The hotel is located on the outskirts of Shanghai, where the air is exceptionally fresh.

After dinner, Zhong Tingyue took Chu Fang for a walk.

The two walked out of the room, and just then the door to the next room opened, and the couple came out with their child.

"Are you two taking a walk?" the hostess asked with a smile.

“Yes.” Zhong Tingyue smiled.

The two walked down from the hotel together. Along the way, Chu Fang felt that the couple, Mr. Liu and Ms. Cen, were looking at him strangely.

"Ms. Zhong, don't you think the way they're looking at me is weird?" Chu Fang scratched the back of his head.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Tingyue asked, linking her arm with his.

"Hmm..." Chu Fang thought for a few seconds, "That couple looked at me with a kind of disappointed look."

Zhong Tingyue disagreed: "We don't know them, but they know us. Where did that look come from? It must be an illusion."

"Perhaps." Chu Fang didn't think much of it.

The two walked along the street for a while and came to a nearby square, where they met the couple and their children again.

"Oh, Miss Zhong, Brother Chu, we meet again. What a coincidence!" said Ms. Cen, the neighbor, with a smile.

"We meet again."

The two sat in the square and chatted idly about interesting things from all over the world.

Before long, Chu Fang got bored and started playing with the couple's children. The three of them squatted under the streetlight and played marbles.

Seeing Chu Fang's childish appearance, Mr. Liu organized his thoughts and said, "Your boyfriend is really... still a child at heart."

A man in his early twenties and two children were arguing about who was better at playing marbles, even going so far as to cite ancient texts and recount the techniques and methods used more than a decade ago.

“That’s how he is.” Zhong Tingyue’s lips curled up, forming a perfectly shaped arc, leaving a unique and beautiful sight in the world.

“But… as a boy, you shouldn’t just focus on having fun. You should shoulder your own responsibilities and obligations, and not put all the pressure on your partner,” Mr. Liu said.

"Huh? What do you two mean?" Zhong Tingyue didn't understand what they were saying.

"It's nothing, just kidding," Ms. Cen said, patting her husband on the shoulder.

A moment later, Chu Fang walked over and held out his palm: "Zhong Tingyue, give me twenty."

"What's wrong?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

"I've lost all the marbles I bought, and I have no money left. Can you give me money to buy more marbles?"

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

You just talked about so much, analyzing how to play marbles from the perspectives of wind direction, strength, and slope.

I thought you were really good, but I didn't expect you to lose?

Zhong Tingyue took out twenty yuan from her pocket. Chu Fang took the money and went to the convenience store to buy marbles. Then he went to the two children and said, "The loser can't let go, and the winner can't leave. Tonight we'll fight three hundred rounds. It's either you die or I live!"

Mr. Liu and Ms. Cen looked at each other, speechless.

He had to ask his girlfriend for a mere twenty yuan, and he had to do it openly and honestly. What's even more outrageous is that this beautiful and elegant woman still indulged her boyfriend.

Chu Fang played marbles with two children until nine o'clock at night. He actually lost nearly a hundred yuan worth of marbles, while the two children went home with their money back.

"Big brother, you're so bad at this."

"I'm not bad, I have a cold today, I'm not feeling well." Chu Fang replied seriously, completely disregarding the 32-degree Celsius temperature in Shanghai today. "Let's continue the battle tomorrow."

Finally, Mr. Liu and Ms. Cen brought the child into the house. Chu Fang scratched his head and said, "I always felt that the way they looked at me was strange."

"I know why it's strange now."

"Why?"

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips: "It's strange that someone in their twenties can't beat two kids at marbles."

"Oh~" Chu Fang nodded in agreement. "That makes sense."

He paused, then looked seriously at his fiancée: "It's not that I couldn't win; I was just letting them win."

Zhong Tingyue nodded: "Yes, yes, yes."

The hotel rooms are nestled among trees, and at night, the moonlight barely reaches them, making the entire room exceptionally quiet.

Chu Fang really liked this feeling, as if there was no one else in the world besides him and Zhong Tingyue.

"Mr. Chu."

"Um."

"You seem to really like children?"

"It was alright." Chu Fang stroked his chin. "Anyway, I had a lot of fun with those two kids tonight."

"You're not happy; you're just trying to protect your pitiful and fragile self-esteem."

Chu Fang lowered her head, looking at the delicate, pretty face: "Zhong Tingyue, who are you being sarcastic to?"

"Hehe..." Zhong Tingyue revealed her pearly white teeth, no longer dwelling on the topic, and changed the subject, "Mr. Chu, since you like children so much, how many children do you think we should have?"

Chu Fang blurted out, "Twelve."

Zhong Tingyue shoved him: "What do you take me for? A baby-making machine?"

"No, I treat you like a human being."

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

So I'm not human anymore?

"I think having twelve children would be great."

"Why?"

"Twelve is made up of two sixes, which means everything goes smoothly. I wish for a smooth and successful life."

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

When chatting with Chu Fang, she always felt like she was floating in the sky, never knowing what she would say next.

... ...

The next morning, Mr. Liu woke up to a sound coming from the neighbor's balcony.

Chu Fang was lying on the sofa on the balcony, calling out to Zhong Tingyue like a lord:

"Zhong Tingyue, pour me a cup of tea."

"Where are the sunflower seeds?"

"I'm not feeling well. I'd like a massage from the eastern suburbs to my home. The girl should be pretty, have a good figure, and be gentle."

Zhong Tingyue asked, "Can't I give you a massage?"

Do you think you fit the description of 'gentle'?

Zhong Tingyue gave him a light kick, then went into the room to tidy up.

Seeing Chu Fang acting like a lord and Zhong Tingyue like a maid, Mr. Liu couldn't help but sigh: "What wonderful girls, and this boy doesn't know how to cherish them at all."

"Yes," his wife, Ms. Cen, also sighed.

As people who had been through it all, they could see that Zhong Tingyue only had eyes for Chu Fang, letting him do whatever he wanted. Not only did Chu Fang not get any income, but he also 'bullied' Zhong Tingyue.

"No, I have to persuade that young Chu." Mr. Liu couldn't stand it anymore and decided to do something.

He didn't want to see the couple's relationship end and eventually break up.

"Honey, I support you." Ms. Cen gave a thumbs up. "This is the greatest good deed you've ever done."

“That’s right, because I’m your husband.” Mr. Liu straightened his chest.