Suppressing her doubts, Zhong Tingyue led Su Congshuang into the office, poured her a glass of water, and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Su Congshuang took a deep breath: "You should keep an eye on your boyfriend and keep him away from my husband."

"Your husband?" Zhong Tingyue murmured, then a bizarre thought popped into her head, "Feng Ling?"

“Yes!” Su Congshuang said, “These past few days your boyfriend has been monopolizing my husband. They’ve been all lovey-dovey and have completely ignored me. You should keep an eye on your husband and stop meddling in other people’s family matters.”

"It's better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage, don't you understand?"

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

The world eventually became so insane that she could not have imagined it.

Feng Ling and Su Congshuang are both women, one a husband and the other a wife, which is quite normal in this day and age...

After all, there are hundreds of genders on the other side of the Pacific...

She then immediately recalled her experiences over the past few days, how she saw Chu Fang and Feng Ling having fun, how she misunderstood their relationship, and how she felt jealous.

How embarrassing...

Zhong Tingyue suppressed her embarrassment as she saw Su Congshuang out of the studio, and then saw Chu Fang come out of the restroom: "Hey? What brings Su Congshuang here?"

Zhong Tingyue said softly, "She told you to stay away from her husband."

This sounds so awkward...

"You know?" Chu Fang's pupils gleamed, then he clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... ..."

Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched, feeling that the smile was mocking her for all the jealousy she had been feeling these past few days.

"You're playing me."

Chu Fang shook his head: "No."

"Then why don't you explain it to me?"

Chu Fang spread his hands: "I thought about explaining. I said that it was impossible for Feng Ling and me to be together, but you didn't like to hear it halfway through, so I gave up."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Starting in junior high school, Feng Ling liked to read those 'yaoi' novels. As she read, she began to discover her different sexual orientation. She had no feelings for the opposite sex, but instead liked the same sex, in the literal sense."

"Gradually, she established her sexual orientation, well, just as you would have guessed. In high school, she dated several girls, and in college as well, always in the 'male' position."

"Otherwise, why do you think I get along so well with Feng Ling? It's because she has a male mindset."

Opposite sex is only for procreation, same sex is true love.

Putting aside physical needs, people of the same sex get along better, and Feng Ling, with her masculine mindset, naturally gets along well with Chu Fang.

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..., well, I guess I'm just unlucky."

Chu Fang's smile suddenly turned serious: "Zhong Tingyue, I am very disappointed in you."

"Why?" A strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in Zhong Tingyue's heart.

"You actually believed so easily that there was an ambiguous relationship between me and Feng Ling, and you even solidified that relationship in your mind." Chu Fang said seriously, "You didn't believe my feelings for you, treating them as a false affection. You don't trust me at all!"

Zhong Tingyue finally realized that she had been too focused on Chu Fang and had neglected his feelings. She stammered, "I, I, I..."

After talking for a while, he couldn't get the words out.

Chu Fang waved his hand: "Don't explain, Zhong Tingyue, you have disappointed me too much."

Seeing Chu Fang sit down, slumped over the table, and look disappointed, Zhong Tingyue felt terrible.

Chu Fang didn't say a word to Zhong Tingyue until he got off work in the afternoon. When they got home, the two walked side by side.

Zhong Tingyue lowered her head and said softly, "Mr. Chu, I'm sorry."

"Is 'sorry' all?" Chu Fang put his hands behind his back, looking triumphant, arrogant, and imposing.

Hmph, Zhong Tingyue, I've finally got something on you.

This time, buddy, if I don't make you pay, I'm not a Chu.

"What will it take for you to forgive me?" Zhong Tingyue knew she was wrong and was willing to admit it.

"Hmm... let me think." Chu Fang stroked his chin.

On the way back, Chu Fang brainstormed, thinking about how to punish Zhong Tingyue.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Tanhua residential area, the security guard was being scolded by his wife: "I've told you, no smoking, no smoking! Why can't you understand what I'm saying? Do you want to die sooner? If you want to die, then die already, don't delay me from finding another partner."

After the security guard finished speaking, she stormed off. Seeing this, Chu Fang became even more smug and said with his hands behind his back, "Zhong Tingyue, you're cooking tonight. I'm telling you, it has to be four dishes and a soup. If you miss even one dish, I'll get mad at you!"

The fighting spirit between men... Zhong Tingyue glanced at the security guard and could only say, "Understood, Mr. Chu."

"Call him Master Chu."

"Understood, Master Chu."

Chu Fang waved his hand, and Zhong Tingyue walked into the residential area. He smiled and said to the security guard, "I haven't trained you well enough, please forgive me, sir."

The security guard was stunned: "How the hell did you do that?"

The security guard had never seen Zhong Tingyue treat Chu Fang with such respect, as if she were a servant. He thought of his old wife.

In comparison, the security guard... was speechless.

Chu Fang said seriously, "She deserves to be taught a lesson. Women need to be beaten!"

The security guard craned his neck: "Really?"

"Sir, you know I never lie about this."

Chu Fang went to watch the group of old men playing chess in the residential area, while the security guard stared at his back, lost in thought, and then sneaked home.

Not long after, the security guard came downstairs, his old face filled with grievance and his eyes red: "Chu Fang, I'll fucking kill you!"

No, sir, you really believe that?

I was just kidding.

Chu Fang ran home at 180 miles per hour, closed the door, and only then did he gradually breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew... Good luck, sir."

Zhong Tingyue poked her head out: "Mr. Chu is back. Wash your hands and hurry up and eat."

"What can you do if I don't wash?" Chu Fang straightened his back.

Zhong Tingyue had no choice but to lead him into the bathroom, where she applied hand sanitizer to Chu Fang's hands and carefully washed them.

"Hehe... I like this feeling."

Next, Chu Fang experienced the pleasures of an emperor. During meals, Zhong Tingyue would pick up food and feed him. He lay on the sofa, snacking on sunflower seeds while watching TV. Zhong Tingyue would crack sunflower seeds for him. After he had eaten a lot of sunflower seeds, he would put them in his mouth in one bite, and they tasted so delicious!

Suddenly someone sent him a message. Looking at the message, he raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

"What's wrong?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

"Feng Ling invited us to her wedding with Su Congshuang."

Chu Fang had seen many heterosexual weddings, but this was the first time he had ever seen a same-sex wedding.

Zhong Tingyue: "Go ahead."

Chu Fang glanced at his fiancée sideways: "Isn't he jealous anymore?"

"Stop talking."

"Go and fetch a basin of hot water to wash my feet."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"