As always, the weather in Chengdu was overcast and gloomy.

People often say that people from Chengdu have fair skin, which is naturally due to living in such weather year-round.

Chu's mother was packing her luggage, as she was going to stay in Shanghai for a few days and needed various daily necessities.

Grandma Chu Fang was also tidying up her clothes nearby and said, "Daughter, you go ahead, I won't go."

"No!" Chu's mother pouted. "If we leave, you'll be home alone. I won't feel comfortable leaving you like this. You're so old now, and your father has already left..."

As she spoke, Chu's mother's eyes reddened. Seeing this, Chu's maternal grandmother quickly comforted her, "Alright, alright, I'll go with you."

"Okay, once we get to Shanghai, I'll take you to those big hospitals for a checkup. My sweetheart and I have already agreed on that..."

After calming down, Chu's mother started rambling on about her trip to Shanghai.

Chu's mother packed the items she wanted to bring into several boxes, including toiletries, clothes, some local specialties, and small gifts.

Chu's mother prepared gifts for everyone: Chu Fang, Chu Yi, Gao Ruoyun, Zhong Ping, and even her daughter-in-law, with whom she had some conflicts.

She considered herself a polite mother-in-law and believed she shouldn't be so stingy.

After lunch, Chu's mother patted her forehead, rode her electric scooter up the mountain, and arrived at Chu's maternal grandfather's grave. She sat down in front, burned paper money, and softly said, "Dad, are you doing well over there? Do you have enough money? If not, please come to me in a dream. I'm going to Shanghai and won't be able to see you for several days, so please don't be angry."

She took a deep breath and said, "Dad, I know myself best. I get nervous when faced with important matters, and I'm very nervous today, nervous to see Zhong Tingyue's parents..."

Chu's mother was not as relaxed as she appeared; she was quite reserved.

This meeting is crucial to Chu Fang's happiness for the rest of his life.

After talking to herself for a long time, Chu's mother felt much better after venting her emotions. She then stood up, patted her bottom, and said, "Dad, I'm leaving tomorrow. I won't be able to come see you for a few days. Take care."

After saying that, Chu's mother skipped and hopped down the mountain on her electric scooter. A gentle breeze swept by, causing the tree branches to sway.

... ...

The two elders from Zhongyuan were also packing their personal belongings, planning to head to Shanghai tomorrow.

Gao Ruoyun was busy, while Zhong Ping was sitting with his legs crossed, scrolling through short videos. Gao Ruoyun was furious: "Can you stop acting like a lord and help me out? There are Chinese yams in the fridge. Can you take them out and pack them for me? Xiao Chu likes them."

Iron yam is a specialty of the Central Plains. It is not only delicious when cooked, but also has the effects of nourishing the spleen and stomach, promoting body fluid production and benefiting the lungs, and tonifying the kidneys and astringing essence. It is known as a "nutritious delicacy".

Chu Fang really liked that thing.

Just to emphasize, it's not because it's good for the kidneys, but because stewed meat is delicious.

"Oh, right, and that Xinyang Maojian tea too. I remember Chu Fang's father likes to drink tea," Gao Ruoyun instructed her husband.

"Don't you have a problem with Chu Fang's mother?" Zhong Ping said.

"Having a problem with Chu Fang's mother doesn't mean you have a problem with anyone else. Is your brain a diode?" Gao Ruoyun glanced at her sideways.

She did have some issues with Chu's mother.

Why target your own daughter?

Why would anyone label Zhong Tingyue a "cursed lone star"? She is a piece of her own flesh and blood, and cannot be slandered.

If it weren't for the fact that her daughter genuinely liked Chu Fang, and that Chu Fang was a good person who took care of them both, she wouldn't have wanted her daughter to marry into Chu's mother's family.

In Gao Ruoyun's eyes, Chu's mother was a naive and superstitious person who, to put it bluntly, had never experienced setbacks and was spoiled.

