The elevator doors opened, and the group of people stepped out. One of them instinctively turned around, his mouth agape: "Chu Chu Chu Chu..."

"Chu what Chu?" Another person turned around and looked back. "Chu Chu Chu, President Chu."

At this moment, the group realized that Chu Fang was actually behind them.

Chu Fang nodded, then stepped out of the elevator and entered Yateng Yige.

After Chu Fang left, the group of people looked at each other.

"Damn it! We've been found out about our behind-the-scenes talk against President Chu."

"What should we do? Will President Chu cause us trouble?"

"Probably not, Mr. Chu is a kind person."

"Stop talking and get back to work."

“... ..."

Chu Fang arrived at Ma Junjie's door, knocked, and upon hearing "Come in," went inside.

Ma Junjie was in a meeting, with department managers in front of him.

Upon seeing Chu Fang, the department managers bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Chu."

Chu Fang nodded, then waved his hand: "You all go down first, I have something to discuss with President Ma."

After the department managers left, Chu Fang sat down in front of Ma Junjie and asked, "What happened? Why do you look so pale?"

Ma Junjie's face was gloomy and dull, as if shrouded in a light haze. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were full of worry, and his mouth was downturned, making him look tired and anxious.

"Sigh." Ma Junjie sighed, "Of all the difficult things in the world, none can escape family matters."

"Your dad..." Chu Fang's eyes widened.

“It’s not what you think.” Ma Junjie shook his head. “I’ve been taking care of my dad for the past two weeks, and I suddenly realized that he has aged a lot. His hair has turned white. Time flies, and he has grown old.”

“He has worked hard all his life, and now he only hopes that I can get married as soon as possible and have a wife to accompany me through life. But I can't meet his expectations, so I've been in a bad mood these past few days.”

Chu Fang understood.

Ma Junjie is no longer a child; in the countryside, children are old enough to run errands. Yet, he is all alone, which inevitably worries his parents.

Chu Fang: "So, do you want to get married?"

"I don't know." Ma Junjie shook his head. "What do you think is the purpose of life?"

"Alive!"

"Alive?"

"Alive".

This was a question that Chu Fang had been pondering for years, causing him psychological problems. He only found the answer after meeting Zhong Tingyue: people live to live.

Ma Junjie thought for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I don't understand."

He didn't want to talk about that, so he changed the subject, saying, "By the way, how's your future father-in-law?"

"I've gone home to recuperate."

"Everything went smoothly, that's good."

Chu Fang chatted with Ma Junjie for a few minutes before leaving Yatenyige.

... ...

As we approach August, the temperature in Shanghai is still quite high, but it's much cooler than it was a while ago.

As night fell, Zhong Tingyue linked arms with Chu Fang, and the two strolled along the road, enjoying a leisurely walk.

"well."

"Why are you sighing?" Zhong Tingyue tilted her slender neck and loosened Chu Fang's tightly furrowed brows. "Don't always frown, it makes you look older."

"I'm not quite used to Zhong Rou leaving." Chu Fang was indeed not used to his sister-in-law's departure; the house was very quiet.

Most importantly, he lacked a playmate and was too bored.

Zhong Tingyue smiled.

... ...

As the two chatted, a luxury store appeared ahead, and Chu Fang pulled Zhong Tingyue inside.

"Mr. Chu, what are you up to now?"

"I'll buy you luxury goods," Chu Fang replied seriously.

"I don't want to."

"No!" Chu Fang said seriously. "Woman, you can't refuse the things I buy for you."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at him and remained silent.

Chu Fang didn't care about what he wore or what watch he wore; on the contrary, he loved buying a lot of things for Zhong Tingyue.

She said it countless times, and Chu Fang would nod in agreement each time, but then forget about it as soon as she turned her head.

Zhong Tingyue could only remain speechless.

Arriving in front of a bag, Chu Fang immediately took a liking to it: "Zhong Tingyue, you'll definitely look very beautiful carrying that bag."

Zhong Tingyue glanced at the bag and twitched her lips: "Not pretty, it's ugly."

"Then I'm even more determined to buy it." Chu Fang took a closer look at the bag and became excited. "There are plenty of beautiful bags, but very few ugly ones. This is a souvenir."

"Miss, please reserve this place for me."

This last sentence was said to the sales assistant.

"Yes, sir."

Zhong Tingyue pounded Chu Fang's chest: "Mr. Chu, have you lost your mind? A bag that costs two million, and you actually want to buy it? You're such a sucker."

Zhong Tingyue couldn't understand how a bag could sell for two million yuan, and she couldn't understand why her fiancé would spend so much money to buy it.

"I have money, so what if you don't care?" Chu Fang said with a grin.

Zhong Tingyue couldn't change Chu Fang's mind, so she could only let him buy the bag and then leave the store.

"I won't carry that bag."

"If you don't want to carry it, then don't. Just put it in the storage cabinet at home. It didn't cost much anyway."

Chu Fang didn't care.

He's wasted a lot of money in his life, so spending an extra two million isn't much.

The two figures disappeared, but their voices remained.

The sales assistant sighed: "Why is there such a big difference between people?"

"A bag that countless people dream of, and that girl has it, but she doesn't care at all, and doesn't even bother to look at it."

In all her years as a sales assistant, this was the first time she had ever met a girl like Zhong Tingyue.

... ...

It was another early morning, and the sun was climbing into the sky.

Zhong Tingyue opened her eyes and involuntarily took a step back. Suddenly, she sensed something was wrong and turned around to see Chu Fang staring at her.

"Mr. Chu, why are you staring at me?"

"lazy."

"Does this have anything to do with laziness?"

"I'm too lazy to turn my head."

Zhong Tingyue rubbed Chu Fang's face, making it into all sorts of funny faces: "You usually get up so early, why aren't you up yet today?"

"lazy."

"Mr. Chu, I'm hungry."

"There are dumplings in the fridge, you can cook them yourself."

Zhong Tingyue tilted her head: "?"

"I'm too lazy."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, then got up and made breakfast herself.