Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

Ms. Zhong couldn't help but laugh at her future mother-in-law's actions.

If there's no family heirloom, buy one yourself and pass it down from her, ensuring that future generations don't forget her existence.

That's simply... amazing.

"I understand," Zhong Tingyue nodded.

“I don’t believe it.” Chu’s mother said seriously, “I’ve been bad to you, and you want to get revenge on me? You’ll have to say this is a family heirloom you bought.”

"I swear."

“Emm… …” Chu’s mother thought for a moment, “Let’s pinky swear.”

"Pinky promise, for a hundred years... for a hundred million years, it can never be changed."

A hundred years is too short; Chu Ma has already envisioned that her reputation will still endure a hundred million years from now.

I'm so happy.

"Whether Earth will still exist in a hundred million years is debatable," Gao Ruoyun retorted.

Chu's mother said sternly, "I'm happy, it's none of your business."

For the sake of so many people, Gao Ruoyun was too lazy to argue with this naive mother-in-law.

The engagement ceremony is not as simple as the wedding ceremony, and the ceremony is completed quickly.

At noon, the banquet began, and the guests took their seats.

Let the feast begin!

Considering that the Chu family are from Chengdu and might not be used to Central Plains food, we also prepared Sichuan cuisine.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue sat together and finally had a chance to talk. Chu Fang lowered his voice and said, "Ms. Zhong, you look beautiful today."

Beauty is 30% natural appearance and 70% dressing up.

Zhong Tingyue is already incredibly beautiful without makeup, but when she wears makeup, she is even more stunning.

He even had a fleeting, untouchable thought: was he worthy of this woman?

But I quickly got rid of her. This woman is my future wife, not some unattainable fairy.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips: "Mr. Chu is also very handsome."

He wore a black suit, perfectly tailored, exuding a domineering CEO vibe, but upon closer inspection, he also displayed a touch of nonchalance and casualness.

Chu Fang nodded emphatically: "Yes."

He accepted the compliments without hesitation.

Suddenly someone nudged him, and he turned to look.

Zhong Tingyue's cousin, Zhong Anliang, cautiously poked him and asked, "Why are you poking me?"

“Brother Chu,” Zhong Anliang said.

"What's the matter?"

“I heard from others that you are very rich, Brother Chu,” Zhong Anliang asked softly.

Chu Fang thought for a moment and said, "It's alright, I have enough money."

"Stop pretending." Zhong Anliang glanced at him sideways. "I've heard it from Zhong Rou. You have several cars, several houses, and several companies. You must be a rich man."

Chu Fang still didn't understand why the kid was asking him if he had money, and asked again, "What do you want?"

"Um, brother-in-law, it's not too much for me to call you brother-in-law, is it?"

"Not excessive."

Zhong Rou has gotten used to calling him "brother-in-law".

Zhong Anliang said, "Brother-in-law, I'm a freshman this year, a sophomore next year, a junior the year after, and a senior the year after that. I'll be graduating soon. The economy is bad right now, and it's hard to find a job. I'm so anxious that I can't sleep or eat."

"Here's what I'm thinking: since you married my sister, we're family. You can give me an apartment—not too expensive, just one in Shanghai; a car—not a sports car, it'll be too bulky; and maybe a company to play with, so I'll have a job..."

Chu Fang: "..."

No wonder it kept revolving around the word "rich"; you weren't up to any good.

"Sure." Chu Fang nodded. One person's success benefits even their chickens and dogs. Giving his brother-in-law those things is fine, since it doesn't add up to much money anyway. "But I have to ask your sister first."

Zhong Anliang turned his gaze to Zhong Tingyue: "Sister."

Zhong Tingyue spoke slowly and deliberately: "Zhong Rou."

“Yes.” Zhong Rou raised her hand.

"Drag him out and beat him five hundred times."

"Okay."

Zhong Anliang cried with a mournful face: "Sister, no more, I don't want it anymore, please let me go, I didn't mean it, I was just joking with my brother-in-law."

Zhong Tingyue's uncle nodded in agreement: "They have to be beaten!"

Halfway through the meal, Zhong Tingyue, accompanied by Chu Fang, took wine glasses and went to toast the guests present. They were all relatives and friends, and they got to know each other. They had met some of them on their last visit, but there were even more people this time.

Fortunately, Zhong Tingyue got angry last time because Chu Fang was forced to drink, so this time no one kept pouring him alcohol.

Each table drank only a small glass, except for Yang Meina's table, where they drank an extra glass.

"Yang Meina, you just wait." Chu Fang looked at her intently and threatened.

"Hmph~~~" Yang Meina put her hands on her hips, looking very smug. "If you're so capable, come and beat me up. If you're not, then shut up."

"I have that ability."

"I'll wait."

“Sigh.” Zhong Tingyue sighed. “Why did you provoke Chu Fang? He has a bunch of small accounts on Douyin, each of which has been recharged with tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of yuan. He has plenty of ways to torment you.”

Sighing for my childhood friend's future.

... ...

The custom in Zhong Tingyue's area is to hold two banquets for the engagement, one at noon and one in the evening, after which everyone goes back to their own homes.

As night fell, the village fell silent, broken only by the occasional loud firecracker.

In front of the door, Zhong Rou, Zhong Anliang, Chu Yi, and a group of peers and children were playing with firecrackers, lighting them and throwing them away, which then made a bang.

"It's not fun, it's not fun at all." Zhong Rou shook her head. "Playing like this isn't fun at all."

Chu Yi asked, "So how do you want to play?"

"The three of us would light the firecrackers, then hold them in our hands and pass them to each other while the fuses were burning, to see who would have the firecracker explode."

A group of fearless children nearby brightened up and stretched out their hands: "I want to play."

"What are you playing at?" Zhong Rou glanced at him disdainfully. "Get out of here, you little brat."

"I'm in kindergarten this year."

"Are you in kindergarten now?"

“Yes.” The child straightened his back.

"That's amazing!"

"Yes." The child nodded emphatically.

Zhong Rou slowly uttered a single word: "Get out!"

The group of children wanted to argue with Zhong Rou, but suddenly remembered a taboo circulating in the village: no one should mess with Zhong Rou, otherwise they would have no way to commit suicide.

The children looked at each other, then gave up the idea. Zhong Rou then asked the children her age, "Who wants to play?"

And everyone's response was the same: none of them play.

Am I crazy?

Playing this kind of game with Zhong Rou?

She might not care about her life, but I do.

Zhong Rou pursed her lips, lit a firecracker, held it in her hand, and said, "See, this is very easy."

After saying that, he threw the firecrackers into the crowd.

Everyone: "Zhong Rou, are you sick in the head???"

The crowd scattered and fled. The firecrackers were thrown into the dog's bowl by chance, and with a bang, the bowl flew into the sky.

In the end, the dog bore the brunt of it all.

Zhou Qiong stood at the gate, gazing at the night sky: "The moon is very bright tonight, and the stars are very clear."