Chu Fang: "???"

Chu's mother, Chu's father, Gao Ruoyun, and Zhong Ping: "???"

A group of relatives and friends: "???"

Ah, this...

Looking at the beautiful woman who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, Chu Fang said, "Zhong Tingyue, are you sick in the head?"

"I'm not sick."

"You have."

"No!"

"have!"

"without!"

"have!"

“... ..."

The waiters on the perimeter watched the two people in the center. One of them, a waiter with dyed yellow hair, asked in confusion, "What are these two doing?"

“Hmm… …the way couples interact,” another slightly older middle-aged woman replied.

"Hmm..." The blond waiter's eyes sparkled. "That guy is so handsome, rich and good-looking. He's my dream man."

At this point, she sighed and said, "The thought of coming home after a long day at work and facing that 'yellow-faced man' makes me feel like the sky is falling."

Huang Mao finally understood the feeling of a middle-aged man who didn't want to go home to face his "yellow-faced wife" after get off work; it was even more unbearable than work itself.

Living is worse than death!

This life is over!

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "No matter how outstanding a boy is, he belongs to someone else. No matter how mediocre your boyfriend is, he is yours and loves you wholeheartedly. People should know how to be content."

"Hehe... Aunt Zhou, I know what you want to say."

The blond-haired man, arm in arm with the middle-aged woman, grinned and said, "I was just venting. I'm not good enough for that guy, and even if I were, I'd still prefer my current boyfriend."

People are self-aware.

Chu Fang spent an exorbitant amount of money to book this place, which is extraordinary, while she is just a waitress, a mere "mahou," how could she possibly dream of climbing the social ladder?

... ...

Chu Fang: "Yes!"

Zhong Tingyue: "No!"

The two continued arguing about whether he was ill.

When the onlookers were almost speechless, Zhong Tingyue stopped arguing: "Chu Fang, you didn't even kneel down to propose, so why should I agree to your proposal?"

Chu Fang: "Just because you didn't agree?"

"yes."

I collapsed... ...and my friends, family, and staff around me lost their balance.

So you two are arguing endlessly over this trivial matter.

All I can say is: Impressive!

Chu Fang slapped his forehead, then knelt down: "Ms. Zhong, will you marry me?"

"Put the ring on my finger."

He held the ring in one hand and Zhong Tingyue's left hand in the other. His fingers were long and slender, soft and delicate to the touch, like nature's most exquisite masterpiece.

Chu Fang teasingly scratched Ms. Zhong's palm, and the latter rolled her eyes. Chu Fang smiled and then put the ring on her slender ring finger.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Beautiful!"

"Wuhu~~~" Friends and relatives around cheered with joy.

"Boom... ..."

Colorful fireworks appeared in the night sky.

Zhong Rou stretched out her fair and delicate hand: "Brother-in-law, give me the red envelope."

Where did the red envelope for the marriage proposal come from?

The sister-in-law's smile froze on her face.

Under the night sky, on the lawn, delicious food was laid out, and many guests celebrated this joyous occasion.

"Chu Fang, your proposal was too simple. Only my childhood friend would say yes. If it were me, I would definitely refuse." Yang Meina had drunk a few more glasses, and her face was flushed.

Chu Fang scoffed, "I'm not proposing to you, so whether you agree or not is none of my business!"

Yang Meina gritted her teeth: "Chu Fang, you... you fucking bastard!"

Zhong Tingyue said to her childhood friend, "From now on, Chu Fang's mother is my mother. You'd better watch out."

"Hehe..." Chu's mother, who was standing nearby, perked up her ears and beamed with joy upon hearing the satisfactory answer.

No matter how arrogant you, Zhong Tingyue, once you enter my Chu family, you will ultimately have to speak up for me.

Yang Meina looked at the two of them angrily: "One against two, that's not fair!"

Chu Fang corrected: "Wrong! You're taking on both of us, it's perfectly fair!"

"I'm never playing with you two again!"

Yang Meina left angrily and sat down next to Chang Shen, grumbling about the two of them.

Seeing Chang Shen staring silently at Shanghai, she asked, "Why aren't you saying anything? What are you thinking about?"

