Chu Fang stared intently at Ren Feiping, seeing seriousness and determination in the latter's eyes.

He shook his head, unsure whether what Ren Feiping said was true or false.

Well, everyone has their own opportunities, so why should he say too much?

"Suit yourself, I'm leaving." Chu Fang sighed. "Anyway, you should mind your own business and not hurt that girl again, or you'll be struck by lightning."

He then left, while Ren Feiping gazed ahead, his brows slightly furrowed, as if deep in thought.

... ...

Before leaving get off work, Chu Fang arrived at the studio.

Jiang Wenzhen said sarcastically as soon as she saw him, "Oh my, isn't this... you know?"

Chu Fang paused for a moment: "Um?"

Jiang Wenzhen covered her mouth: "That bastard."

Chu Fang: "..."

Everyone in the studio left work, and Chu Fang waited a moment before seeing Zhong Tingyue walk out of the office, linking her arm with his: "Jiang Wenzhen recommended a delicious restaurant to me, let's go try it."

"Okay," Chu Fang nodded.

I often eat at home, but sometimes eating out also has its own unique flavor.

The two walked side by side, chatting about what had happened that day.

"Scumbag!"

"Scumbag!"

"A morally despicable and utterly vile creature!"

“... ..."

Upon hearing that Tong Rui was raising a child alone and working overtime like crazy to earn money, Zhong Tingyue seemed to be immersed in the situation, and kept cursing Ren Feiping, degrading him from a human being to an animal, or even less than an animal, and saying that Ren Feiping should be torn apart by five horses.

Zhong Tingyue glanced at Chu Fang sideways: "You're no better!"

"What does it matter to me if he's a jerk?"

"He's your friend, what good could he be?"

“... ..."

So you're even going so far as to 'exterminate nine generations of relatives'?

Driving, we soon arrived at the place recommended by Jiang Wenzhen, a restaurant serving Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles.

The restaurant was now full of guests.

Fortunately, there were still a few empty seats, so Chu Fang and his companion sat down and ordered food.

Before long, the waiter brought out two bowls of steaming hot Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles, their colors vibrant and their aroma rich and enticing.

Chu Fang scooped a spoonful of soup and gestured for Zhong Tingyue to do the same. They clinked their spoons together, and Chu Fang said, "Let me say a few words. At this turn of the century, today's meal is of great historical significance; it is meant to leave a deep mark on history... ..."

"That's bullshit!" Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes. "Where did you get this urge to give a speech while we were having a meal?"

"... ..." Chu Fang pouted slightly.

This woman is so annoying!

I must say, the food at this restaurant recommended by Jiang Wenzhen is quite good. The first bite is full of umami flavor, followed by a smooth and silky texture.

Chu Fang ordered the spicy rice noodles, which had a mild spiciness and were especially fragrant, with the aroma of chili oil from Sichuan and Chongqing.

As winter approaches and the weather gets colder, eating a bowl of Crossing-the-Bridge Noodles can warm you up instantly, which is quite pleasant.

Beads of sweat glistened on Zhong Tingyue's delicate eyebrows, her pretty face flushed with a faint blush, her skin as smooth and delicate as a newly blossoming flower petal, with a subtle pinkish hue.

"Hmm... ...really good." After finishing her meal, Zhong Tingyue patted her stomach rather inelegantly as she paid the bill: "I've decided, I'm going to make this my private restaurant."

"Your little belly is showing," Chu Fang teased.

"None of your business!"

After scanning the code to pay, the two left. A few steps later, at the parking area, they saw a group of teenagers sitting on electric scooters. They had large tattoos on their bodies and were clearly a group of energetic young people. They were looking Chu Fang's Rolls-Royce up and down. One of them reached out and touched it, instantly feeling extremely happy.

As Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue slowly approached, one of the bolder individuals asked, "Is this your car?"

Chu Fang nodded and asked, "Yes, is there something you need?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's very cool," the bold young man replied. "This car must be very expensive, right?"

"Um... it's alright."

A companion nearby asked, "How good is 'good'?"

"..." This sentence almost choked Chu Fang.

Why is this kid so stubborn? Can't you tell that it was just a casual excuse? You just have to get to the bottom of it, don't you?

"Are you stupid?" another companion patted the stubborn young man on the shoulder. "See the little golden figure on the hood? This is a Rolls-Royce, the top-of-the-line car. Can you describe it as 'good'? It's extremely good!"

"Wow... This is a Rolls-Royce. I heard each one is worth millions."

"Oh my god, I just touched it, am I going to have to pay for it?"

“... ..."

Chu Fang said, "No need to pay compensation," and the group of energetic young men breathed a sigh of relief. They immediately moved a few steps away, fearing that their actions might damage the Rolls-Royce and they wouldn't be able to afford the compensation. They then circled the car once more before riding away on their electric scooters with smiles on their faces.

Seeing the group of young men disappear from sight, Chu Fang smiled and shook his head.

Every day I see this group of energetic young men, all looking so happy. They don't even have fifty yuan in their pockets, and I don't know what they're so happy about, but they're just so cheerful.

"Being poor and happy" is a true reflection of this group of people.

He turned to look at Zhong Tingyue, who was stroking her chin as if deep in thought. He patted her on the shoulder and said, "What? You want to be a 'spirited young lady' too?"

“No.” Zhong Tingyue snapped out of her daze and shook her head. “Don’t you think their tattoos are pretty?”

Chu Fang: "???!!!"

His pupils dilated; he was stunned.

What did I just hear? Is there something wrong with my ears?

This woman actually said that tattoo... is beautiful?

Are you kidding me?

“No.” Zhong Tingyue said seriously, “I think she’s very pretty, or rather… very handsome, cool.”

"Back then, my classmates and friends had huge tattoos—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird. Just the slightest movement of their bodies exuded a murderous aura; it was so cool..."

When Chu Fang saw Zhong Tingyue speaking, his eyes shone, as if he was captivated by her cool tattoo.

No, I don't think I'll fall in love with a tomboyish girl, do I?

As they talked, Zhong Tingyue got a little excited and tugged at his arm: "What should I do if I want a tattoo too?"

Chu Fang: "!!!"

Has she really become a "spirited young woman"?

I never imagined that you, with your ethereal and otherworldly aura, would have such a contrasting side.