Bund, next to Tomson Riviera?

You're not kidding, are you?

The real estate agent immediately turned his attention to Chu Fang. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Chu Fang exuded the same aura as those previously unattainable big clients.

This feeling immediately startled him.

Good heavens, buddy, are you really buying a house?

Chu Fang pointed to the floor that Zhong Tingyue favored and said, "Handsome, I'll buy it."

Before the real estate agent could speak, Zhong Tingyue said, "I can buy it myself, I don't need to."

“I didn’t buy it for you, it’s just that I wanted to buy it. I don’t have enough assets under my name, I need to convert my savings into assets to hedge against inflation,” Chu Fang said. “Zhong Tingyue, can you not be so greedy? Why do you always want to put your own name on it?”

“… …” Zhong Tingyue glared at him, “You’re not allowed to buy my house.”

“Is it yours? It belongs to someone else’s sales center,” Chu Fang said. “By the time you have the money, this house will have already been sold. Then I will sell it to you for three times the price.”

Zhong Tingyue almost gritted her teeth: "No wonder you're so good at finance."

Chu Fang ignored her and said to the real estate agent, "I'll give you a phone number. Contact my private lawyer, and he'll handle the necessary paperwork."

The real estate agent was practically bent over, bowing deeply. Once the two figures disappeared from sight, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted his forehead.

"What kind of eyesight do you have? You can't even recognize a god."