After learning the whole story, Zhong Tingyue looked at her boyfriend and raised an eyebrow: "Oh, so he's quite the romantic."

“No, I’m just overflowing with sympathy,” Chu Fang retorted.

Do you have feelings for her?

"If you had an idea, you would have done it already. Why would it be your turn?" Chu Fang glanced at him sideways.

Do you believe she has feelings for you?

"What does that have to do with me?" Chu Fang said dismissively. "There are plenty of people in the world who have opinions about me, do you think I should care about them all?"

"Scumbag!"

Chu Fang "..."

I didn't do anything wrong, and I'm still called a scumbag?

... ...

As winter gradually approached, life seemed to become ordinary. On weekdays, Zhong Tingyue would go to get off work and come home, and at night she would push Chu Fang out for a walk. On weekends, sometimes they would stay at home all day, and sometimes the two of them would go out to play, watch movies, go to Disneyland... ...doing everything that boyfriends and girlfriends should do.

Chu Fang was quite content with this kind of life; there weren't many exciting activities, and a simple, peaceful life was the best.

On this day, Chu Fang went to Fangzheng Investment Co., Ltd. Kang Bo called him last night, saying that he wanted him to meet a client in person.

Early in the morning, Chu Fang squeezed his wheelchair into the elevator and immediately heard a voice next to him: "Tsk, so annoying. I don't know what's wrong with the company's boss. He insists that we wear formal attire. If I wear a suit, people will think I'm an insurance salesman when I leave the community."

“Exactly,” another voice chimed in. “We stayed with the company based on our abilities, not our clothes. We’re not male models.”

The two chatted idly, criticizing the company's rules and regulations.

When the elevator arrived at Fangzheng Investment Company, Chu Fang took the lead and walked into the company. The receptionist and senior employees greeted him respectfully: "President Chu".

Chu Fang nodded and went inside the company.

The two men who had just stepped out of the elevator stood frozen in place, staring at each other.

Could it be... that he is the elusive CEO Chu?

I was thinking, he's not lame, is he?

Oh no...

... .

"President Chu, what's this?" Kang Bo asked hesitantly as he entered Kang Bo's office.

"I became lame because I saved a child from falling from a great height," Chu Fang replied.

A distinct question mark appeared in Kang Bo's mind: ?

Are you kidding me?

Chu Fang rolled his eyes.

Of course, I can't exactly say I sprained my ankle, can I?

That would make me look so stupid.

A while ago, Chu Chu honestly answered that he had sprained his ankle, and he suffered a lot of ridicule. Rong Shunping even posted about his sprained ankle in the class group, and he almost lost all face.

From then on, no matter who asked him, he would just give a random answer, regardless of whether the reply satisfied the other party.

He didn't care.

Believe it or not, it's up to you. If you don't believe it, that's fine too.

Not long after, the client arrived. Chu Fang chatted with the client for a while, then saw them off and turned to Kang Bo, saying, "Reject them. I don't want to cooperate with them."

“Okay.” Kang Bo nodded in agreement.

He immediately ended the idea of ​​cooperating with the client, without asking further about Chu Fang's thoughts.

This is what Chu Fang admires most about Kang Bo: he adheres to his duties and never oversteps his boundaries.

Chu Fang maneuvered his wheelchair away from the company. As soon as he stepped out, he ran into the two subordinates who had just made those outrageous remarks. The two men looked extremely embarrassed, but still managed stiff smiles: "Hello, Mr. Chu... Mr. Chu."

Chu Fang replied, "Okay."

"Mr. Chu... Mr. Chu, we didn't mean it."

"Was that intentional?"

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Huh?

Chu Fang smiled and then left the company.

Chu Fang didn't care what the two people thought. The company itself was an anti-human place, and it was normal for employees and subordinates to have complaints about the company. As long as it didn't affect the company's operation, it was no big deal to complain a little.

However, Chu Fang would not change the company's rules and regulations because of a few complaints.

... ...

A few days later.

An excited heart, trembling hands...

Today is sunny, today is cloudy turning sunny, today... . .

Finally, the day arrived. Chu Fang went to the hospital for the last checkup on his foot. If the checkup was normal, it would mean he could be discharged.

No more wheelchairs, no more feeling like a cripple, no more being mocked by Zhong Tingyue...

Chu Fang felt an inexplicable urge to cry.

"Is it really necessary to be like this?" Zhong Tingyue said softly when she saw her boyfriend's eyes were crystal clear, as if they were covered with a layer of mist. "Anyone who didn't know better would think I was abusing you."

"Abuse!"

"Okay, okay."

You're absolutely right. I don't hold grudges against 'disabled people'.

The two arrived at the hospital, where doctors and a group of nurses conducted a comprehensive examination.

After a thorough examination, the private doctor said, "Mr. Chu, congratulations, your foot has fully healed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Fang jumped up like a monkey, but the next moment his face contorted and he cried out, "Ouch!"

A group of nurses quickly helped him up. Zhong Tingyue gave him a cold glare. He shrank his neck and chuckled. The private doctor said in a helpless tone, "Your foot has healed, but it still needs rest and exercise to return to its previous normal state. Sudden strenuous exercise will still cause some pain."

Good heavens, what kind of people are these?

I just said my foot was better, and you're already jumping around like that?

How about I give you a spring so you can just jump straight into outer space?

Chu Fang complained, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Have you waited until the doctor has finished speaking?" Zhong Tingyue asked, glancing sideways.

Chu Fang shrank his neck: "Hehe, sorry."

The private doctor shook his head: "It's my fault..."

Chu Fang pointed at the other party triumphantly: "See? He said it was his fault."

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

The nurses covered their mouths and laughed.

The private doctor felt dizzy, as if a huge pot had fallen from the sky.

After a final examination by the private doctor, who prescribed some medication for recovery, the two left the hospital.

As Chu Fang walked out the door, he turned back to look at the hospital and vowed, "From now on, I will never come here again."

He paused, as if remembering something, and looked Zhong Tingyue up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement: "I'm starting to believe what that fortune teller said. You really are a 'lone star destined for misfortune.' Before I met you, I hadn't been to the hospital for years, but after I met you, I've come several times."

At this point, his voice rose a few decibels: "Tell me, are you really a 'lone star'?"

Zhong Tingyue felt an indescribable helplessness and uttered the most famous curse word among the people of the Central Plains: "Damn it!"

“That won’t do,” Chu Fang retorted. “I can call you ‘Mother,’ but you must call me ‘Father.’ That’s the rule!”

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

She couldn't connect with someone like Chu Fang, so she strode home.