A Life of Financial Freedom

Ordinary people always fantasize about financial freedom, beautiful women, luxury cars, yachts... However, compared to all these material things, Chu Fang desires a sincere relationship even more, ...

Chapter 792 I'm so cold...

"Brother, what's your name?" Chu Fang slapped his forehead. "I forgot, Abalone."

Xiang Rui: "... ..."

Taxi driver Bao Yan gritted his teeth: "Bao Yan."

Chu Fang was surprised: "Eh? You changed your name? When did you change it?"

"Just now."

"Oh~~~" he then understood.

Xiang Rui cut to the chase: "Let me be frank, you and my little sister are not a good match. What will it take for you to leave my little sister?"

The car was silent and quiet.

Chu Fang asked, "That's it?"

"What's gone?"

"Of course, there are conditions for leaving." Chu Fang's pupils dilated, looking incredulous. "You're just going to let me leave without offering any conditions?"

While wealthy families typically use coercion and bribery to persuade poor boys to leave school, these two brothers simply said one thing and did nothing to get something for nothing.

If you two don't have the ability, then don't try to show off, okay?

Hearing this, Xiang Rui and Bao Yan were not angry; on the contrary, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Fang's words meant that things had taken a turn for the better and were open to discussion. In other words, as long as the conditions were right, things could be done.

What they feared most was that Chu Fang would fall into the trap of emotions and refuse to leave, which would be truly hopeless.

The two men looked at each other, and Bao Yan spoke: "Fifty thousand."

Chu Fang: "You and Xiang Linlin are childhood sweethearts."

"One hundred thousand."

"Childhood sweethearts".

Two hundred thousand.

"They get along very well."

"Five hundred thousand."

Chu Fang: "..."

He was very upset; the two brothers were quite poor and didn't have much money in their pockets.

He looked the Lamborghini up and down, examined it carefully, and then said, "This car is nice. Give it to me, and I'll leave immediately."

Bao Yan's lips twitched: "This belongs to someone else. I'm just driving it to show off. I only recently bought a new Aston Martin worth a little over a million."

"Wow, so you don't always tell the truth..." Chu Fang thought to himself, and quickly made a decision: "The Aston Martin is mine, and I promise to leave Xiang Linlin. From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other."

Torn between an Aston Martin and the girl he loves, Bao Yan is caught in a dilemma.

Xiang Rui then said, "No problem, the car is yours, you leave my little sister."

Bao Yan's pupils widened.

You're not my brother. You agreed before I even said anything. Did you ask for my opinion?

But since they were brothers who had grown up together and were also Linlin's biological brother, Bao Yan had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Chu Fang clapped: "Great!"

Then Bao Yan turned the steering wheel and headed to the car dealership. Once there, he transferred the car to Chu Fang's name.

Chu Fang now owns another car. He looked around the Aston Martin, kicked the rim, and couldn't help but complain, "What a piece of junk."

"Do you buy cars here?" Chu Fang turned around and looked at the 4S store manager.

"In principle, we don't accept cars, but Young Master Chu is an exception to the principle," the 4S store manager said with a slight bow, trying to curry favor.

"Alright, take this car." Chu Fang patted the shop manager on the shoulder. "I don't want any more, one million."

With just a few words, Chu Fang sold the Aston Martin, and then the 4S store manager arranged for a salesperson to drive Chu Fang away.

It was only then that the 4S store manager noticed two people standing next to him who seemed to be detached from outer space.

"Is there anything else, gentlemen?" The 4S store manager knew that the two men had come with Chu Fang, so he naturally dared not neglect them.

Bao Yan's eyes flickered, as if he were a dull dazed person awakening after being frozen for thousands of years, bewildered by the world.

who I am?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

... ...

Too many questions and confusions lingered in Bao Yan's mind.

Xiang Rui's voice was hoarse: "What was that just now?"

"Young Master Chu," the 4S store manager replied.

Bao Yan: "Chu... ...Young Master?"

"You two don't know? Young Master Chu is our most distinguished customer," the 4S store manager said. "He once bought our company's most luxurious sports car, the only one of its kind in the world."

Chu Fang had bought many luxury cars, but after driving most of them for a while, he lost interest in selling them.

Therefore, he knows many people from luxury car companies.

"How did you two come to know Young Master Chu?" the 4S store manager asked.

Xiang Rui did not answer the other party's question, but instead helped his buddy Bao Yan leave the place, their backs looking very lonely.

Stepping out of the 4S store, the 30-degree weather outside felt chilly on my skin.

Xiang Rui took out his phone and saw a message in the family group chat. Xiang Linlin admitted that today's incident was fake and that she had asked a friend to impersonate her.

