Yang Meina leaned against the doorway, watching Chu Fang cook, and asked curiously, "Hey Chu Fang, can I ask you a question?"

Don't ask.

"No, I'm going to ask anyway."

Why did you ask me for permission? Was it to make yourself seem polite?

Then I heard Yang Meina's voice, in a teasing tone: "Are you impotent?"

Chu Fang stopped what he was doing, turned around to look at Yang Meina, tilted his head, and three big question marks appeared above his head: ???

Yang Meina crossed her arms and said, "Why don't you see those women? Do you know how many female streamers, who were your former lovers, messaged me the day you gave me gifts, asking why I gave you gifts, asking for your contact information, and some even saying they were your wives? You've kept quite a few mistresses on the side."

“... ..."

Chu Fang used to shower female streamers with gifts, and some people thought he liked them. In fact, he was just having fun back then, and he doesn't even remember what any of the female streamers looked like.

Both of us are innocent; where would we get a wife from...?

"So you gave it to me?"

“No.” Yang Meina shook her head. “I plan to sell your information to them whenever I need money. I’ll definitely make a killing.”

"Not allowed to be sold."

Give me five hundred.

“... ..."

So you were waiting for me here?

They're really cunning.

... ...

When Zhong Tingyue woke up, she saw her childhood friend swaying triumphantly and asked curiously, "What did you do? Why are you so happy?"

Yang Meina smiled and said, "I found money when I woke up this morning."

After breakfast, Yang Meina left immediately. She had drunk too much the night before and didn't sleep well, so she needed to go home to catch up on her sleep. Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue then went to the studio.

Dust and sand are rising in the wind; it's Monday again!

Walking down the street, Chu Fang could sense the resentment in the hearts of the working class; that malevolent energy was enough to feed ten evil sword immortals.

He tilted his head, looking at his girlfriend beside him, who asked, "What are you doing?"

Chu Fang said sincerely, "President Zhong, you are so handsome."

A classic plaid shirt and blue jeans, with the shirt tucked in, make him look capable and carefree.

Her long black hair was tied up high, and as she danced with her steps, she exuded youthful energy and confidence.

"Is there a better word to describe it?"

"have."

"What?"

I want to sleep with you.

“... ..."

Walking down the street, he held Zhong Tingyue's slender hand, straightened his chest, and his face was full of pride.

Just then, someone sent him a message. He glanced at it and then said to Zhong Tingyue, "President Zhong, I can't come to work today. I need to ask for leave."

"If you don't approve it, what are you doing?"

"Handling interpersonal relationships and social interactions."

"You still have a sense of social etiquette?" Zhong Tingyue raised her eyebrows.

Chu Fang shrugged: "It's all because of you. Beauty is a curse, and a man who gets angry for a woman has to pay the price. You're too young to understand."

Zhong Tingyue knew Chu Fang's social skills and hummed softly, "It's your own jealousy that's the problem. What does it have to do with me? Go away, go away, you're out of pay for today."

"Give me a kiss." Chu Fang poked his cheek.

Zhong Tingyue pursed his lips and pressed them to his face, and he immediately burst into laughter.

With just one kiss, he felt he had done nothing wrong.

The two parted ways and went home immediately, driving to their destination. They soon arrived at a dock.

He stopped the car and looked ahead.

Just then, the sun was rising, and yachts returned from the open sea and docked at the pier. Handsome men and beautiful women stepped off, the men clearly wealthy and noble, while the women were exceptionally beautiful, but had some health problems and walked with a limp.

This is the bustling side of Shanghai, a side that ordinary people rarely get to experience.

After waiting a moment, he heard a frenzied roar coming from afar, and he turned around to look.

A Ferrari 488 came from afar, its dark body resembling an abyss, drawing everyone's attention.

The car stopped behind him, and a young man in his early twenties got out. He was very thin, with pale skin, like the kind of pale skin that comes from illness, and he exuded an air of pride.

A woman with a hot figure and graceful posture followed beside him.

Upon seeing this, Chu Fang smiled.

This is precisely the main target of his social skills and worldly wisdom today: Guo Yi.

As his name suggests, he is very loyal and righteous. When he learned that someone was harassing Chu Fang's girlfriend, he stood up for her and his company immediately cut off their cooperation with Liu Qingyuan. Otherwise, it would have been really difficult for Chu Fang to make Liu Qingyuan bow down.

Guo Yi and Chu Fang met at a bar. Once, Guo Yi almost drank himself to death, and Chu Fang drove him to the hospital and saved his life. From then on, Guo Yi regarded Chu Fang as his elder brother.

Guo Yi comes from a wealthy family. His father is the chairman of a listed company, making him a true second-generation rich kid. He is very capable and studied abroad at a prestigious university on his own merit. After graduating, he returned home to manage the family affairs and did so very well.

Aside from having a girlfriend and being diligent, and being a bit of a scoundrel, he doesn't have any other major flaws.

As soon as Guo Yi got out of the car, he saw Chu Fang, walked over and hugged him tightly: "Brother Chu, you've become even more handsome."

He answered calmly, "Exercise more."

Do you exercise regularly?

Chu Fang said casually, "I was born that way."

“... ..."

The two exchanged pleasantries, and soon many more young men and women arrived. With a roar, everyone boarded the yacht, which then sailed out to sea.

Chu Fang stood at the very top of the yacht, his hands resting on the railing, watching the young men and women reveling, his voice echoing across the sky.

He felt that this way of getting along seemed quite normal.

You're after my money, and I'm after your body; it's a two-way street.

Very good, very powerful.

This is also why Chu Fang rarely had contact with Guo Yi; every time they met, Guo Yi would take him to various entertainment venues.