"Then why did you buy a silk scarf for Chu Fang's mother?"

"none of your business!"

Why are there so many questions?

Zhong Ping smiled and helped his wife pack her things. When it got dark, Gao Ruoyun went to remind the neighbor next door that she would be going to Shanghai for a few days and asked the neighbor to look after the house.

Upon hearing that he was going to Shanghai, his neighbor was envious: "Shanghai? That's an international metropolis. I've never left the Central Plains in my entire life."

Gao Ruoyun waved her hand dismissively: "Hey, it's nothing special. The houses are a bit taller, there are more cars, and more people. It's about the same as here."

Gao Ruoyun had been to Shanghai, so she didn't have any biases; in her heart, Shanghai was nothing compared to her own small plot of land.

"You're really living the good life." While chatting with the neighbors, a few friends from the same village came over. They chatted casually. "Your eldest daughter is capable of opening her own studio, and the boyfriend she chose is also a company boss. You'll have endless blessings to enjoy for the rest of your life."

"Exactly, your family's ancestral graves must be emitting auspicious smoke."

"My daughter told me that Yue'er's boyfriend is worth at least hundreds of millions, so much money..." Yang Meina's mother heard a few words from her daughter and was very envious.

Gao Ruoyun said, "Chu Fang is quite good, but... it's not as simple as you think."

She was somewhat worried, not because of Chu Fang, but because of Chu's mother, who was clearly a difficult character.

... ...

The next day, Zhong Tingyue got up early, went to the studio, convened a meeting with her subordinates, and then assigned tasks.

With both sets of elders arriving, she naturally focused on receiving them, putting her work aside for the time being.

In essence, Chung Ting-yue is a traditional woman. She is capable, career-minded, and passionate about her work, hoping to realize her self-worth. However, if there is a conflict between work and family, she will choose the latter without hesitation.

Family is more important than work!

After handing over her work, she didn't linger and left the studio immediately.

"Hiss..." Jiang Wenzhen stared at the beautiful figure. "Time flies so fast. It's been more than a year already. Sister Zhong and Chu Fang have both met their parents and discussed their marriage. I still don't understand how they got together."

The chubby boy shrugged: "Perhaps... this is love."

"Tch!" Jiang Wenzhen glanced at her sideways.

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue left the studio and headed home. After exiting the stairs, she entered the room next door, which was the room that Zhong Tingyue and He Yi used to rent. Chu Fang had bought it, but it had always been vacant.

Chu Fang was seen sweeping the room with a broom.

With the arrival of both families—Chu's parents, Chu's maternal grandmother, Zhong Ping, and Gao Ruoyun—the room they shared was not big enough.

Clean the room and make it available for their use.

Upon entering the room, Zhong Tingyue tied her hair up high and pulled her sleeves up to her arms, giving her a more dashing and heroic air. She picked up the mop and started cleaning the room.

"Ugh, following you is such a pain." Zhong Tingyue patted her back, feigning exhaustion. "You're supposed to be a billionaire, why do you always have to do everything yourself? What's the use of all that money you've earned?"

"Hehe..." Chu Fang grinned, "Don't you think cleaning the room is a very interesting thing?"

I don't think so.

“... ..."

There's really no need to be so straightforward.

Zhong Tingyue concluded, "You're just bored."

Chu Fang nodded: "That's true."

He admitted that he works a regular 9-to-5 job like everyone else and definitely doesn't have that much enthusiasm for cleaning, but sorry... he's not an ordinary person, but a rich guy who earns ten million a day.

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

Sometimes it's really unpleasant to hear my boyfriend showing off, especially when he does it so smoothly.

"Hmm... I'm sad." Chu Fang looked around the house.

"?"

"With their arrival, I had to 'go back to my old ways and make a living on my own' again."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes and said, "Let's get down to business."

"Bear with it!"