Xiang Rui: "... ..."

My dear sister, you've really put your older brother through a lot of trouble.

“Bao Yan… ” He looked up and met Bao Yan’s aggrieved eyes. “It’s not my fault. I only found out now.”

Bao Yan's eyes reddened: "This is too much!"

He felt like a circus clown, completely fooled by Chu Fang. He lost his beloved car, and his love... he got nothing in return.

This world is so cold, I feel so cold...

... ...

Inside the studio.

"Sister Zhong, Sister Zhong..."

Jiang Wenzhen waved in front of Zhong Tingyue, and when the latter came back to her senses, she said, "Sister Zhong, what's wrong with you lately? You seem to be spacing out a lot."

"Perhaps I didn't sleep well," Zhong Tingyue said as she signed the document.

Jiang Wenzhen then left the office. Before closing the door, she craned her neck and said, "Sister Zhong, you and Chu Fang should take care of yourselves. There's plenty of time in the future, a little while won't make a difference."

After saying that, Jiang Wenzhen immediately closed the door.

Zhong Tingyue simply smiled at Jiang Wenzhen's teasing, then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, crossed her arms, and looked down at the scenery below.

Her eyes were deep and bright, revealing a contemplative and reverie that transcended worldly concerns.

She hasn't been able to concentrate on work lately; her mind is filled with thoughts of having a child—whether she's ready, whether she has the mindset for motherhood, and whether she has the ability to raise a child...

These problems troubled her, and like Chu Fang, she was trapped in a predicament from which she could not extricate herself.

"Sigh!" After thinking for a long time without finding an answer, Zhong Tingyue parted her lips slightly, "Why is it so difficult?"

Just then, Chu Fang sent a message, telling Zhong Tingyue everything that had happened that day, and also showing off his bank balance, which showed a small increase of one million in income.

[Solo Queue Player in Love: Image.JpG]

[A solo queue player in a dating game: Sometimes making money is that simple, like picking it up off the street.]

[Wang Shu: You're so mean.]

[Solo player in a dating game: Actually, I didn't intend to mess with Bao Yan; I was just playing with him. It's his fault for showing off. Later, I returned the car to him, but he refused, saying he wanted to stand up for his dignity.]

[Solo player in a dating game: For Bao Yan's dignity, I had no choice but to reluctantly accept this million. Actually... I'm also very upset.]

[Solo Queue Player in Love: Blue Mushroom.JpG]

Wang Shu: ... ...

After chatting for a few minutes, Chu said he had something to do and ended the conversation.

Zhong Tingyue received another message from her future mother-in-law.

[A little fairy: Bad woman, come on account.]

Recently, Chu's mother has become obsessed with Peace Elite and asked Chu Fang to play with her, but Chu Fang was not willing to play this kind of game, so she handed it over to Zhong Tingyue. That's how the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law met in the game.

[Wang Shu: Not going.]

[A little fairy: I'm your future mother-in-law!]

[Wang Shu: I'm still your future daughter-in-law.]

After some commotion, Zhong Tingyue logged into the game. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo vowed to kill all their opponents in the game, but as soon as they landed, they encountered many enemies. Zhong Tingyue immediately ran away, while Chu's mother was killed on the spot.

[A little fairy: Zhong Tingyue, I will never let you get away with this!]

Zhong Tingyue, controlling her character, said: "On the battlefield, there are no fathers and sons. Mom, you're still too young. You need to practice!"

She played a few games with Chu's mother until it was time to leave work, only then remembering that she still had a lot of work to do. She slapped her forehead and said, "Oh dear, I haven't finished again. Zhong Tingyue, how can you be so lazy and irresponsible?"

“Starting tomorrow, you can no longer be disturbed by outside affairs. Focus on your work. You are the woman who will trample Mr. Chu underfoot.”

"But today... well, let's just forget about it."

Zhong Tingyue gave herself a lecture, then packed up her documents and left the studio.

"Huh, where is Mr. Chu?" She was puzzled when she got downstairs and didn't see Chu Fang.

Generally speaking, Chu Fang doesn't go to work, but he will come to pick up Zhong Tingyue after get off work.

Zhong Tingyue didn't think much of it and slowly walked home with the crowd of people leaving get off work.

As she opened the door to her home, the tabby cat, as always, jumped into her arms, snuggling affectionately, while the little yellow cat wagged its tail, welcoming her home. Only the newly arrived calico cat, "Hua Hua," remained as timid as ever, huddled under the table.

Zhong Tingyue carried the tabby cat into the living room. There was a sheet of white paper on the table, and Chu Fang was lying on the table, studying it intently.

She glanced at it and was amazed. The white paper read: Appropriate Analysis Method.

... ...