The parents of both sides chatted ahead, while Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue followed behind, the sun warming them.

Chu Fang put his arm around Zhong Tingyue's shoulder, looking like a good buddy: "Ms. Zhong."

"explain."

"Given that your boyfriend and future husband is worth billions, or even hundreds of billions, with such enormous assets, one child is definitely not enough to handle it. Therefore, in order to reduce the burden of having children, we should have more children."

"one."

"No way! That child would be so lonely without a sibling."

"Isn't it you who's with that child?"

Chu Fang stroked his chin and pondered for a few seconds: "At least three."

Zhong Tingyue parted her lips: "You think I'm a pig?"

"That's impossible!" Chu Fang patted his chest. "You're much more precious than a pig."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue clenched her fists again, displaying her delicate pink fists, and the two began to playfully fight.

The parents on both sides turned around and looked back, both with faint smiles on their faces.

As Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue were playfully bickering, they suddenly arrived at a real estate sales center. Zhong Tingyue stopped chasing and looked up at the sales center in front of her. Chu Fang tilted his head, and the former took the latter's arm: "Come on, let's go in and take a look."

Upon entering the sales center, the two examined the house model.

Not far away, there were several saleswomen. One of them, with a pretty face, nudged her colleague next to her and said, "Go and greet those two customers."

“I’m not going,” a colleague said. “These clients are too difficult to please these days, and most of them are just here to watch the show. They don’t have the financial means to buy a house. After entertaining them all, I’ll be exhausted and won’t get anything out of it.”

With the economy slowing down and housing prices soaring, people's desire to buy houses and their economic strength have declined significantly. However, there are still many customers who only look but do not buy, which has exhausted the saleswomen and made them lose their passion for serving customers.

"you go."

"Why should I go? I'm not going!"

"Xiaoli, you go ahead. You're new here, so it's perfect for you to get to know more clients," the pretty saleswoman instructed.

Having just joined the company, Xiaoli had no choice but to obey the senior employees' arrangements and head towards the two clients.

Chu Fang looked at the house model: "Ms. Zhong, have you finally saved enough for a down payment on a house?"

Despite being with Chu Fang and having his backing of billions or even hundreds of billions, which destined her to live the life of a wealthy socialite, Zhong Tingyue never gave up her plan to buy a house on her own.

In her words: Men are destined to be unreliable, and if I run away from home in the future, I need a place to settle down.

This was a joke Zhong Tingyue told Chu Fang when they were joking around.

But owning a house in Shanghai is indeed quite important to Zhong Tingyue.

From the moment she started studying in Shanghai, she vowed to own a house there.

In her mind, she is an independent woman with ability, a career, and the ability to buy a house on her own, which, to some extent, is a concrete manifestation of her personal value.

“Hmm~~~” Speaking of this, Zhong Tingyue was quite proud, raising her chin and showing a rare sense of pride on her pretty face.

Chu Fang craned his neck: "How much have you saved?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue's eyes flickered, and she asked somewhat warily, "Why are you asking about that?"

Chu Fang: "... ... Can't we just have some fun? I'm a billionaire, do you think I'd be after your pittance?"

"Then don't ask!"

Just then, sales consultant Xiaoli stepped forward, smiling, and asked, "Hello, gentlemen, how can I help you?"

Zhong Tingyue replied, "I want to buy a house."

"What are your requirements for a house?" Xiaoli asked calmly.

"Hmm..." Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue stroked her chin, thought for less than a second, and then said, "Around a hundred square meters, in a residential area, in a lively neighborhood, with a night market or something..."

She had imagined her own house countless times in her mind, considering its size, location, and so on, so her answer was very firm.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoli thought for a few seconds, then walked to a model, pointed to a house, and said, "I think this one meets your requirements..."

He then recited a series of data about the house, paused, and hesitated before saying, "The conditions are excellent in all aspects, but... it's a bit expensive."

"How many?"

"More than eight million."

"Hiss..." Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue gasped. Although she was an interior designer and understood the general value of houses, she was still surprised to hear the price. "Over eight million..."

Chu Fang glanced at her sideways and said, "Ms. Zhong, can you stop being so unsophisticated? You're scared by just over eight million? I'll buy it for you."

"Good tone..." The saleswoman glanced at Chu Fang casually.

Eight million could buy eight of my lives. Can't you at least write something before you brag?

Zhong Tingyue asked, "How much is the down payment?"

Thirty percent.

She thought for a moment, then said, "Could you take me to see the house?"

The saleswoman nodded.

The three of them left the sales center together. Their colleagues in the distance smiled. It was another day of taking clients out to see properties, and yet another day without any results.

As they left the sales center, Xiaoli prepared to hail a taxi, but Chu Fang told her not to. He walked to the Rolls-Royce and gestured for the two of them to get in.

Even though Xiaoli was a recent graduate and inexperienced, she still recognized the Rolls-Royce's "Spirit of Ecstasy." She froze for a moment, but quickly recovered, saying, "Sir, this is... ..."

Chu Fang answered crisply, "It was stolen."

"ah?"

Seeing the sales consultant's helpless face, he smiled and said, "Can you drive? You know the location, why don't you drive?"

After much back and forth, Chu Fang ended up driving while Xiao Li navigated. The latter knew how to drive, but she was too afraid to. It was a luxury car worth millions, and even a slight bump or scratch could cost her more than she could earn in a lifetime as a sales consultant.

Throughout the journey, Xiaoli was almost completely immersed in shock, which was followed by a surge of joy.

Since these two are so rich, this deal... is a sure thing.

Upon arriving at the residential complex, Xiaoli guided them into the house and began introducing its various aspects. Zhong Tingyue listened attentively, looking around the house while explaining her design ideas to Chu Fang, aiming to create a unique home.

After looking around, Zhong Tingyue was quite satisfied, and then said, "Um... could you make it cheaper?"

Xiaoli: "... ..."

The sales consultant almost doubted his hearing.

Cheaper...

My dear sister, did you say something wrong?

That Rolls-Royce is worth as much as a house, and you're saying... ...can you make it cheaper?

That's not a good idea.

Xiaoli pursed her lips: "Sorry, it's a company policy."

Seeing Zhong Tingyue's barely concealed disappointment, clearly indicating her fondness for the apartment, Chu Fang nudged her arm and patted his chest, making a loud thud.

Your boyfriend and future husband is very capable!

Zhong Tingyue smiled and said, "Thirty percent down payment, two million four hundred thousand. Is that okay? If not, then forget it. I only have that much savings."

Although she is already the owner of a studio, she doesn't have that much savings. Firstly, the studio is small, and secondly, it has only been open for a little over a year, and all the money she had saved before has been invested in the studio.

"No problem." Xiaoli did some mental calculations and nodded.