Yi Ke: "Who is this person? Destroying someone else's marriage and then coming here to play the good guy."

Zhang's mother also chimed in: "The world is never short of scum!"

Mr. Zhang sighed.

Zhang Yan remained silent, went upstairs, changed her clothes shortly after, and went outside.

"Hey? Yan Yan, where are you going?" her best friend Yi Ke asked.

"I'm going to find Shang Weiming."

Zhang's mother said, "He has disappeared without a trace."

Zhang Yan replied softly, "Legally speaking, he is my husband, and I am his wife."

The two have already registered their marriage, and their marriage does not negate their relationship.

As she left home, she saw someone sitting in front of her house, frowning: "What are you doing sitting here?"

She added, "What happened between Shang Weiming and me is none of your business, and you don't need to worry about it. Besides, I have no feelings for you anymore."

Chu Fang: "... ..., my legs are numb from squatting."

Zhang Yan: "Whatever you say."

After saying that, he drove away, while Chu Fang rubbed his leg, slowly stood up, and sighed: "Chu Fang, you're such a bastard, why were you so reckless?"

If I hadn't been so complacent, and if I hadn't attended the banquet, none of this would have happened.

And Zhang Yan and Shang Weiming will be able to enter the hall of marriage and grow old together.

He regretted his actions.

Once his leg had recovered, Chu Fang left.

Using his "money power," he found Shang Weiming's home address and went to his house to ask where Shang Weiming was now.

Shang Weiming's parents stared at him with the eyes of enemies; if looks could kill, he would have been torn to pieces by five horses.

A marriage was thus disrupted; the daughter-in-law was gone, and the son disappeared, all because of Chu Fang.

"Excuse me, please leave," Shang Weiming's father said.

"May I ask for your son's contact information...?"

Bang.

Before he could finish speaking, the door slammed shut, leaving Chu Fang feeling humiliated.

Awkward.

He has never encountered as many setbacks in his entire life as he has today.

But what can he do?

The only option is to forgive the other person.

Who told him to disrupt the marriage arrangements of both families?

... ...

Late at night, in a bar, colorful lights, loud music, and the air thick with the smell of alcohol.

Shang Weiming sat in the booth, looking dazed, with a few friends around him.

A man put his arm around his shoulder and comforted him, saying, "Goodbye is good, the next one will be even better! Look, there are good kids everywhere here!"

Another friend chimed in, "It's your good fortune that you didn't marry Zhang Yan."

A man with dyed blond hair nodded in agreement: "That's right!"

He counted on his fingers and said, "First, your family owns a listed company with a market value of over 1 billion yuan, so you're a rich kid; while Zhang Yan's family is much worse off, and last year they were still trying to raise money for her family's company."

"Secondly, marrying a girl you don't like—how miserable would that marriage be? It's like... ..."

The first friend to speak chimed in: "It's like clocking in for work!"

The blond-haired man snapped his fingers, and two women appeared, both with beautiful faces and stunning figures.

The blond-haired man said to the two women, "My brother is heartbroken. You two keep him company today. If you do a good job, you'll be richly rewarded."

The two women's eyes lit up, and they immediately sat on either side of Shang Weiming, their arms around each other's shoulders. The latter, however, frowned, pushed them away, and said:

"I'm sorry, something came up at my company."

After saying that, Shang Weiming left. The three friends looked at each other, and the first man to speak said, "Weiming is really something. Even after things have come to this point, he's still the same. What's so good about Zhang Yan that he's so averse to women?"

The blond-haired man sighed, "Perhaps this is love!"

"Love? What's it worth?"

The second boy spoke, looking thoughtful:

"But I'm curious, what kind of guy is even more amazing than Weiming, that Zhang Yan can't forget?"

Huang Mao said, "I heard from Yi Ke that he's just a guy from the countryside."

"Huh?" The other two were surprised.

Huang Mao continued, "But his net worth is at least a billion."

The other two suddenly realized that self-made millionaires were indeed more attractive than these second-generation rich kids.

... ...

Shang Weiming left the bar, clutching his head, feeling a bit of pain.

It wasn't because he drank alcohol—he didn't touch a drop at the bar—but because he didn't drink, and didn't use alcohol to temporarily forget what happened that day.

How much better it would have been if that hadn't happened.

He hailed a taxi, and the driver asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

Shang Weiming was stunned.

Where should I go?

go home?

They had finally managed to build a family, and now it's broken...

Shang Weiming sighed and had no choice but to give the address of the expensive villa.

Arriving at the villa, bathed in moonlight, he gazed upon it—the place where he and Zhang Yan would eventually live, now a thing of the past...

"Um... hello." A voice came from a corner at the edge of the villa.

Shang Weiming was very familiar with that voice. If it weren't for the owner of that voice, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Shang Weiming spoke honestly: "I hate you."

Chu Fang responded, "I'm sorry."

He was quite certain that today he said "sorry" and "excuse me" more times than he had in over twenty years.

Chu Fang said, "Don't you want to know why I was able to find you?"

Shang Weiming shook his head and went into the villa, and he followed him.

Upon reaching the courtyard, Shang Weiming looked up at the villa, lost in thought. Chu Fang, carrying cold dishes and wine, asked, "Want a drink? Let's drown our sorrows in alcohol!"

Shang Weiming did not refuse, and the two immediately sat down on the lawn.

Chu Fang asked, "Do you still like Zhang Yan?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Alcohol was affecting Shang Weiming, and he no longer spoke politely, resorting to profanity.

"I don't like Zhang Yan, but I like you, huh? Who do you think you are?"

Chu Fang: "..."

If it weren't for the fact that I caused trouble, I would have definitely given you a piece of my mind.

"Then why did you end that marriage?"

Shang Weiming rolled his eyes: "None of your business! Can you accept that your wife has another man in her heart? She likes you."

Chu Fang said, "Perhaps not?"

Shang Weiming gave him a light kick: "Go ahead and crawl."

"Let's make a bet," Chu Fang said, taking a sip of his drink. "I'll confess my feelings to Zhang Yan, and I bet she'll reject me. You bet she'll accept..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shang Weiming shook his head: "No bet! I won't use her as a wager."

In fact, Chu Fang disliked 'polite' guys like Shang Weiming, and many women shared the same attitude.

There's no need for men and women to be so 'respectful and polite' in their interactions. Although it may create a very good and positive image, it's actually quite boring.

Add some 'rude' actions when appropriate.

Just like his relationship with Zhong Tingyue, it was never respectful and polite, but rather full of bickering and tug-of-war, and even some 'dirty words'.

How many saints are there in the world?

We're all just ordinary people, there's no need to pretend to be so high-minded. Sometimes being carefree is fine too.

As the two drank, under the influence of alcohol, Shang Weiming became more talkative: "You're a fucking bastard!"

"I'll agree with anyone who calls me a bastard, but you can't!" The words were barely out of his mouth before Shang Weiming reached for Chu Fang's neck. He gently pried Chu Fang's hands away and said:

"If I were a jerk, would you have been able to walk down the aisle with Zhang Yan? You're dreaming."