"It's not allowed anymore."

Chu Fang said solemnly, "Officer, I promise there will never be a next time. I will definitely keep Zhong Rou in check!"

The policeman glanced at him and said, "I'm talking to you. You're a grown man, you should be doing things that adults do, not setting off firecrackers here in the middle of the night."

“... ..."

After issuing a fine and giving a warning, the police left, leaving Chu Fang and Zhong Rou staring at each other. Chu Fang said angrily, "Zhong Rou, it's all your fault!"

"Why blame me?" the sister-in-law retorted, "You were the one who set off the firecrackers."

“If you didn’t have any firecrackers in your pocket, I wouldn’t have set this off, and I wouldn’t have been fined. You have to pay me back.”

"I have no money."

When it comes to money, Zhong Rou doesn't like to talk to her brother-in-law.

"Will you compensate me or not?"

"No compensation."

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue walked over and overheard the two having a boring conversation. Chu Fang turned to look at Zhou Yahan and asked, "What's wrong?"

“She’s drunk,” Zhong Tingyue replied. “Please help me, carry Zhou Yahan back to our house.”

Chu Fang asked in confusion, "She's your enemy, yet you repay evil with kindness?"

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and sighed softly, "Alas, she's just a pitiful person."

To outsiders, Zhou Yahan may seem wealthy and noble, with a privileged family background that is unattainable for most people, but in reality, she is extremely pitiful.

Having lived for over twenty years, I have never experienced the meaning of "emotion"—neither familial nor friendly affection, and the only thing I ever grasped, "romantic love," was also shattered.

Normally, Zhong Tingyue wouldn't bother with Zhou Yahan, but after learning the whole story, she felt a pang of sympathy.

Chu Fang nodded, then carried the drunk Zhou Yahan on his back and headed towards the residential area.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the residential compound, the security guard asked in confusion, "Who is this?"

Chu Fangtian shamelessly replied, "My girlfriend."

Zhong Tingyue kicked him.

When the three returned home, the Zhong sisters gave Zhou Yahan a bath, changed her into clean clothes, and then put her in the bedroom and covered her with a blanket.

Zhou Yahan is a completely different person when she is sober and when she is drunk. When she is sober, she is as proud as a white swan, exuding high self-confidence; while when she is drunk, she is docile and gentle, with her brows slightly furrowed, like a wounded kitten.

In the dead of night, the moonlight was like water.

Chu Fang put his arm around Zhong Tingyue's shoulder and, after learning the whole story, said, "Oh, I see."

A girl who desperately craves love suddenly receives it and cherishes it like a treasure. But when that love suddenly disappears, she will inevitably hate the person who took away her love.

"You really don't remember that boy named 'Qiu Fangjie'?" Chu Fang asked.

“I don’t remember.” Zhong Tingyue shook her head, then thought for a few seconds, “No, wait, I think I remember now, there was a boy named ‘Qiu Fangjie’.”

"Is he handsome?"

"Not handsome."

"Has class?"

"No, I'm being honest."

"Very rich?"

"He should be an ordinary person."

Chu Fang stroked his chin: "Then... why did Zhou Yahan like Qiu Fangjie to the point of almost breaking down?"

He has nothing, and his conditions are not good in any way, while Zhou Yahan is a genuine rich heiress. Why is he so madly in love with her?

"According to Zhou Yahan, Qiu Fangjie treated her very well. Before I came along, no one in the world had ever treated her like that."

“That makes sense.” Chu Fang suddenly realized, “It’s like, I’m more handsome than you, and I have more money than I could ever spend in several lifetimes, while you’re a poor guy, but I still like you. Maybe it’s the same principle.”

Zhong Tingyue glanced at her fiancé.

The analogy was somewhat similar, but it sounded so jarring to her.

... ...

In the next bedroom, moonlight shone on Zhou Yahan's face, her brow furrowed in heartache, a sorrow that pierced the soul, a sight that would break anyone's heart.

Her eyes were filled with tears, which streamed down her delicate face as she bit her red lips tightly: "Qiu Fangjie, you've let me down!"

... ...

The next morning.

Chu Fang woke up on time and started cooking. This morning he made rice noodles, the famous Mianzhou rice noodles from Chengdu.

As the undisputed technology capital of China, Mi Fans are also exceptional.

The rice noodles are thin, soft, and chewy, and the broth, made from chicken and pork bones, is fragrant and delicious.

After finishing breakfast, Zhong Rou happily went to school, while Chu Fang said, "Why hasn't Zhou Yahan gotten up yet? Go check on her."

Zhong Tingyue went to the bedroom and came out a few seconds later, saying, "She left a long time ago, leaving a letter."

Chu Fang glanced at it; it was a letter written by Zhou Yahan herself, with neat handwriting. She first thanked Zhong Tingyue for bringing her home, then said that their matter was now settled and that she would never make things difficult for Zhong Tingyue again.

However, she also said that this does not mean Zhou Yahan has forgiven Zhong Tingyue, and she will never forgive Zhong Tingyue.

Finally, to express his apology for the difficulties he had caused Zhong Tingyue over the years, he left her a check.

"hehe."

Zhong Tingyue said calmly, "What are you laughing at?"

“Zhou Yahan is still the same Zhou Yahan,” Chu Fang said. “I can see that her hostility towards you has lessened a lot, but her words are full of arrogance, as if you two are still enemies.”

“This is good.” Zhong Tingyue folded the letter.

She had gotten used to Zhou Yahan's arrogant demeanor, and the change made her feel uncomfortable.

He tore the check apart as he spoke.

"Wow, over a million? You're really rich." Chu Fang scoffed.

"You want all this money?"

“I don’t care, but this money can help you pay part of your mortgage.”

"...Um, can the check still be used if it's glued back together?"

... ...

Inside the villa.

Zhou Ming sat on the sofa all night until dawn. When the maid brought him tea, he asked, "Has Zhou Yahan returned yet?"

"The Third Miss has not returned."

The servant then left.

"Everyone be careful today, so that Mr. Zhou doesn't find any fault with us."

"Of course we know."

"Mr. Zhou looks like a volcano about to erupt, his anger simmering. Anyone who provokes him will be in for a world-shaking incident."

“... ..."