Now Chu Fang understands that wine is a poison that burns through the intestines, and lust is a knife that scrapes the bones. He is fearless of the former, but the latter is ingested to the bone marrow.

You can abstain from alcohol, but you must indulge in lust.

I am mortal with gambling and drugs!

What if I can't stand it anymore?

"Make it cold!"

"How about..." Chu Fang glanced at the time; it was only morning, and their elders wouldn't arrive in Shanghai until evening. "We could take advantage of the free time..."

"no!"

"It has to work, even if it doesn't work!"

Chu Fang didn't care about anything else. He abandoned everything, picked up Zhong Tingyue, and headed to the next room. The latter struggled for a moment, then stopped moving.

The noises continued in the bedroom until the afternoon.

"Get up, it's time to pick up our parents."

Chu Fang stared at the ceiling, contemplating the meaning of life, and answered slowly, "I don't want to."

"If your mother knew about my behavior, she would say I'm a 'jinx' again."

"You're a vixen."

“… …” Zhong Tingyue checked the time. It was 2 PM. Chu Fang’s parents would arrive in Shanghai by plane at 7 PM, and her own parents would arrive by high-speed rail at 8 PM. There was no rush to pick them up. She rolled over and pinned Chu Fang down: “Okay, let’s continue.”

Chu Fang immediately abandoned any notion of meaning in life: "Success."

The sound rang out again.

3 PM.

"Why don't you continue sleeping for a while?"

"become."

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

"It's still early."

Chu Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Uh... it's getting late."

Are you sure you can do it?

"OK."

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

"or?"

Chu Fang's face turned pale, and his lips twitched: "It's not that I can't do it, but it takes at least an hour to get to the airport, including traffic."

Today was a crazy day.

I've spent almost all of this morning in bed, and I've only eaten a few pieces of bread and a bottle of milk. I really can't take it anymore.

Chu Fang was starting to feel the strain.

Of course, Zhong Tingyue wasn't much better off. She felt her legs moving involuntarily and thought to herself, "A living, breathing birth!"

The two locked eyes and instantly agreed to fight again on another day.

... ...

"It's holiday time," Wenqing said softly to Zhong Rou, "Rou Rou, what's wrong? You haven't seemed happy all day?"

“Sigh…” Zhong Rou sighed deeply, “My parents have arrived in Shanghai, and the nightmare has begun.”

"..." Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then comforted her, "It's alright."

The two had known each other for more than half a year, and naturally had heard a lot about Zhong Rou's parents' story. Gao Ruoyun had beaten her a lot since she was a child, and with Zhong Tingyue in charge, the heroine Zhong had already anticipated her life in the next few days.

Tragic, helpless, weak...

Zhong Rou cast aside her fears, clenched her fist and thrust it forward, the wind rippling around her: "Forget it, a real man is born into this world, no matter how difficult or dangerous the obstacles are, one punch is enough."

Back at the Tanhua residential area, she ran home as fast as she could. When she arrived, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue had just finished getting ready, and the three of them went down to the underground parking lot to greet her parents.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Chu Fang asked, "Which car are you planning to drive?"

Because the two sets of elders were traveling by different modes of transportation, the two had to split up. Chu Fang picked up her parents and grandmother, while the Zhong sisters picked up their parents.

There are two cars ahead, one is a Bentley and the other is a Rolls-Royce.

The Rolls-Royce I bought after spraining my ankle has arrived, but I didn't put it in Zhonghai Mingyuan; instead, I put it in Tanhua Community.

In this garage where the average price of a car is two to three hundred thousand yuan, the Rolls-Royce stands out.

“I’ll try out the Rolls-Royce and see what it’s like to be a nobleman in a car.” Zhong Tingyue took the car keys, nodded to Chu Fang, and said, “Let’s go.”

Chu Fang then got into the Bentley and left the Tanhua residential area for the airport.

It was a little after 5 p.m., the rush hour, and traffic was congested everywhere, but he wasn't bothered by it.

... ...