Chu Fang then accompanied Ma Junjie on a blind date.

It must be said that Ma's parents were eager for their son to get married, and they eagerly arranged for Ma Junjie to go on blind dates and meet all kinds of girls, from eighteen years old to thirty years old, including first-time brides, second-time brides, and even third-time brides with children.

Chu Fang said, "Your parents are really hungry."

Unfortunately, the blind date still didn't work out.

Women living in Shanghai generally have high ambitions and hope to stay in this bustling city, so a necessary condition for blind dates is owning a house in Shanghai, which Ma Junjie does not have.

"How about I give you one?" Chu Fang said. "It's really embarrassing for the CEO of Yaten Yige not to own a house."

“Give me your villa,” Ma Junjie said.

"That won't work."

"Tch~~~"

Ma Junjie gave him a disdainful look before heading to the next blind date location.

... ...

As night fell, Chu Fang had dinner with his two friends, Rong Shunji and Wen Xiangbing, enjoying barbecue.

Liu Zhe and Rong Shunji's son were having a heated fight nearby, in a physical sense, with each of the two kids slapping the other, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Chu Fang and the other two laughed.

Eventually, redness and swelling appeared on the two children's fair faces. They looked at each other, pouted, and cried.

Chu Fang and Rong Shunji held the child and comforted him.

Seeing his two friends like this, Wen Xiangbing smiled and said, "I never expected our gathering to turn out like this."

Rong Shunji shrugged: "There's nothing I can do about it. You'll find out later."

"Yes, you'll understand what it's like to be a father in the future," Chu Fang said, patting Wen Xiangbing on the shoulder, speaking with the tone of someone who's been through it all.

Is this your son?

Chu Fang retorted, "How can it not be? Although Liu Zhe is the son of my cousin and his wife, it doesn't deny that Liu Zhe and I are biological father and son."

Wen Xiangbing: "... ..."

Chu Fangsheng, though seemingly enjoying the effort, coaxed Liu Zhe while saying, "You're thinking about starting a business again now?"

After his company went bankrupt, Wen Xiangbing was depressed for a few days. He changed jobs, made money and saved a lot of money by leveraging his network of contacts, and now he is thinking about starting his own business.

"Hmm." Wen Xiangbing nodded. "People always need to keep moving around; otherwise, life is meaningless."

"Whatever you want, just be careful and cautious. If anything happens, come to me," Chu Fang replied.

"good."

"By the way, Fangzi, what's been going on with you lately? Why are you always posting emo jokes on your WeChat Moments?" Rong Shunji fiddled with his phone. "Did you get cheated on?"

Chu Fang replied calmly, "More or less."

Upon hearing this, the two friends' pupils contracted slightly: "Huh?"

Chu Fang sighed, a helpless expression on his face.

In the past few days, Zhong Tingyue has seemed to have gone crazy, constantly busy with work, getting up at six or seven in the morning and returning home at eleven or twelve at night, then falling asleep as soon as she gets home.

He was busy taking care of Liu Zhe, and the two rarely communicated.

Those who know them know they are engaged, but those who don't might think they are just partners living together.

Chu Fang went on and on about all the bad things Zhong Tingyue said until he felt better and then allowed his two friends to leave.

He continued eating his barbecue, while a young couple next to him spoke softly.

"Baby, I'm sorry, you've suffered because of me."

"I'm not upset. This barbecue is delicious. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy no matter what I eat."

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang felt wronged.

That woman, Zhong Tingyue, is like a workaholic; she only cares about work and doesn't consider my feelings at all.

When the guy in the couple saw Chu Fang all alone, holding a child, he assumed that Chu Fang had experienced a relationship problem. The guy raised his beer and gestured to Chu Fang.

Chu Fang calmed himself down and raised his drink: "I have to drive, sorry."

"I wish you all the best in your love life, brother." The boy sincerely wished him well.

Thank you.

The two toasted each other and then went their separate ways.

It was still early, just past nine o'clock, so Chu Fang didn't rush home. Instead, he went to Zhong Tingyue's studio first.

On the way, suddenly the sound of a car collision came from ahead. Then, the couple from before saw their electric scooter had crashed into a Ferrari 488. They looked terrified, heads bowed, apologizing profusely: "I'm so sorry, so sorry..."

"Ferrari 488, this will cost hundreds of thousands in compensation."

"But it's going to be a huge blood loss."

"This couple is doomed."

“... ..."

Hearing the comments from the passersby, the couple turned pale and didn't know what to do.

They were recent college graduates who hadn't been working long, and their salaries were barely enough to support the two of them; they had no money to pay compensation.

The couple was at a loss, and the boy said, "I'll pay for it."

The girl shook her head: "I was driving the electric scooter, and I crashed the Ferrari. I'll pay for it."

The couple argued over who should pay the compensation.

"You two pay together." The Ferrari owner got out and leaned against the car. "I don't want more, 100,000."

The couple's already pale faces turned even paler, and the girl's eyes welled up with tears.

The boy held the girl's arm and gently comforted her, then said to the Ferrari owner, "I'm sorry, I don't have that much money right now. Can I write you an IOU? I will definitely pay you back."

“No problem,” the Ferrari owner said.

The couple then began writing IOUs.