Chu Fang didn't know where Zhong Tingyue had gone, so he could only go home and wait for her. But to his surprise, Ms. Zhong was already home and taking a shower in the bathroom.

He leaned against the bathroom wall, saying, "Ms. Zhong, I was wrong, completely wrong. I shouldn't have paid attention to those girls. Wait, no, I didn't pay attention to them at all. I was just waiting for you outside. You can only blame myself for being too outstanding in the girls' eyes..."

The apology rule is to first say sorry, then set aside your own faults, and finally give a lengthy explanation of the whole incident.

The bathroom door opened, and Zhong Tingyue walked out wearing a white silk nightgown, her hair damp and exuding a faint fragrance.

Chu Fang, like a lackey, used a hairdryer to dry Zhong Tingyue's hair. The latter did not refuse and sat in the chair, letting him do as he pleased.

"I'm not angry at those girls."

"I know."

Those girls were no match for Zhong Tingyue; they didn't arouse the slightest sense of crisis, and she wouldn't even glance at them normally.

"Do you know why I'm angry?"

"fishing."

Zhong Tingyue sighed: "Fishing is a recreational activity, but it's not suitable for you. What if you really go blind?"

Chu Fang retorted, "The doctor said the probability is extremely low."

Zhong Tingyue remained silent: "So you still want to go fishing?"

"Um... um..."

Although Chu Fang didn't say a word, he had already expressed his intentions.

Zhong Tingyue's delicate face hardened: "Whatever you say."

Seeing this, Chu Fang quickly tried to coax Zhong Tingyue, using every method to demonstrate the benefits of fishing, and said that he would pay attention to using his eyes.

But it was no use; the woman just wanted him to quit fishing.

As the sun set, Chu Fang prepared to cook dinner, and Zhong Tingyue followed him into the kitchen. The former said he would cook dinner, while the latter said sarcastically, "I dare not trouble Mr. Chu with this task. I am unworthy of it. From now on, we will cook separately and do our own thing."

For dinner, Chu Fang prepared three dishes and a soup, while Zhong Tingyue made a bowl of noodles, the kind that northerners dislike—plain white noodles in water. He said, "Why don't you have some?"

"I won't eat it!"

“... ..."

After they finished their meals, Zhong Tingyue, for reasons unknown, decided to divide their belongings in the room very carefully: Chu Fang's things went back to Chu Fang, and Zhong Tingyue's things went back to Zhong Tingyue.

Since you won't listen to me, it's best if we clarify things.

Chu Fang was stunned: "Huh? Has this woman evolved to this state?"

Everything in the room was split in two until the sister-in-law floated into the room with a 'whoosh,' and the two of them stared at her.

Zhong Rou shrank back: "Sister, brother-in-law, why are you two looking at me like that?"

Zhong Tingyue: "Would you rather stay with your brother-in-law or with me?"

Sister-in-law: "Huh? You two broke up?"

Zhong Tingyue: "Choose one."

Zhong Rou looked at Chu Fang, then at her older sister, her mind swaying back and forth, and said with a grin, "Sis, to reduce your burden, I chose my brother-in-law, not me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhong Tingyue snorted, headed towards her bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

Zhong Rou: "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you two?"

Chu Fang stroked his chin: "Your sister's period is here."

"Oh, okay." The sister-in-law nodded.

Chu Fang played with his sister-in-law for a while, then tidied up the room and went to sleep.

Lying in bed, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling, I looked around at the pillowside, but there was no one there: "Sigh!"

Having gotten used to having Zhong Tingyue by my side, I felt particularly uneasy when she suddenly disappeared.

In the next room, Zhong Tingyue wore a simple white nightgown, the light and soft fabric making her skin appear even more delicate. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a serene smile graced her face, radiating a warm and tranquil aura.

She flipped through the book, but couldn't read a single word; her brows were furrowed, revealing a faint sadness.

She was wondering if she had really done something wrong.

If it's wrong, then you shouldn't continue fooling around.

Thinking of this, she sent a message to Chu Fang's private doctor.

[Wang Shu: Doctor, is it really true that Chu Fang can't fish due to his condition?]

The other party replied shortly afterward.

[AAA Divine Doctor Doesn't Heal Himself: Um... it's not that it's impossible, but moderation is needed; avoid prolonged and excessive use of your eyes.]

[Wang Shu: Are there any ways to avoid overusing your eyes?]

[AAA Divine Doctor Doesn't Heal Himself: Not at the moment. Oh right, there is. There is a state-of-the-art eye surgery internationally that can improve eye function to some extent. It's not expensive, I think it's a few million. With Mr. Chu's financial resources, he can easily afford it...]

The private doctor wrote a long, rambling post, and then continued.

[AAA Miracle Doctor Doesn't Heal Himself: Miss Zhong, may I watch Mr. Chu's surgery from the sidelines?]

【AAA Miracle Doctor Doesn't Heal Himself: (′▽`〃)】

Zhong Tingyue twitched her lips.

She saw longing in the doctor's words.

Getting eye surgery specifically for fishing is no different from being crazy.

Zhong Tingyue chatted with the private doctor, who was obsessed with surgery, for a few minutes and then stopped talking. She put down her phone and lay down on the bed.

Suddenly the door opened, and before she could react, the lights went out, and a man exuding masculine energy embraced her tightly.

Are you sick in the head?

"Yes!" Chu Fang pressed down on Zhong Tingyue, looking down at her with a sliver of moonlight in his eyes, "I'm lovesick. I can't sleep without you."

Go back to your room.

"No, this is my room." Chu Fang kissed those warm, moist lips.

"Believe it or not, I'll sue you for raping a woman?"

"I haven't even started yet?" Chu Fang expertly undressed. "If you're going to sue, wait until I've forced myself on you."

After saying that, Chu Fang no longer wanted to chat with Zhong Tingyue.

They're all decent people; when men and women go to bed, they naturally do proper things.

"Chu Fang, you son of a bitch!"

"I'm going to sue you."

"Come on, if you've got the guts, kill me. If you can't, you're the one who dies."

“... ..."

The sounds in the room continued until the early hours of the morning before gradually subsiding. Chu Fang held his fiancée, contemplating the meaning of life, when she said, "Chu Fang."

"Um."

"Can you not go fishing?"

"no."

Zhong Tingyue kicked him off the bed: "Get out."

If you want to leave, then leave.

Chu Fang put on his clothes and quickly left the room.

Anyway, he had already done what he needed to do, and was now in a lucid state. It was more important for him to go back to his room and think about the future of humanity.

Seeing her fiancé's smug expression, Zhong Tingyue gritted her teeth.

Even after all that, the man still wouldn't give up fishing.

Is fishing really that appealing?