"Hmm, that's strange. Why has President Chu been coming to the company so often these past few days?"

"Have you worked hard and diligently?"

"You have a good sense of humor..."

“... ..."

The employees and subordinates of Yateng Yige watched in astonishment as Chu Fang walked into Ma Junjie's office, their minds filled with questions.

During this period, Chu Fang came to the company almost every day, which is inconsistent with his lazy persona.

However, many employees welcomed Chu Fang's visit because he often treated his subordinates to meals and bought them drinks.

"Why are you here again..." Ma Junjie's tone was filled with helplessness when he saw Chu Fang.

I used to think that this General Manager Chu would come to the company more often, but now I would rather... come less often.

This is so annoying...

"Why can't my company come?" Chu Fang sat across from him. "I've thought it through. You don't have a girlfriend, partly because you're not good enough, and partly because you've been a 'single for years' and don't know how to pursue girls. I've found you a dating coach."

Ma Junjie sighed: "Why are you so concerned about my feelings?"

"Who told you to be my subordinate? I'm a 'kind' person!"

"I'm not going."

"No!" Chu Fang shook his head. "Otherwise, I'll tell your aunt, who is your mother."

A few days ago, while browsing through the employee information of YATeng Yige, Chu Fang found the contact information of Ma Junjie's biological mother and successfully added her on WeChat.

The two sides had a friendly exchange and reached an agreement: to find a girlfriend for Ma Junjie.

"..." Ma Junjie felt a deep sense of helplessness and despair, but finally nodded in agreement.

What can he do?

We can only accept it silently.

Seeing that Ma Junjie accepted, Chu Fang smiled and stopped disturbing his work. He then left the office and, seeing the cautious glances directed at him, smiled broadly and said, "I'll treat everyone to afternoon tea."

Upon hearing this, the entire company erupted in thunderous cheers.

... ...

Night falls. Shanghai is shrouded in drizzle tonight, but the bar street is as lively as ever—deafening music, wildly swaying hips, and the heavy scent of perfume...

Chu Fang brought Ma Junjie to the bar. When Ren Feiping saw them, he quickly came over and said with a smile, "Young Master Chu, it's been a long time."

"Long time no see, are you still doing that kind of business?" Chu Fang replied.

The only relationship mentor he knew was Ren Feiping, who frequented nightclubs and had an unparalleled understanding of women's psychology.

"Sigh, the economy is bad, and business at the bar is poor, so I have no choice but to go back to my old ways," Ren Feiping said slowly, then looked at Ma Junjie.

After the two got to know each other, Chu quietly left.

He sat at the bar and said to the waiter, "Give me a plate of stir-fried pork over rice."

“... ..."

Brother, this is a bar, not a restaurant... The waiter was quite helpless. Why did this guy always order rice bowls when he came to the bar? But remembering Ren Feiping's instructions, and that Chu Fang would spend tens of thousands of yuan almost every time he came to the bar, he swallowed his complaints, gestured to wait a moment, left the bar, and went outside to buy food.

As Chu Fang sipped his drink, he observed his surroundings, admiring the youthful, energetic figures and lively young men and women, and remarked, "Getting old."

Just then, a figure came into his view: Du Xuan, Zhong Tingyue's hostile old classmate, was sitting alone in a booth, drinking alone in silence.

Suddenly, a man approached and struck up a conversation. After some discussion, Chu Fang thought that since the man was Zhong Tingyue's classmate, he should help him. He then stepped forward and patted the man on the shoulder, saying, "Hey, buddy."

"Who do you think you are? Don't you know the order of arrival?" The man frowned slightly.

"Excuse me, sir, our bar does not allow harassment of women. Please leave." Two bar security guards approached the man and said.

The man glanced at the security guard, then at Chu Fang, realizing that this was someone he couldn't afford to offend, and left dejectedly.

Du Xuan looked at Chu Fang and said, "Thank you."

"fine."

"You came to the bar alone?"

“Hmm… there’s one more.” Chu Fang pointed to Ma Junjie in the corner.

"Hehe." Du Xuan chuckled. "Zhong Tingyue actually trusts you to come to a bar?"

"Since the bar has a business license, why can't we come?" Chu Fang shrugged. Just then, the stir-fried pork rice bowl he ordered arrived, and he immediately sat down to eat it.

Seeing Chu Fang come to the bar, eat rice bowls, and drink Wahaha, Du Xuan found it very interesting.

"Oh, by the way, Song Song doesn't have feelings for your friend, I'm very sorry," Du Xuan said.

"It's alright." Chu Fang nodded. "Old Ma is the same."

Du Xuan hesitated for a moment: "You seem to be very hostile towards me?"

“Hmm… ” Chu Fang hesitated for a moment, then replied honestly, “Yes.”

Lying is an essential skill for everyone, and Chu Fang is no exception, but he weighs whether lying is beneficial to himself.

Chu Fang thought about it for a moment and realized that lying wouldn't do him any good, so he told the truth.

"Why?"

“You are hostile towards Zhong Tingyue, and you deliberately commercialize our relationship, treating it as a relationship built on money,” Chu Fang said.

Du Xuan pursed her lips: "I'm sorry, I feel bad for what I said."

Chu Fang seemed to know why Zhong Tingyue hadn't retorted to Du Xuan. Judging from the way she apologized, it was clear that Du Xuan wasn't a bad person.

He then took the opportunity to back down: "It's alright, there were some things I said that weren't right either, don't take it to heart."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Du Xuan then asked about how they got together, and Chu Fang recounted the story in detail.

Upon hearing that it was Zhong Tingyue who had pursued him, Du Xuan's pupils widened in astonishment. She never expected that her cold old classmate, the goddess in the hearts of so many, would actually be pursuing Chu Fang.

"You made this up?"

"To be honest," Chu Fang straightened his chest slightly, "with my looks and age, why can't she pursue me?"

Du Xuan said quietly, "I always feel that there's... an element of artistic embellishment in it."

“... ..."