Zhong Tingyue returned home with her thoughts in mind. The house was pitch black: "Huh? Why is there no light in the house? Could it be that Mr. Chu hasn't come home yet?"

Just then, a stick whistled past: "Which mountain ghost are you from? How dare you trespass into my room! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven, subdue demons and eliminate evil, and take you away, you female ghost!"

The room lights were turned on, revealing Chu Fang dressed in a magnolia-colored kasaya, holding a stick in one hand against Zhong Tingyue's neck. His other hand was raised in a single palm, and he was chanting Buddhist scriptures.

"Tonight, under a dark and windy sky, this old monk, holding fast to his principles, unexpectedly encountered a beautiful female ghost. What a scoundrel!"

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

This is my incredibly capable Mr. Chu.

Is my dear Mr. Chu capable of dealing with Ye Zhijie?

Zhong Tingyue began to have doubts.

After Chu Fang finished chanting the Buddhist scriptures, he opened his eyes and exclaimed, "You female ghost, how dare you corrupt my resolve!"

Zhong Tingyue took off her coat: "How did I corrupt your Daoist heart?"

“In my heart, you are so pitiful. You are trying to make me pity you by playing the victim, so that I will let you go.”

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at Chu Fang before entering the bathroom. Chu Fang had intended to go in with her, but the door blocked his way. He didn't mind, leaning against the bathroom door, and said, "Ms. Zhong, how about the class reunion tonight?"

"not bad."

Have you run into your ex-boyfriend?

"some."

"What?!"

"whee... ..."

Late at night, moonlight seeped into the bedroom.

"Ms. Zhong."

"Um."

You seem to have something on your mind.

No, how did you know?

"You seem to be getting 'richer'. Is it because of your worries that you're becoming 'rich'?"

Zhong Tingyue slapped those hands away.

Chu Fang pursed his lips: "It's a pity he's not generous."

These days, wealthy and generous women are rare.

What's wrong with this world?

... ...

By September, Chu Fang was getting busier, because he was getting married in a month and had many things to take care of.

On this day, Chu Fang arrived at the wedding company early in the morning, where the manager warmly greeted him.

"Sir, what are your thoughts on your wedding?"

Chu Fang replied: "Grand yet simple, traditional yet innovative."

This is the theme he has been thinking about for a long time and has chosen for his wedding.

A grand and solemn wedding is a must, after all, a person only gets married once in their life, but Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue are rather low-key and do not want the whole world to know about it.

On the other hand, they are both quite traditional and appreciate Chinese weddings, but they also want to add some color to the traditional Chinese wedding to make it more fashionable.

The store manager didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Your budget... ..."

Chu Fang replied, "Money is not a problem."

The store manager craned his neck and asked cautiously, "The problem is you don't have any money?"

Did I say the last sentence?

The store manager immediately realized that he had encountered a rich guy.

I don't care how much it costs, I just want a beautiful wedding.

"Is it possible?"

"able!"

"Okay, I'll leave this to you." With that, Chu Fang left the wedding planning company. Before leaving, he tapped his forehead. "By the way, I don't want any of those thank-you ceremonies at the wedding. They're too awkward."

Chu Fang had attended many weddings, and what he disliked most was the scene where the newlyweds and their parents expressed gratitude and cried on stage.

He felt quite awkward.

The audience below the stage was wondering when the meal would start, while the newlyweds on stage were crying and sobbing. The two sides were not on the same wavelength. The audience below the stage had to applaud and cheer, while the newlyweds on stage thought their wedding had received many blessings.

It's all so hypocritical.

"clear!"

The store manager saw him to the door, watching Chu Fang's back as it turned into walking banknotes in her eyes.

"My money, my money, I'm going to be rich!"

"The manager has gone mad," the receptionist thought.

... ...

In fact, Zhong Tingyue did not want to have a big wedding. She herself did not care about these things, but Chu Fang persuaded her that there is only one wedding in a lifetime, so she should try to make it beautiful so that she could find comfort when she looks back on the wedding in her old age.

Chu Fang had just gotten into the car when he received a call from an unknown number. He answered the phone, and a voice on the other end said, "Hello."

Chu Fang replied directly, "I'm not good. Can you apologize to me?"

"sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

The person on the other end paused, then asked, "Why?"

"Because... I'm going to hang you."

After saying that, Chu hung up the phone, feeling a bit of a toothache: "Dude, how come my information is spreading everywhere? People call me every day."

"Was it leaked when you bought the package?"

"From now on, when I buy things online, I'll fill in Zhong Tingyue's phone number."

A few days ago, Chu Fang received a call about an overdue loan from a microloan company, claiming to be an emergency contact for someone.

At the time, Chu Fang had nothing to do, so he chatted with the debt collector for more than two hours. Chu Fang said that he had nothing to do with the person whose loan was overdue, and in the end, the debt collector went crazy.

Then he started arguing with Chu Fang again. They argued for half an hour, and the debt collector concluded that Chu Fang was sick. Seriously sick.

Just as Chu Fang was about to drive, he saw a message from the same person who had called earlier. The message read: "I am Zhong Tingyue's college classmate. Can we meet?"