Arriving at the studio downstairs, Chu could see the beautiful scenery from a distance.

Her long, glossy black hair and elegant, straight nose added a touch of three-dimensionality to her face, making her look like the most exquisite painting in spring.

Good morning, Mr. Chu.

"Getting up in the morning to go to work, where does that come from?" Chu Fang rolled his eyes.

Zhong Tingyue: "Actually, you didn't need to come to the studio."

Chu Fang didn't do much in the studio; he spent his days slacking off, sleeping and waking up repeatedly.

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Chu Fang gently rubbed Zhong Tingyue's warm hand; her skin was as smooth as a newborn baby's. "I sleep better in the studio," he said.

Zhong Tingyue smiled and said, "Whatever you say."

... ...

For the next period of time, Zhong Tingyue continued to live alone outside, while Chu Fang lived in the Tanhua Community.

They meet at work, part ways after get off work, sometimes meet on weekends and sometimes not, and chat on various messaging apps during the week.

That's... pretty strange.

In Jiang Wenzhen's words: I've never seen such a strange relationship between couples, it's like they're just playing around.

... ...

It was Saturday, a day off, during the transition from spring to summer, and it was pouring rain outside.

Chu Fang played against his teammates, then ended the game, walked up to his sister-in-law, and watched her write.

Zhong Rou's handwriting is terrible, which has cost her many points in humanities subjects. Her teacher told her to supervise her handwriting practice so that her grades could improve.

From Chu Fang's perspective, his sister-in-law's calligraphy is actually quite charming, with each stroke bold and unrestrained, exuding a free and easy spirit.

Because she was so carefree, Zhong Rou wrote very quickly and very hastily; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it "wild cursive." Sometimes, the teacher couldn't even tell what her sister-in-law was writing.

Chu Fang glanced at it a few times, saw the words written on it, and shook his head with a smile.

It reads: Rules of the Righteous Gang.

Firstly, once you join the gang, you belong to me, Zhong Rou, and no one can bully you.

Secondly, members of the gang are forbidden from bullying the weak; violators will be executed!

... ...

"Is my sister-in-law really going to end up in the underworld?" Chu Fang was speechless.

A few days ago, Zhong Rou established a "Heroic Gang" in her class, open to anyone who was chivalrous. However, the gang was taken down by the homeroom teacher before it could take off, and the "Heroic Gang" eventually became a "Heroic Study Group".

Not long after, Zhong Rou finished writing the gang rules. Looking at the list of rules, she felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Rip~~~"

She glanced at it, then tore the paper apart. Chu Fang asked in surprise, "Huh? Why did you tear it?"

She spent the whole morning writing this.

Zhong Rou tilted her chin up: "I like it!"

Chu Fang: "..."

Zhong Rou ran to the window, leaned against it, and looked outside: "I finally got a break, why is it still raining? I'm so bored."

"Brother-in-law, shall we go out and have some fun?"

"What's so fun about going out?" Chu Fang shrugged. "It's much more enjoyable to stay at home."

“You’re not like this at home. You often take us out to play.”

"But your sister isn't home."

Essentially, Chu Fang is a homebody who prefers staying at home to going out. He once spent two months at home and still lived happily.

After falling in love with Zhong Tingyue, he changed a lot. On his days off, he would take her out for trips, to travel, and to eat delicious food...

This change was due to Zhong Tingyue; since Ms. Zhong was not at home, he was unwilling to go out.

"That's boring." The sister-in-law pouted. "Hey? Brother-in-law, how about we go play tennis? It's not only an indoor sport, but I've heard it's really fun."

Chu Fang thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Since Zhong Rou said so, he agreed.

The two immediately went to the tennis hall, spent a four-figure sum to get a membership card, and then learned tennis under the guidance of a coach.

Perhaps it was because he was getting old, Chu Fang was learning very slowly, while his sister-in-law was much faster in comparison.

Before long, she was able to play tennis, and with her innate strength, Zhong Rou dominated the court.

No skill involved, just pure power!

Each strike was infused with the full power of his body; Chu Fang could even feel the force of the tennis ball rubbing against the racket.

"Powerful, fast, and with a strong will." The coach walked over to Zhong Rou. "Awesome!"

"Do you plan to enter the world of tennis? I think you will achieve great things in the future."

Zhong Rou wiped the sweat from her face: "Can it make money?"

"Yes, you can make a lot of money, lots and lots of money," the coach said.

Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up: "How much? Can you earn more than my brother-in-law?"

"Once you win a prize and become famous, you should be able to earn at least tens of millions."

The coach glanced at Chu Fang and treated him like an ordinary person.

Zhong Rou's eyes dimmed slightly: "No, no, I want to be a big boss, not an ordinary person who earns tens of millions."

She was incredibly excited.

"Little sister, tens of millions is a lot of money," the coach explained with a smile, assuming that Zhong Rou had no concept of money.

"A lot?" Zhong Rou pointed at Chu Fang. "My brother-in-law owns several cars worth tens of millions, and he bought a house worth fifty million..."

The coach's lips twitched, and he left awkwardly.

Never mind what I said.

... ...

At Wen Xiangbing's company, employees gathered together, whispering among themselves:

"Oh no, the company I finally found is about to go bankrupt, and I'm going to lose my job again. What should I do next?"

"well!"

“At the time, I told Mr. Wen that the project had huge expenses and there was a risk that the funds would not be recovered, but he was too aggressive and did not listen to my advice, which ultimately led to the situation we see today.”

"Hindsight is 20/20! I could say that too, but it's meaningless now. The most important thing right now is how to save the company."

"The company has no money in its account. There is no way out but bankruptcy. Unless Mr. Wen comes up with a large sum of money to pay off the debts, there is no hope."

“... ..."

In the office, Wen Xiangbing hadn't rested for 24 hours. His face was pale as he stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

"I trusted you so much, and you actually lied to me!"

“When you handed that project to me, I treated you like my own brother, but I never expected there to be a trap waiting for me to fall into.”

Cai Qiang, a middle-aged man, said, "How was I supposed to know the money wouldn't be recovered? I'm a victim too."

"You fucking lied to me!" Wen Xiangbing suddenly became furious, slamming his fist on the table and pointing at the other person. "I've investigated your background. You and the legal representative of that company were classmates, and very close classmates at that. You two colluded to deceive people!"

Wen Xiangbing was furious.

How can he control his emotions when his company, which he has painstakingly built, is now on the verge of bankruptcy?

Cai Qiang, a middle-aged man, said: "If you have evidence that I lied to you, you can sue me at any time."

"Control your emotions. I'm here today to talk to you. Now you have two choices."

"First, pay back the money, clear the company's debts, and we'll have nothing to do with each other anymore; second, sell your company to me, and I'll help you run it."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he left immediately, saying before he left, "That's business, complicated and ever-changing. Just consider it a lesson learned."

Watching that figure recede into the distance, Wen Xiangbing clenched his fist and slammed it on the table with a loud bang, startling the employees outside.

Wen Xiangbing felt his head was suffocating and gasped for breath.

He has sacrificed so much for the company, drinking himself into the hospital countless times for projects, clients, and connections.

He treated the company like his own child, hoping to grow it bigger and stronger, and even take it public. Just when he was full of ambition, his company was targeted by others, and eventually his company fell into the crisis it is today.

hatred!

Why be so naive as to trust a friend you met in the mall?

I hate it so much it hurts to the core!

Wen Xiangbing held his phone and asked "friends" from all walks of life, but none of them replied after reading his message. Finally, his gaze fell on the name "Fang Zi".

He hesitated...

... ...