On the second floor of the alley, Zhou Qiong sat on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

She bit her lip so hard that it left a mark.

... ...

"Then let's call it a day, Mr. Zhong."

“Okay.” Zhong Tingyue nodded with a smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet President Liu. Please let us know if you have any similar projects in the future.”

"Of course!" The female customer exclaimed in surprise. "Eh? Where's Assistant Chu?"

"Oh, Assistant Chu is sick and has taken the day off," Zhong Tingyue replied.

Chu Fang has been restless and sleep-deprived these past few days, so he's resting at home today and didn't join the social gatherings.

The female customer's face showed a hint of heartache: "Assistant Chu has worked hard these days, Mr. Zhong, please treat him well."

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..., of course."

Sometimes you have to admit that your fiancé is really charming.

Today, this female client signed the contract specifically because of Chu Fang.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the female client, feeling sorry for Chu Fang, asked Zhong Tingyue if she would be willing to transfer her assistant to her.

Zhong Tingyue politely declined.

No, that's my fiancé. I'm giving him to you, not sending a lamb to the slaughter.

I'm so stupid!

After they parted ways, Zhong Tingyue took a taxi to return to her studio, but suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

As I slowly approached, I saw Zhou Qiong sitting alone on a bench, watching the river flow by, her eyes and face filled with tears.

Zhong Tingyue hugged Zhou Qiong: "Qiongqiong..."

Zhou Qiong's lips trembled, and she collapsed into Zhong Tingyue's arms, bursting into tears like a torrent: "Aww... ..."

The cries were heart-wrenching...

Zhong Tingyue was completely bewildered.

In her memory, Zhou Qiong had always been a very strong person who could not be defeated by any difficulties, but today she was crying loudly, just like a baby.

She quickly realized that Zhou Qiong's crying was inextricably linked to her biological father in Shanghai.

She didn't know how to comfort her younger sister, so she could only hug her and pat her back gently.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but the crying gradually subsided. Zhong Tingyue looked down and saw that Zhou Qiong had fallen asleep, and her clothes were soaked with tears.

Since it was close to Zhonghai Mingyuan, she hailed a taxi and headed there.

"Miss Zhong, what's going on... ..." After getting out of the car, security guard Brother Liu saw Zhong Tingyue holding the sleeping Zhou Qiong and quickly came over.

"Call Chu Fang for me and ask him to come over," Zhong Tingyue said to Brother Liu.

Afraid that the security guards would wake her sleeping sister, she carried her into the residential area.

... ...

After receiving a call from Brother Liu, Chu Fang arrived at Zhonghai Mingyuan.

As soon as he entered the residential area, he saw his good neighbor Wang Ming. He nodded and said, "Hello, Mr. Wang. Where is your secretary?"

Wang Ming looked at him warily, hesitatingly saying, "President Chu..."

Chu Fang turned around: "Is there something you need?"

Wang Ming opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately gave up, shaking his head: "No."

When Wang Ming saw Chu Fang enter his building, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.

He couldn't help but swear: "Damn it! When will this ever end?!"

These past few days, Wang Ming has been thinking about how to shut Chu Fang up about his mistress, so that his wife wouldn't find out.

But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't find a way to shut Chu Fang up. The latter was no ordinary person, and the former had no ability to silence him.

Chu Fang knew about his affair with a mistress, and that matter hung over his head like a sword of Damocles.

Wang Ming was afraid that Chu Fang might one day tell his wife, the "tiger mom," about it.

Then all future prospects would be gone.

Therefore, Wang Ming was terrified when he saw Chu Fang.

He wanted to negotiate with Chu Fang, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming slapped himself: "Why the hell can't you just talk to him directly? Give him some benefits and shut him up, so he won't lose sleep all night."

Because of that incident, Wang Ming felt like he was being tortured to death.

... ...

Chu Fang, of course, had no idea that Wang Ming had so many hidden thoughts in his mind.

Actually, he never intended to reveal the fact that he was keeping a mistress.

On the one hand, he didn't like to nag about those old, trivial matters; he believed that matters between husband and wife should not be discussed by outsiders.

On the other hand, he also wanted to find something to hold against Wang Ming, not to threaten him or gain some ulterior motive, but because he didn't want to talk to Wang Ming much or hear his gossip.

It serves as a deterrent, nothing more.

When Chu Fang opened the door to return home, he saw Zhou Qiong sleeping on the sofa, while Zhong Tingyue was brushing a few strands of hair from her sister's forehead. When she saw him, she put her index finger to her lips and made a shushing sound.

"What happened?" he asked.

“I don’t know, Qiongqiong has been crying.”

"Damn it!" Chu Fang couldn't help but curse, "I have to kill that piece of trash."

This matter is definitely related to Zhou Mingqiang.

As night fell, Zhou Qiong slowly opened her eyes and saw Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue looking at her with concern.

Chu Fang said, "Qiongqiong, you're awake."

Zhong Tingyue brought over a bowl of clear soup: "You must be hungry after sleeping for so long. Drink the soup and nourish your body."

Zhou Qiong took the bowl of soup, her eyes welling up with tears: "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

“I’m your brother, and she’s your sister-in-law. We’re family, there’s no trouble between us,” Chu Fang said. “If you keep being so polite, I’m going to get angry.”

After drinking the soup, Zhou Qiong felt much calmer.

Faced with their concerned gazes, she pursed her lips and then recounted to them everything she had seen and heard that afternoon.

After hearing this, Chu Fang slammed his fist on the table, his anger reaching its peak: "I thought he had a change of heart and came back to see Qiongqiong, but I didn't expect that he was desperate and had no choice but to target me. He must have a death wish."

Zhong Tingyue also had mixed feelings.

How can there be such heartless and ungrateful relatives in this world?!