After the joyful Labor Day holiday, we will have a seven-day work week.

Everyone gets mentally exhausted.

Even a dog couldn't withstand it!

Chu Fang couldn't take it anymore either. He lay down at his workstation, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking utterly dejected.

He tilted his head, looked at the chubby boy, and asked, "How many pounds have you lost?"

Upon hearing this, Cai Guan's face showed obvious grievance: "It's almost ten pounds."

These past few days, Jiang Wenzhen has been pressuring him to lose weight. If he doesn't, she nags him in the ear, which is especially torturous for someone who prefers peace and quiet. So he has no choice but to lose weight.

But losing weight was not what he wanted.

I feel so wronged.

"Brother Chu, could you talk to Sister Zhong and tell her to stop Sister Jiang from tormenting me?" The chubby boy glanced at the front desk and lowered his voice.

"Go find your parents."

“My mom also wants me to lose weight,” Cai Guan replied, pausing for a second before adding, “My mom seems to have misunderstood my relationship with Sister Jiang.”

"So, do you like her?"

"I don't feel anything."

Does she like you?

"She probably just saw me as a joke; Sister Jiang likes handsome guys."

Is it possible that she actually likes ugly people?

“... ..."

The chubby boy ignored Chu Fang.

That's really hurtful.

... ...

"Moon Room Studio, this is it." At that moment, a woman wearing sunglasses arrived at the door, looked at the sign above, and said word by word.

The woman in sunglasses was dressed fashionably, with wavy hair, gold and silver jewelry, and a sparkling necklace that shone brightly; she was clearly wealthy and noble.

Jiang Wenzhen stepped forward to greet her: "Hello, how can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Zhong Tingyue," the woman said with a smile, taking off her sunglasses.

Do you have an appointment?

"No."

"Then please wait a moment."

Jiang Wenzhen called Zhong Tingyue for instructions, then led the woman in sunglasses into the studio before leaving.

Chu Fang lowered his head and asked, "Who's that?"

“A rich man,” Jiang Wenzhen said. “Prada bags, LV clothes, Dior necklaces—all designer brands. You should treat him well.”

"Tch! Aren't I a rich man?" Chu Fang scoffed.

Jiang Wenzhen scratched her face and said, "You're a piece of trash."

Which rich person is like Chu Fang, with hundreds of millions in assets, living in an ordinary neighborhood, with ordinary food, clothing, housing and transportation, no lofty goals, just wasting their days eating and waiting to die?

In Jiang Wenzhen's mind, Chu Fang was a piece of trash.

Hmm... ...a rich but useless person.

In the office, Zhong Tingyue looked at the fashionable woman in front of her and said, "Hello, I am Zhong Tingyue."

"Ruan Donglian," the fashionable woman introduced herself, then went straight to the point, "I've seen your work, it's very good."

Thank you for your compliment.

... ...

As the sun set, a fashionable woman walked out of Zhong Tingyue's office, winked at Chu Fang, and said, "Handsome, you're very handsome."

Chu Fang smiled and said, "You are very beautiful too."

After the fashionable woman left, Zhong Tingyue packed her things, walked out of the office, and pursed her lips: "Why did she praise you?"

Chu Fang stroked his chin and answered seriously, "She likes me."

“... ..."

The two went downstairs and then leisurely went home.

Chu Fang's voice was loud and clear: "What?! No way!"

“But I want to go,” Zhong Tingyue said softly.

"That won't work either."

"I want to develop a studio."

"I'll help you find clients, they're all high-quality clients."

"No!" Zhong Tingyue firmly refused. "That's a villa."

"I'll buy you one set, ten sets, you can play with it however you want, I don't care if you take it apart."

“... ..."

It's really speechless to have a rich boyfriend.

Chu Fang finally sighed, "Go, go, leaving me all alone, lonely and desolate..."

Ruan Donglian, who came today, specifically sought out Zhong Tingyue because she liked her design style and invited her to design the interior of Ruan Donglian's villa, which is not in Shanghai but in Beijing.

Therefore, Zhong Tingyue's business trip to the capital would take at least twenty days.

In response, Zhong Tingyue simply said she would consider it first, and then asked Chu Fang for his opinion, which Chu Fang naturally refused.

It's so impolite of him to ruin his daily life for a villa.

At this moment, Chu Fang had a new definition of Ruan Donglian: What an ugly woman, absolutely hideous!

"Really?" Zhong Tingyue tilted her head.

"Fake!" Chu Fang rolled his eyes.

You're so annoying.

Chu Fang cannot keep Zhong Tingyue by his side simply because of his own needs; she has her own thoughts and an independent personality...

Since Zhong Tingyue wants to do it, then let her do it.

"How about I go with you?" he said after thinking for a moment.

“No need.” Zhong Tingyue shook her head. “Going to the capital is for work. I’ll be busy all the time and the work will be very tiring. Besides, Zhong Rou will still be at home when we leave.”

Chu Fang raised his chin: "That's your sister, what does it have to do with me?"

"Isn't that your sister too?"

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue didn't intend to bring Chu Fang along. This job was very tiring, and she knew her boyfriend well. He couldn't endure any hardship and could only rely on his brain; he was born with a life of wealth and privilege.

Don't suffer with her.

To avoid being physically exhausted and having to feel sorry for my boyfriend.

That's so tiring.

The two strolled home leisurely. Zhong Tingyue took his arm and gently comforted her boyfriend, while Chu Fang remained silent.

I'm home.

Zhong Rou rushed into the house with lightning speed. Hearing that her older sister was going on a business trip, she was even happier than before: "What? Sis, you're going on a business trip? That's great... ...that's terrible. Sis, please don't go, I can't live without you."

"Then I won't go."

Huh? This?

That's not a good idea.

Tonight, Zhong Tingyue cooked the meal. Zhong Rou ate with gritted teeth, her expression a complex mix of sorrow and joy, while Chu Fang ate in small bites, finding even the overly salty dishes tasteless.

Under the cover of night, the moonlight cast a silvery-white glow.

Chu Fang held the back of his head with both hands, gazing at the night view outside the window.

At this moment, he has come to terms with it. Being together means tolerance, change, and acceptance.

If Zhong Tingyue wants to go, then let her go.

Sometimes a short separation is good.