When Zhong Tingyue returned home, she saw Chu Fang lying on the sofa with a towel on his forehead, looking as if he had just given up on life and death.

"Mr. Chu, what's wrong?" She touched her own forehead, then touched Chu Fang's forehead. "You don't have a fever or a cold."

"The sky... has collapsed." Chu Fang took a deep breath.

Zhong Tingyue looked outside; the sun was setting. "It didn't collapse."

Chu Fang rolled her eyes at her: "... ...You think you're funny?"

"This humble woman is certainly no match for Mr. Chu. Why is Mr. Chu sighing here? What is the matter?"

“Ma Junjie’s father was sick and hospitalized. He had to go back to his hometown for half a month, so Yateng Yige was handed over to me.”

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth curving like a crescent moon.

No wonder Mr. Chu is in so much pain.

Zhong Tingyue placed Chu Fang's head on her lap and massaged his temples: "Mr. Chu, if you think of yourself as a working person, after half a month, you will have a long vacation of several months. Doesn't it make you feel better if you think of it that way?"

Chu Fang remained unfazed: "But I'm not a wage earner, I'm a billionaire!"

Zhong Tingyue shrugged: "Then I'm afraid I can't comfort you."

Chu Fang rubbed his face against Zhong Tingyue's long legs: "Ugh, no, I don't want to go to work, I don't want to entertain clients, I don't want to face those subordinates, I want to be free..."

Why is it that men can always find the most comfortable position when they are in pain...? Zhong Tingyue was very puzzled. She patted the restless hands on her chest and said softly, "Then I won't go. Let the company fend for itself."

"You said it yourself, if the company goes bankrupt, all your old colleagues will blame you."

Zhong Tingyue: "Never mind what I said."

In the living room, Zhong Tingyue gently comforted her fiancé.

... ...

The next day, Chu Fang woke up early in the morning, and the thought of going to work that day gave him a headache.

"Ouch, ouch..."

Zhong Tingyue hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Chu Fang said in a serious tone, "I think I'm suffering from work-related syndrome. According to experts, this is an illness that requires hospitalization."

He reluctantly got out of bed and immediately started cooking. Today's breakfast was pork rib and scallop congee, scallion and egg pancakes, toast sandwiches, and a few simple stir-fried side dishes.

Zhong Rou was surprised: "What day is it today? Why is the breakfast so lavish?"

"Your brother-in-law's day of suffering." Chu Fang sighed.

The thought of going to work today made him feel terrible, so he had to cook a lot of delicious food to coax himself to go to work, treating himself like a child.

The sister-in-law picked up the bowl of porridge, as if seeing someone off at the execution ground: "Brother-in-law, I've always considered you my closest person, even more than my parents. Before I leave, I want to ask you, what's your bank password?"

"Go to hell!" Chu Fang said. "I'm not dead!"

After finishing breakfast, Chu Fang sighed and prepared to leave home, but Zhong Tingyue stopped him: "Wait a moment."

"What?" Chu Fang asked.

"Change your clothes."

"Is this outfit not good enough for me? It's custom-made, from a designer brand!"

“It’s not that it can’t be done, but that it’s not suitable.” Zhong Tingyue shook her head.

Chu Fang's clothes are all custom-made by famous designers, reflecting his personal style. Most of them are casual wear, which is suitable for everyday life but not for work, let alone for a company boss.

Zhong Tingyue picked out a few pieces of clothing and handed them to Chu Fang, who curled his lip and said, "What a character."

After entering the bedroom, I changed my clothes and came out shortly afterward.

Zhong Tingyue's eyes lit up: "This is the one."

Chu Fang usually dresses casually, but today she suddenly saw her fiancé with a completely different style. He was wearing a black suit and his leather shoes were polished to a shine, looking exactly like a domineering CEO straight out of a novel.

Chu Fang winked at him: "Want to play, beautiful lady?"

But he just couldn't speak; if he did, Chu Fang would sound like an insurance salesman.

Chu Fang drove Zhong Tingyue to his studio. When they arrived downstairs, she saw the lingering worry on his face and pressed her lips to his cheek, saying, "Mr. Chu, keep going. I believe in you."

"whee... ..."

Chu Fang's face lit up with joy in an instant.

He immediately drove to the Yateng Yige Hotel, and when he arrived downstairs, he saw an endless queue to get into the elevator.

His head started hurting again.

Poultry work under the command of their owners, while humans work in lines based on their own will.

It must be said that humans are indeed advanced animals; lower animals would not do such outrageous things.

We won!

Chu Fang wasn't in a hurry to go up or join the queue. Instead, he went into a supermarket, bought a bottle of mineral water, and saw that there was only one sausage left in the sausage grill, which had cracked open. He said, "I want a sausage."

He really likes this kind of grilled sausage. It cracks open during grilling, revealing plump meat, and is topped with chili powder. One bite and it's delicious.

Unfortunately... the coastal areas don't have the unique chili powder of Sichuan and Chongqing, so it lacks a bit of flavor.

The waiter nodded: "Okay."

Just then, a young woman who looked like she had just graduated came over: "Brother, I'd like a grilled sausage, please."

"This is the last one, and this handsome young man has already bought his," the waiter said.

"Huh?" The girl looked disappointed. The waiter handed the sausage to Chu Fang. The girl glanced at the sausage in Chu Fang's hand and swallowed.

Chu Fang was about to take a bite when he heard the little girl swallow. She forced a smile and said, "Big brother, you eat. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"Gurgle..."

The little girl swallowed hard and said hurriedly, "Big brother, can you sell me this sausage? I won't be happy all day without it, please."

Seeing the little girl's greedy look, Chu Fang became interested and shook his head, saying, "No, without this sausage, I won't be unhappy or miserable for a whole day, and I won't even have suicidal thoughts."

The little girl bit her lip and glared at Chu Fang: "This kind of sausage is made from lymphatic tissue, which is full of bacteria. It's sour, smelly, and doesn't taste good at all."

Chu Fang smiled broadly: "Why don't you try a bite?"

"Then I'll try it for you." Then, to Chu Fang's astonishment, the little girl took a bite of the grilled sausage and swallowed it all at once.

Chu Fang: "..."

I only let you have a bite, I didn't make you eat it all...

Chu Fang stared at the bare signature, on the verge of tears: "Give me back my sausage!"

"Waaah..." the little girl chewed, "Big brother, this sausage smelled so good, I couldn't resist and ate it all. I'm so sorry."

"But this sausage is very important to me. Today I'm going to apply for a job, and I need to put all my energy into the interview. If I don't have this sausage, I won't have the energy. If I don't have the energy, I won't get the job. If I don't get the job, I won't have a job. If I don't have a job, my life will be over."

Chu Fang: "..."

So, a single grilled sausage determines your future life?

What can I say?

I have no choice but to forgive you.

"Alright, forget it." Chu Fang waved his hand helplessly. "Let's just leave it at that."

"Hehe, thanks, brother. I'll pay you for the sausage."

The young girl scanned the QR code to pay, and suddenly noticed the time. She exclaimed, "Oh no, it's almost nine o'clock! I have to hurry up and go for my interview. If my mom finds out I missed my interview because of my cravings, she'll beat me to death!"

After the young woman paid, she hurriedly left. Chu Fang casually asked, "Which company are you going to for an interview?"

"Ya Tengye Pavilion." The little girl ran towards the building, her voice remaining where she was.

Chu Fang smiled: "Ya Tengye Pavilion..."

... ...