As Chu Fang and Zhong Rou left the residential area, they saw Wen Qing waiting ahead, wearing an embroidered skirt and a beret, looking well-behaved and adorable.

After looking at Wen Qing, he then looked at his sister-in-law, who was dressed casually, with her hair in a single ponytail and wristbands on both arms. Her eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if she were filled with murderous intent.

He's incredibly manly, just like a real man.

Comparing the two, Chu Fang sighed.

How will this sister-in-law ever get married?

The three of them went to the hospital together. The hospital was not far away and could be reached on foot.

Wenqing asked, "Rou Rou, what's wrong?"

"I want to kill someone!" Zhong Rou said through gritted teeth.

Her secret stash of money disappeared, and she couldn't sleep all night.

Halfway there, the sister-in-law slipped into the park, found a straight wooden stick about a meter long from somewhere, and started practicing stick techniques as she walked.

Pedestrians turned their gazes in that direction.

They arrived at the hospital shortly afterward and went straight to the examination room. Chu Fang's private doctor had been waiting for a long time and accompanied several nurses to various departments to examine him.

After a series of complex and comprehensive examinations, the private doctor said, "Mr. Chu, your foot is improving, but you still need to rest for a while longer."

"How long will it take to recover? Can it be done faster? Is there any advanced medical technology to treat my foot? I don't care how much it costs," Chu Fang asked.

His foot injury made his life inconvenient; not only could he not go anywhere he wanted, but he also had to endure Zhong Tingyue's ridicule.

Furthermore, Gao Ruoyun and Zhong Ping also said that once Chu Fang's foot is healed, both families will meet in Shanghai to discuss the couple's future.

Therefore, the foot injury was quite urgent.

The nurses watching nearby looked on with envy.

The patient in front of me was not only handsome, but also very wealthy.

This is a very famous private hospital in Shanghai, and Chu Fang can have a private doctor at this hospital, which costs a fortune every year.

"Um... I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, there's no advanced technology in the world to treat foot injuries right now," the private doctor apologized. "It can only heal slowly. I'm really sorry."

Chu Fang waved his hand, and Zhong Rou squatted down next to him to check his leg, saying, "Brother-in-law, how could you sprain your ankle? You're so weak! Why don't you learn 'Zhong Style Eight Fists' with me? I guarantee you'll be in great shape."

“... ..."

After the examination, the doctor prescribed some medicine, and the three of them left.

As they walked out of the hospital, dark clouds gathered in the sky, threatening rain. Chu Fang asked, "Is there anything you two want? I'll try my best to fulfill your request."

The two accompanied him for a medical check-up early in the morning, and he decided to reward them.

Wen Qing shook her head, while Zhong Rou raised her arm: "I want to buy explosives and blow up the school."

Wenqing smiled, pursing her lips.

The pupils of passersby dilate.

Good grief, we've run into terrorists.

Chu Fang sighed and said, "Could you make some more concrete requests?"

Zhong Rou: "Then I want money, lots and lots of money."

Chu Fang: "No, your sister said she can't give you money."

"This won't work, that won't work, what can you do?" Zhong Rou glanced at him sideways.

Chu Fang ignored his sister-in-law's sarcasm, looked up at the sky, and felt a gentle breeze bringing a touch of coolness.

This weather is perfect for a massage and bath.

He immediately took a taxi to a familiar bathhouse.

Upon entering the bathhouse, a manager wearing earplugs and a suit rushed over and bowed slightly: "Mr. Chu, it's been a while since you've been here."

Before Chu Fang could speak, Zhong Rou said, "There's nothing I can do, my leg is lame."

My sister-in-law is a natural "E person," always carefree and outspoken. She asked, "Is this place legitimate?"

Chu Fang had spent at least six figures at this bathhouse, making him a genuine VIP customer. Therefore, when asked by his sister-in-law, he quickly replied, "It's legitimate; it has a business license."

"I'm not going there. Who goes to a legitimate bathhouse? I want to go to one of those 'shady' bathhouses."

Bathhouse Manager: "Hello?"

As Zhong Rou and Chu Fang spent more time together, Zhong Rou learned a few phrases of Sichuan dialect, and the word "歪" in Sichuan dialect means "fake".

Bathhouse Manager: "... ..."

No, what do you, a high school girl, need that's not proper?

Chu Fang interrupted their conversation; he was afraid that if they continued, the bathhouse manager would be tricked by his sister-in-law.

Upon entering the bathhouse, he quietly instructed, "Make arrangements for them."

Needless to say, the bathhouse manager nodded and arranged the best and most expensive package for the two of them.

“Brother-in-law, you seem to know this place very well. You must have been here quite a few times,” Zhong Rou said. “Give me hush money, or I’ll tell my sister.”

Chu Fang glanced sideways and said, "Your sister knows."

Zhong Tingyue had always known that Chu Fang had massage parlors and bathhouses, and that he had various membership cards in his drawers at home, but she didn't really care.

If Chu Fang had any evil intentions, he could just snap his fingers and the people looking for him could stretch from Shanghai to Beijing.

Putting aside worldly views, massage is a way to cultivate the mind and body.

Chu Fang had a leg injury and didn't get a massage. He sat downstairs, looking at the scenery outside. The wind rustled the tree branches.

"Mr. Chu, what would you like to drink?" The bathhouse manager, having settled the two men in, quickly walked over and asked.

"A glass of water."

"Okay." The bathhouse manager nodded.

After a while, he brought over a glass of water and tactfully withdrew.

Chu Fang swung his leg and sent a message to Zhong Tingyue.

[Solo Dating Player: Mr. Zhong, I'm currently at a bathhouse, requesting instructions.]

[Solo player in a dating game: Should I type 666, 888, or 999?]

Wang Shu: ... ...

[Wang Shu: You took my sister and Wenqing to a bathhouse?]

[Wang Shu: Angry Sanzang.JpG]

[Solo player in a dating game: Everyone has to go through something, right? I'm teaching them both.]

[Wang Shu: You're really something.]

[Solo player in a dating game: Are you jealous?]

[Wang Shu: I'm jealous, so jealous! It's so sour!]

Seeing this, Chu Fang felt utterly defeated.

Even though she was already at the bathhouse, the woman showed absolutely no emotion in her words.

The two chatted for a few moments, then Zhong Tingyue continued working, while Chu Fang, sitting in his wheelchair, gazed outside. Some of the technicians whispered curiously among themselves.

"Hey, who's that? Sitting here with the manager, and he's being so respectful."

"That's President Chu, our VIP client. He's spent a lot of money here."

"Oh, I see."

"Sure enough, all men are the same; whether they are ugly or handsome, they all come to places like this."

"You're wrong. Mr. Chu is different from other men. He's been here countless times and has never booked a single technician. Even if a girl is willing to go out with him, he shakes his head and refuses. He only comes here for a massage and relaxation. He's a real oddball."

I don't believe it.

"hehe... ..."