When Mr. Liu saw Zhong Tingyue go out to buy groceries, he immediately ran to Chu Fang's door and knocked.

"It's Brother Liu, what's the matter?" Chu Fang asked.

"Brother Chu, can I have a chat with you?"

"Oh, this." Chu Fang paused for a moment, "Okay."

We're both grown men, what's there to talk about?

Are we going to fight with bayonets?

Eek~~~

Chu Fang invited Mr. Liu into the house and then poured him a cup of tea.

Mr. Liu took a sip and organized his thoughts: "Brother Chu, don't blame me for talking too much."

"Well... As men, especially men with partners, we bear responsibilities and the burden of taking care of our families. We can't squander our youth just because we're young. I need to plan for the future, otherwise, even the deepest feelings will crumble."

"Let me tell you a true story. I have a friend who dated his girlfriend in college. They had a very good relationship. After graduation, my friend couldn't find a job, so he just gave up and stayed at home all day, not caring about anything. His girlfriend was very understanding and supported her boyfriend."

"At first, nothing was wrong, but as time went on, the conflicts between the two intensified, they argued with each other, and eventually their years of feelings were exhausted, and they broke up, ending a beautiful relationship."

"Now, my friend is filled with regret and has longed to get back together with his girlfriend countless times, but she is already married."

"What I mean is that relationships require maintenance from both sides, rather than one side making one-sided sacrifices."

Do you understand?

Chu Fang was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and said, "Brother Liu, may I ask you a question?"

"Ask me, and I will do my best to answer."

Is your friend's surname Liu?

Mr. Liu's lips twitched slightly: "... ..."

At that moment, he really had an urge to kill.

So you didn't hear anything, buddy, all you remembered were the words "my friend".

Just then, the door opened, and Zhong Tingyue came in: "Brother Liu, what brings you here?"

"I must be sleepwalking." Mr. Liu stood up and went to the next room. "Sorry to bother you."

"Why did he leave as soon as he saw me?" Zhong Tingyue's large, bright eyes were filled with doubt.

Chu Fang stroked his chin, lost in thought: "I think I know why they looked at me so strangely."

"Why?"

“They treated me like a piece of trash. They saw me bossing you around and thought it wasn’t right, so they came to advise me.”

Chu Fang wasn't stupid; he could tell that the story was a warning to him to treat Zhong Tingyue well and not to regret it when he lost her.

Zhong Tingyue nodded after listening: "Well said."

"What's so good about it?"

"You're a piece of trash, that's absolutely true."

Chu Fang: "..."

"Fine, fine, I'm a loser." Chu Fang stood with his hands on his hips, full of self-satisfaction. "I'm a loser!"

Mr. Liu, who was just stepping onto the balcony, nearly fainted upon hearing this impassioned speech.

"This...this...this is hopeless!"

"You'll regret this someday."

Then he heard Chu Fang commanding Zhong Tingyue's voice, and he knew that what he had just said was in vain.

... ...

late at night.

Mr. Liu lay on the bed, panting heavily, still frustrated by Chu Fang's performance that day.

"How can there be such shameless people in the world?"

"Alright, don't be angry anymore." His wife, Ms. Cen, patted her husband's chest. "It's not worth getting sick over that kid."

"Who is this person?"

"That Chu boy is a playful young man. If Miss Zhong isn't angry, then you shouldn't be either."

Mr. Liu got angry when this was mentioned: "And Miss Zhong, she spoils her boyfriend so much."

The more he thought about it, the less he could sleep. Mr. Liu sat up and said, "No, I can't watch this couple break up over this. Our company is currently hiring, so I'll introduce that Chu kid to our company."

At this moment, Mr. Liu was completely obsessed, never expecting that he had only known Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue for less than two days.

Just then, the door opened, and Mr. Liu's daughter rushed out and said, "Mom and Dad, my little brother is suddenly sick and is vomiting."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu and Ms. Cen's expressions changed drastically. The latter slapped her forehead and said, "Damn it, we're having seafood tonight. I forgot my son is allergic to seafood."

The two entered the room and saw their son clutching his stomach, in great pain.

"We need to get to the hospital right away, or it could be life-threatening," Ms. Cen said. "We don't have a car, and this is the outskirts of Shanghai, so it's hard to get a taxi. Could you ask if anyone next door knows of a car that can take us to the hospital?"

Mr. Liu knocked on Chu Fang's door, and Chu Fang asked, "Brother Liu, what brings you here so late?"

Did you drive here?

"It's open."

"Can you take us to the nearest hospital? My son is allergic to seafood."

"Ms. Zhong, give me your car keys." Zhong Tingyue tossed the keys to Chu Fang, who caught them and said, "Let's go!"

Then, Mr. Liu carried his son, and Chu Fang drove the father and son to the nearest hospital.

... ...

At the hotel, Zhong Tingyue comforted Ms. Cen and her daughter: "Don't worry, allergies are just a minor problem."

"Sigh, how can I not worry as a mother?" Ms. Cen blamed herself. "It's all my fault. I forgot that he is allergic to seafood. I'm not a good mother."

"What's the big deal? Chu Fang often makes me eat cold food during my period," Zhong Tingyue said with a smile. "He said it's like fighting poison with poison, letting my period know who's in charge of my body."

"Ah?" Ms. Cen exclaimed, noticing the bright smile on Zhong Tingyue's face. She was somewhat surprised that Zhong Tingyue wasn't angry at all. "You seem very happy."

"I wouldn't say I'm happy, but I'm very happy when I'm with Chu Fang. Even though we bicker and joke around, I'm still happy."

Ms. Cen said, "It seems my husband and I have misunderstood the relationship between you two."

Ms. Cen could sense that Zhong Tingyue was genuinely happy, and that she and her husband seemed to have worried unnecessarily, or rather, they shouldn't have gotten involved in Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue's relationship.

“People have a thousand faces, you can’t judge a book by its cover.” Zhong Tingyue handed a bottle of milk to the little girl and said, “You see me taking care of Chu Fang, but you don’t see Chu Fang taking care of me every step of the way when I was sick.”

"For two people to stay together, it's a two-way street. If Chu Fang can serve me, then I can naturally serve Chu Fang in return."

Zhong Tingyue didn't feel that serving Chu Fang during this period was particularly hard, because Chu Fang had done what she was doing a long time ago.

If Chu Fang doesn't want to move, then don't move. If she doesn't want to cook, then she'll do it. These are no big deal.

As long as Chu Fang is happy.

"I'm sorry, we were being presumptuous," Ms. Cen apologized.

"No need to apologize," Zhong Tingyue waved her hand. "You meant well."

Most importantly, Chu Fang did not take Mr. Liu's words to heart and did what he was supposed to do.

"Oh, right, my husband's company is hiring, your boyfriend could give it a try." Ms. Cen slapped her forehead, as if remembering something.

"Chu Fang has work to do."

Ms. Cen was somewhat surprised: "What kind of job?"

Zhong Tingyue thought for a moment: "Become a boss."