Crowne Plaza Hotel.

"This is the most luxurious hotel around here. Its decor is exquisite, with carved beams and painted rafters, and it's magnificent. For over twenty years, I've been very curious about why this hotel is so dazzling. The main reason I've brought you here today is to let you experience the feeling of a luxury hotel." Inside the presidential suite, Chu Fang pulled the blanket up to his chest, looked around the room, and said seriously:

"As an interior designer, you should learn about various design styles. Look how fashionable and cutting-edge this house's design is! I heard it was designed by a top-tier European master..."

A hint of resentment appeared on Zhong Tingyue's delicate face.

All men are the same.

He began as a demon, and ended as a Buddha.

At this moment, Chu Fang entered the realm of the Supreme Buddha.

She rolled over and pinned Chu Fang down: "Come on, keep going. Today it's either you die or I live!"

So it's all my fault? ... ... Chu Fang said with a serious face: "Ms. Zhong, I only want to discuss the decoration of this house with you."

"no!"

Then the house was thrown into turmoil again...

... ...

At noon, the two left the Crowne Plaza Hotel. Zhong Tingyue drove, and Chu Fang sat next to her, his lips pale.

"Is it okay, Greyhound?"

"OK!"

Zhong Tingyue glanced at him, and Chu Fang trembled in fright. The former hummed and hawed, his handsome face extremely smug.

However... her brows furrowed slightly, her body felt as if it were falling apart, and she was in pain all over.

born!

With the business done, the next step was to purchase the necessary items for the banquet: vegetables, meat, beer, drinks, snacks, etc. We also bought firecrackers and fireworks, Chu's mother's favorite, spending over ten thousand yuan to set them off after the banquet.

The purchased items filled the entire car, almost to the point that it was impossible to squeeze them all out. Chu Fang had to use all his strength to close the car door.

The firecracker vendor stared at the car as it drove away, and after a long pause, he said, "This guy has really suffered a lot working for you."

Next, we went to the hospital to buy the medicine my grandmother needed. It wasn't available at regular pharmacies; only reputable hospitals had it.

After finishing their shopping, the two went home, arriving home as night had fallen.

Winter nights come exceptionally quickly.

"Oh, you two are back. Why are you so late?" Chu's mother asked.

Chu Fang immediately shifted the blame: "It's all Zhong Tingyue's fault."

If this woman hadn't been so determined to drain him dry, he wouldn't have come home so late.

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..., there's a traffic jam on the road."

Chu's mother nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

... ...

The next day, Zhong Tingyue got up early in the morning, looked out the window at the scenery that was faintly visible, stretched, and her slender yet strong waist was like a water snake.

I've been at Chu Fang's house for a few days, but I still haven't gotten used to the place.

Humid, foggy, little sunshine...

No wonder the men and women of Chengdu have fair skin, because there is very little sunshine.

She perked up a bit, quickly put on her clothes, and went downstairs.

As she went downstairs to the kitchen, she saw Chu Fang busy at work. He looked up at her and asked, "You're up?"

"Hmm." Zhong Tingyue replied lazily, carefully examining her fiancé. A slight smile appeared on her lips. "What are you wearing?"

Chu Fang was wearing a white apron, and underneath the apron was a brightly colored, thick cotton pajama, which resembled a floral jacket from Northeast China, but with some differences.

“This thing is windproof and warm,” Chu Fang replied. “We don’t have central heating here, so we have to wear thick clothes in winter.”

"Let me help you." Zhong Tingyue pulled up her sleeve, revealing her fair and delicate wrist.

Chu Fang assigned Ms. Zhong a simple task, just like in Shanghai: he cooked, and Zhong Tingyue assisted.

How many people are there today?

“Four or five tables,” he replied.

Today's guests are mainly relatives from Chu; there aren't many people, so a few tables of food will suffice.

The two arranged the things they would need for the day neatly, ate breakfast, and then began to prepare for the lunch feast.

Chu Fang is the head chef, while Zhong Tingyue, Chu's mother, Chu Yi, and his aunt are all his assistants.

"As expected of a great beauty, she looks beautiful in anything." Zhong Tingyue also changed into the so-called 'Chengdu Province uniform', and her aunt couldn't help but admire her.

When an ordinary person wears this outfit, they look tacky, as if they've never seen the world. But when Zhong Tingyue wears it, she exudes an extraordinary aura, as if tacky has become fashionable.

She was dressed in brightly colored clothes, which were well-fitting, warm and elegant. Her long hair was either hanging down her shoulders or tied up in a bun, and her face was beautiful. She was a bright and beautiful sight in the winter.

"Am I not pretty?" Chu's mother, driven by a competitive spirit, asked.

"You're pretty too, alright?" Auntie smiled.

"whee... ..."

Chu's mother didn't care whether the other party was being perfunctory or not; as long as they praised her for being beautiful, that was all that mattered.

The group busied themselves in the kitchen, and as time passed, guests arrived one after another. Chu's father, uncle, and elder brother Chu Yongquan entertained them.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and the sky suddenly cleared, covering the earth and shining warmly on people.

"Oh my, your little Chu is such a good child, unlike my child, who always expects to be waited on hand and foot." Some relatives, seeing Chu Fang busy taking care of everything, smiled and said to Chu's mother, "How did you raise him?"

"More importantly, Xiao Chu is also very capable. He runs his own company and makes a lot of money. He's really amazing."

"Hehe..." Hearing this, Chu's mother smiled. She liked it most when others praised Chu Fang, even more than when they praised her. "I have some experience in educating children."

"What insights did you gain?"

"Share, share."

Chu's mother coughed a few times and said, "Then we'll make sure he wears red pants until he's three years old."

Everyone present: ???

Zhong Tingyue: "!!!"

Chu Fang: "(?˙▽˙?)"

Ah, this...

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Chu's mother said, "I once met an old sage who said that children can see evil spirits before the age of three, and once they see evil spirits, it will affect their intelligence and indirectly affect their entire lives."

"To protect children from evil spirits, they should wear red pants before the age of three to cover their vision. This is beneficial to the child's future development. This is my exclusive secret for educating children."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, trying her best not to laugh out loud.

Chu Fang's lips twitched.

I never imagined that I wore red pants for three years when I was a child.

"Mom, doesn't the old sage have any other solutions?" Chu Fang asked.

“Yes,” Chu’s mother answered crisply, “that is, putting red pants over your head, which can also avoid the influence of evil spirits. But after thinking about it, I think that’s not a good idea.”

You know it's not a good idea, right?

I was wondering what the difference was between wearing open-crotch pants as a child and wearing them under the crotch versus pulling them over the head.

Chu Fang felt ashamed, while the relatives marveled and surrounded Chu's mother, asking what kind of red pants she wanted, how she wanted them to be worn, whether they should be worn as outerwear, and some even asked if the red pants could be made into a hat to wear on her head.

All I can say is that maternal love is great.

I'm willing to do anything for my child.

Seeing how outstanding Chu Fang was—handsome, successful, with a car and a house in Shanghai, and married to an excellent woman—they hoped their own children could achieve as much as Chu Fang, even if it was just a tenth of his accomplishments.

Chu's mother and a group of relatives were discussing parenting tips, and somehow, the conversation drifted to the topic of defying fate.

Zhong Tingyue glanced at Chu Fang, who noticed and looked at her as well; their eyes met.

Hello, boy in red pants.

... ...

Why are you silent, my boy in red pants?

... ...

I want to share your story online so that parents all over the world can know about this unique educational philosophy.

Zhong Tingyue, you deserve to die!

... ...