Chu Fang returned home at noon. He cooked two simple dishes, ate his fill, and prepared to go to sleep. But strangely, he couldn't fall asleep; his eyes were wide open like copper bells.

With no other option, he went to the studio and lay down at his workstation: "Phew, this is finally a place to sleep."

Home is a place for entertainment and leisure, where one is full of energy, while the studio is where one sleeps. As soon as Chu entered the studio, he felt sleepiness wash over him.

And he even gets paid to sleep—it's practically perfect!

A clear, melodious voice, like water droplets falling on a lake, came from beside me: "Is the parent-teacher meeting over?"

Chu Fang didn't open his eyes and lazily replied, "Mm."

What did the teacher say?

"It's just a cliché."

Zhong Tingyue nodded without saying anything more.

"Oh, by the way, come with me to meet a client."

"I'm not going," Chu Fang refused outright.

"He's a lecherous man."

He suddenly opened his eyes: "Go."

Chu Fang drove Zhong Tingyue to their destination and saw a middle-aged bald man who immediately extended his hand and said, "Hello, President Zhong."

Chu Fang, who was standing nearby, grasped the other person's hand at the opportune moment: "Hello, hello."

The bald man paused for a moment, then looked at Zhong Tingyue, whose lips curved into a slight smile.

"That project..."

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether that project succeeds or not." Before the bald man could finish his sentence, Chu Fang interrupted him.

He sighed and continued, "Actually, we didn't want to come today, but we came because of Mr. Zhu's sincere intentions."

"To be honest, our studio has a lot of projects, and they are all big clients with a lot of money. We are too busy to keep up with all the projects."

"I'm not pretending anymore. Those big clients were all brought to Zhong Tingyue through my personal connections. I just wanted my girlfriend to be happy and carefree at work."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite watch from his pocket and put it on his wrist: "Look at this watch, it's a Patek Philippe, you're rich."

"Sorry, I've digressed. What I'm trying to say is that our studio values ​​Mr. Zhu highly, not because of the project itself, but because your sincerity moved us. That's why we turned down so many big projects to focus solely on this one for you..."

Chu Fang, with his small mouth, finished speaking and asked, "Mr. Zhu, we have prepared the contract for you. Please sign it."

The bald man, Mr. Zhu, smiled and nodded: "No problem."

He immediately signed his name, and the two parted ways. Mr. Zhu watched them leave, saying, "Goodbye, let's chat again next time."

After the two disappeared from his sight, Mr. Zhu was still smiling when he suddenly paused and muttered to himself, "Why do I feel honored to be working with them?"

“Oh, their studio has so many big clients, and I should be honored to give up those big clients to work with me.”

"Wait, I'm a customer too. What's so great about having big clients?"

"There are so many designers in the world. Without their studio, I can easily find any studio to collaborate with."

At this point, Mr. Zhu slapped himself: "Damn! I've been scammed!"

... ...

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue walked side by side. The latter's pretty face never lost its smile, and she said with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, "This is not good."

"What's wrong with him?" Chu Fang retorted. "Did I force him to sign the contract?"

"You're trying to manipulate Mr. Zhu."

Just now, Chu Fang elevated the status of the studio and Zhong Tingyue to a level that Mr. Zhu thought he couldn't possibly reach. Then, he said very gently that if they gave up the big project to cooperate with Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu would naturally feel honored and sign the contract without thinking.

“But everything I said is true,” Chu Fang said. “I did bring in a lot of big clients for your studio, even though you didn’t take them. I am indeed quite wealthy, and this Patek Philippe is genuine.”

At this point, he said with a serious expression, "To tell you the truth, I'm telling the whole truth."

Zhong Tingyue shook her head; "To be honest, you don't tell the truth at all."

Holding her fiancé's hand, she looked at the Patek Philippe and asked, "When did you start wearing a watch?"

“Who in their right mind would wear something like this?” Chu Fang took off his watch. “I found it in the car. I don’t know how I ended up in the car.”

He handed the watch to Zhong Tingyue: "This is for you."

"You're giving me the trash you collected?"

"This thing is worth over a thousand."

Zhong Tingyue said calmly, "You really know how to just throw a Patek Philippe worth over ten million into a car."

"If you have money, then... you have money."

The two walked along the street back to their parking spot and were about to get into the car when Zhong Tingyue called out to him, "Wait."

"What's wrong?" Chu Fang asked.

“My university is nearby, and I’d like to go and take a look.”

"OK."

Chu Fang would certainly not refuse this proposal.

Zhong Tingyue led Chu Fang toward her university.

Zhong Tingyue attended a prestigious university, a 985 and Double First-Class university, which is well-known throughout the country.

The two arrived at the university gate.

Chu Fang found this very strange.

Why are the main gates of all universities in the world so spacious and empty, yet so few students enter or exit through them?

Ironically, the foot traffic at the smaller doors, back doors, and even along the fences is higher than at the main entrance.

What's the point of spending so much money to fix the door?

This project was done like it was nothing.

There were no restrictions on entering or leaving the university, so the two walked in. As soon as they entered, they were immediately enveloped by the vibrant energy of youth.

"Hmm, look at those legs, they're so white and long, longer than my life."

"She's really beautiful."

"I have to say, university life, this kind of life is what breeds beautiful women."

"Ouch... Ouch, Zhong Tingyue, why are you pinching me?"

Zhong Tingyue asked, "Am I dead?"

Although she didn't care whether Chu Fang looked at beautiful women, believing she had a broad mind and noble character... well, she admitted, she still cared a lot.

What girl in the world doesn't care what her boyfriend thinks of her?

If so, it means that the girl's feelings are not deep.

To some extent, we can understand so-called 'love' as something exclusive.

Zhong Tingyue linked arms with Chu Fang and walked along the road, telling Chu Fang about her university days, experiences, and past as they walked.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind.

"Zhong Tingyue?"