Night falls and the city lights come on.

Chu Fang and Zhong Rou looked at each other and said, "You go."

"Brother-in-law, you go."

That's your sister.

"That's still your wife."

Let's play rock-paper-scissors.

In a game of rock-paper-scissors, Zhong Rou won: "Brother-in-law, you go."

Chu Fang cautiously stepped forward: "Ms. Zhong, are you alright?"

Do I look like something's wrong?

“Hmm… …like it!” Chu Fang pondered for less than a second, “You look terrifying.”

After returning from her walk, Zhong Tingyue silently painted, seemingly lost in her own world, creating all sorts of paintings.

Ms. Zhong's usual paintings are portraits and landscapes, which are sunny and positive, but today's paintings are all about ghosts and monsters, demons and evil spirits, which are gloomy and irritable.

Zhong Tingyue crumpled the painting into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and replied calmly, "I'm fine."

Chu Fang, sitting next to him, asked, "Is it because of that girl today?"

It was obvious that Zhong Tingyue's change to silence and irritability began after she saw that girl.

"No," Zhong Tingyue licked her red lips, "I'm hungry."

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang didn't ask any further questions and immediately brought out dinner. The three of them ate in silence, creating an unusual atmosphere in the room.

My sister-in-law, who usually loves to be funny, is actually very honest and well-behaved.

She has a vivid imagination, not a lack of common sense; she can tell that her older sister is on the verge of a volcanic eruption.

You dare not mess with them!

After dinner, Zhong Rou went back to her room to sleep, while Chu Fang washed the dishes and returned to his bedroom.

Zhong Tingyue was dressed in a purple nightgown, her straight black hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, exuding an extremely elegant charm.

Chu Fang picked up the hairdryer, lifted her hair, and carefully dried it, the rustling sound echoing in the room.

late at night.

Zhong Tingyue blinked her bright eyes, her long eyelashes looking as if they were applied.

Chu Fang placed his hands behind his head: "Ms. Zhong, are you really alright?"

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips: "Yes."

"Can you tell me?"

"cannot!"

"..." Chu Fang was speechless for a few seconds. "Then I'll go to sleep?"

"Go to sleep."

Chu Fang turned over and closed his eyes to sleep, while Zhong Tingyue still stared with those bright eyes, like copper bells.

On Monday, after breakfast, Zhong Rou trudged off to school.

The school, which was once a hellish place, now seems like a paradise.

God knows what kind of day she had yesterday!

Zhong Tingyue strictly supervised her homework; for every question she got wrong, she had to answer ten questions correctly to offset it. But in order to play, she did her homework carelessly, making many mistakes, and in the end, she did more homework than the teacher had assigned.

Zhong Rou finally understood a truth: there are no shortcuts in life, just like you have to take Chenghua Avenue to get to Erxian Bridge.

I should have done my homework properly!

Chu Fang asked, "Are you at work today?"

"go."

The two then went to the studio.

Jiang Wenzhen greeted, "Good morning, Sister Zhong."

"Who invented 'Good Morning'? Who exactly is 'Good Morning'?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

Ah, this... Jiang Wenzhen was dumbfounded. She never expected that such words would come from Zhong Tingyue's mouth.

After Zhong Tingyue left, Jiang Wenzhen glared at Chu Fang: "It's all your fault, you've corrupted Sister Zhong!"

He shrugged and said, "As a colleague, I'd like to remind you that you'd better not mess with Zhong Tingyue lately."

Chu Fang lay on his workstation, gazing at the office. Ms. Zhong was working diligently, as if nothing had changed, but he knew that Zhong Tingyue had something on her mind, and it was something very important.

And the thing on his mind was the beautiful woman he had met the day before yesterday.

"Hiss..." Chu Fang gasped. "Could something have happened between them? I've been wary of guys my whole life, and now my competitor is a girl?"

There's a saying that goes something like this: what defeats you is often not your opponent, but a lower-dimensional attack from another field.

He shook his head: "It shouldn't be."

“At the time, Zhong Tingyue treated the girl coldly and didn’t even want to say a word to her. It was obvious that the two had an irreconcilable conflict.”

What conflict exists between them?

After pondering for a long time, Chu Fang still couldn't figure it out. Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think much about it and directly called He Yi to arrange a meeting.

At noon, Chu Fang drove to the building where He Yi works.

He Yi emerged hand in hand with two female colleagues. He waved to them, and the three approached. One of the female colleagues said, "Hey, He Yi, isn't this the husband you always talk about?"

Another female colleague said, "If that's true, then I'll be really upset."

Driving a Bentley worth millions, young, handsome, and full of energy—if he were He Yi's husband, they would be completely off guard.

They both feared their sister would suffer hardship and were also afraid of her driving a Land Rover, perfectly illustrating their mindset.

"No!" He Yi rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about? Does that mean my Wu Di is necessarily bad? Besides, I don't even like Chu Fang."

"Oh, that puts our minds at ease." The two colleagues breathed a sigh of relief.

He Yi was too lazy to talk to her colleagues, who were all materialistic girls. She walked closer and asked, "Chu Fang, what do you want with me?"

"Let's eat and chat."

"OK."

The two randomly chose a Sichuan restaurant and ordered a few dishes.

Chu Fang cut to the chase: "I've come to you today to ask you some questions, and they concern Zhong Tingyue."

He Yi nodded: "Go ahead."

"Um... ..."

Chu Fang organized his thoughts, "These past few days, Zhong Tingyue has been in a bad mood, feeling restless and anxious."

He Yi: "Go on."

He added, "The day before yesterday, when Zhong Tingyue and I were taking a walk, we met a girl who was very beautiful and rich. She seemed to know Zhong Tingyue."

"They chatted for a few minutes, just casual conversation, but ever since then, Zhong Tingyue has been very uneasy..."

Before she could finish speaking, He Yi frowned slightly: "Is that girl dressed fashionably, with a smile on her face, and a very confident demeanor, even giving off an arrogant feeling?"

Chu Fang nodded: "Yes."

Upon hearing this, He Yi suddenly realized: "Okay, I know why Yueyue is irritable."

He quickly asked, "What is it?"

He Yi took a sip of water and said softly, "Yueyue is outstanding in appearance and has an ethereal temperament. She is an unbeatable presence in the university and is the envy of many girls."

"But even so, there is someone who can rival her. That person is the girl you saw the day before yesterday."

"Her name is Zhou Yahan. As you can see, her looks are no less than Yueyue's, and her family is very wealthy. She is just as popular as Yueyue, and the two are equally popular."

"Perhaps it was jealousy, or perhaps it was a desire to prove who was better, but Zhou Yahan was particularly hostile towards Yueyue."

"When Yueyue was running for student council officer, Zhou Yahan also ran and was successfully elected. After becoming an officer, Zhou Yahan directed Yueyue to do many things. Later, in a fit of anger, Yueyue left the student council."

"Actually, this is a small matter and won't cause any ripples in Yueyue's heart. But as time goes by, Zhou Yahan's targeting of Yueyue intensifies."

"Given his family's wealth, he wears all sorts of designer clothes and drives luxury cars to show off in front of Yueyue. Of course, these are minor things; Yueyue doesn't care about these conditions."

"But there was one incident that made Yueyue very angry."