Chang Shen withdrew his gaze and asked seriously, "What does love taste like?"

Yang Meina raised an eyebrow: "You don't know?"

“I used to think that love was a physiological impulse that was short-lived, but now I have doubts.”

"Chu Fang and your childhood friend have been dating for so long, going through thick and thin, yet their relationship remains as warm as it was at the beginning. I'm curious, does love really have magic?"

Chang Shen is a plastic surgeon and psychologist. He is an expert in people's appearance and also understands their inner thoughts.

He thought he had seen everything in the world, but he couldn't understand the love between Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue.

Chang Shen then asked, "What does love taste like?"

"Um... ..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Meina downed a glass of wine and organized her thoughts, "Everyone has a different definition. In my opinion, so-called love is when you know that the other person is torturing and hurting you, but you are still willing to accept it."

Chang Shen asked, "Isn't that being cheap?"

"Pretty much," Yang Meina said. "Love is a pretty cheap thing."

She glanced at the other person and said with a smile, "Just like how you ignore me, but I still like you."

Chang Shen: "That's incredibly shameless."

The two sat on the lawn, looking towards Shanghai, remaining silent. Suddenly, Chang Shen spoke up: "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Yang Meina: "???!!!"

Wow!

Could these words really have come from this extraordinary man?

She almost cried out, "Why?"

Chang Shen thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to deceive you. I just want to experience what 'love' tastes like."

"I want to compile my research and observations on 'love,' organize the data and information from all aspects, write it into a paper, and then publish it."

"Don't worry, I will never touch you during our relationship, and I will put you first in the paper as the first author."

Hmm... ...that fits Chang Shen's character perfectly... ...Yang Meina breathed a sigh of relief, but her voice rose eight octaves: "You don't even touch me, what kind of love is that?"

Is that love?

No, that's ridiculous!

Chang Shen said seriously, "You really are quite 'cheap'."

"Rou Rou, Rou Rou..." Yang Meina called out to Zhong Rou at the top of her lungs, then pointed at Chang Shen and said to Zhong Rou, "Five hundred yuan, you can beat him up."

Yang Meina knows she's being 'cheap,' but you can't keep saying it.

My self-esteem was hurt.

Zhong Rou shook her head: "No way! Hitting someone is illegal. You'll either have a criminal record or face exorbitant compensation."

He paused for a moment, then said, "It costs more!"

Yang Meina waved for Zhong Rou to leave, then sat down beside her, fuming and ignoring Chang Shen.

Silence fell between them once again.

Chang Shen took the initiative and said, "After you start dating me, I'll give you 100,000 yuan every month, okay?"

"Are you serious?"

"I never joke."

Chang Shen never jokes; he always speaks his mind.

Yang Meina hugged her legs with both hands, rested her chin on her knees, thought for a long time, and gently shook her head: "I refuse."

"Why?" Chang Shen asked in surprise.

Normally, Yang Meina would often pester him, her aim being to find love. But when he took the initiative to propose, he was rejected.

Yang Meina stood up, patted her bottom, and said, "I do have some feelings for you, but our relationship should be based on affection, not on papers, data, parameters..."

After saying that, he left directly. Chang Shen looked at the beautiful figure and said thoughtfully, "I guess I'm pretty 'cheap' too."

... ...

The temperature at the mountaintop was much colder than at the foot of the mountain, but Chu Fang's bedroom was very warm, even a little hot.

Breathing in the room gradually ceased. Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue washed up, returned to the room, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

"Zhong Tingyue, are you asleep?"

"No."

Why aren't you asleep?

"Then why aren't you sleeping?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you the question later, so you should answer it first."

Chu Fang: "...I can't sleep."

"I can't sleep either."

Why can't I sleep?

"Why can't you sleep...?" Zhong Tingyue smiled, "My mind is a mess."

"Me too, I was completely clueless."

Chu Fang never expected to propose in such a place and under such circumstances.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue reached down with both hands: "Then how about... ..."

Chu Fang threw back the covers: "How about we play a fun and interesting game of Ludo to spend the night together!"

Chu Fang, you are seriously ill!

... ...