It was late at night when I got home. The moonlight shone on the ground, turning the earth into a silvery gray.

Zhong Rou was still waiting for the three of them at home. After hearing the story of tonight, the little girl was particularly excited and started punching wildly: "If I go, I'll knock that woman down with one punch and let her taste the power of my Zhong-style Eight Fists!"

Yang Meina stroked Zhong Rou's head and said softly, "If you go, I won't be able to earn any money."

Given Zhong Rou's personality and destructive nature, the victim easily becomes the perpetrator.

But then I lost 100,000 yuan in income.

Yang Meina took out a hundred yuan, handed it to the little girl, and said, "Go to sleep, you have to study tomorrow."

"Oh." Upon seeing the banknotes, Zhong Rou immediately smiled, raised her head, and saluted. "Thank you, Sister Na. Please let me know if you need anything in the future."

"Go to sleep."

"Yes, sir!"

Upon seeing her younger sister enter the room, Zhong Tingyue said to Chu Fang, "You should also get some rest."

He replied, "Do you want me to cook you two some dishes?"

He could tell that the two of them were going to have a long chat tonight.

"Need not."

Seeing this, he didn't say anything more and didn't interrupt the two sisters' chat.

Only the two sisters remained in the living room. Zhong Tingyue placed the packed cold dishes on the table, including chicken feet and lotus root slices. Yang Meina, knowing where Chu Fang kept his fine wine, took it out and said, "Red wine is boring and tasteless. Oh, there's Moutai. I have to try it."

"Won't your Chu Fang cause me trouble, will he?"

Chu Fang, wearing slippers, said, "Drink as much as you can, as long as you can handle it."

Yang Meina's eyes darted around: "Can I get cash instead?"

“... ..."

The two sisters sat at the table. Yang Meina poured two glasses of wine, then gently clinked them together. She took a small sip and said, "Tsk, it's truly good wine. It's not much different from the Jiang Xiaobai outside."

"I can't taste any difference either."

Zhong Tingyue rarely drinks alcohol, but she has a good tolerance for it.

Yang Meina swayed as she took a wad of banknotes from her pocket, placed them on the table, and said, "You also contributed tonight, this is your reward."

The two were childhood friends and knew each other's thoughts too well. From the moment Yang Meina collapsed, Zhong Tingyue already knew her childhood friend's plan: to extort money from the middle-aged woman.

We can't let ourselves be beaten for nothing.

That's why she was so hysterical, fighting for her childhood friend's rights.

The two worked together seamlessly.

Zhong Tingyue naturally accepted the stack of money, and said with a slight parting of her lips, "Try to avoid those people in the future."

“I had no choice.” Yang Meina downed her liquor in one gulp and shrugged. “I’ve been conscientious enough. I didn’t rip off that man too much money, and I didn’t even accept the transfers. But what else could I do? Should I grab his hand and stop him from sending gifts? If I didn’t make money, my conscience would really bother me.”

There are too many fools these days, and not enough swindlers.

Yang Meina didn't even lie, nor did she give the other party any hope, but the fool still wanted to reach into her pocket.

She just wanted to make some money online and didn't want the internet to affect her real life.

Zhong Tingyue understood that her childhood friend was already doing very well in that circle, so she thought for a moment and suggested, "Why don't you come to my studio?"

"Going to work? No way, that's so boring." Hearing this, Yang Meina waved her hand. "Besides, I can't do anything right, so there's no point in getting a salary for nothing."

"Chu Fang Company..."

Yang Meina didn't care: "I'm not going either. I'm doing just fine with my job now, it's easy and comfortable."

She paused, noticing someone staring at them, and turned to look at Chu Fang; "What are you doing sneaking around? Want to hear what we sisters are talking about? How can a grown man like you be so gossipy? Do you want to know what color my underwear is? I'll tell you."

"black."

"roll!"

Seeing that the two of them were alright, Chu Fang went inside. Yang Meina glared angrily at the door, then turned to her childhood friend and complained, "Why don't you do anything about him? He's a complete scoundrel."

Zhong Tingyue said calmly, "You said it yourself."

Yang Meina crossed her arms, sulking inwardly, but after a few drinks, her anger dissipated, and she said, "Chu Fang is not bad, he's a very good person."

If Chu Fang were to hear this now, he would surely be moved to tears.

He didn't hear a single word of praise for himself from Yang Meina.

Zhong Tingyue said, "You need a boyfriend."

"In no mood!"

"Why?"

“Sister, I’m perfectly fine on my own. Why would I need a boyfriend? It would only add to my troubles,” Yang Meina said. “Not everyone can find someone like you, Chu Fang, who is rich, handsome, gentle, and devoted to love. What a perfect man.”

She paused, then said with a sigh, "I've come to understand men these days. Not a single one of them is good. Whether poor or rich, their minds are always preoccupied with those same things. But once they get what they want, they don't cherish it; they even discard it like worn-out shoes..."

The sound echoed in the room as Zhong Tingyue listened quietly to her childhood friend's story.

After graduating from high school, Yang Meina entered the workforce, took on many jobs, encountered many things, met many people, and experienced all sorts of human relationships and the coldness and warmth of human nature.

Having gone through so much, she cherishes her sisterly bond with Zhong Tingyue even more.

After observing for half a year, she finally came to a true understanding of Chu Fang: he was a very good person.

The wine doesn't intoxicate, but the person does. Yang Meina, who used to have a high alcohol tolerance, gradually got drunk and collapsed in front of the table, muttering to herself.

Chu Fang stroked his chin: "You can't hold your liquor either."

He and Zhong Tingyue then helped Yang Meina into Zhong Tingyue's room, where the latter took care of her while the former cleaned.

After cleaning up, Chu Fang boiled some honey water, which Zhong Tingyue fed to her childhood friend before falling into a deep sleep.

Zhong Tingyue covered herself with the quilt, pressed down the gaps around the edges, and left the room.

Chu Fangzheng and Lily stared at each other, but as soon as they saw Zhong Tingyue, the tabby cat instantly dropped its fighting stance and lay down at Zhong Tingyue's feet.

"Hehe..." Upon seeing this, he smiled like a child, "You're still a bit short when it comes to competing with me."

Zhong Tingyue sat down next to him: "Thank you for your help tonight."

"It's no trouble at all." Chu Fang took Zhong Tingyue's delicate hand. It was smooth and tender, just like the skin of a newborn baby. It was simply wonderful to touch.

enjoy!

"However... I never expected you, Zhong Tingyue, to be that kind of person. Tonight, you argued with that middle-aged woman like a shrew, you could even call it a shrew's rant. When did you learn that skill?"