Inside the clubhouse.

As technician Hui'er massaged his feet, Chu Fang asked, "Have you only been here a short time?"

"Um."

Why did you come here?

"We're short of money."

Chu Fang and Hui'er chatted briefly for a few minutes, then fell silent.

After the foot massage ended, Hui'er left.

As they stepped out of the private room, several colleagues craned their necks, their faces full of curiosity: "So, so, is President Chu interested in you?"

Hui'er shook her head.

"What a pity." The alluring Mu Mu sighed. "If President Chu had taken a liking to you, you would have never had to worry about food or drink for the rest of your life."

“I don’t want to,” Hui’er refused. “I already feel guilty towards my boyfriend for coming here, let alone doing things that are immoral.”

"Silly girl." Xue'er tapped Hui'er's forehead. "Love and affection are ultimately illusions; only money is real."

Despite what the technicians said, Hui'er stuck to her decision.

When Chu Fang woke up, it was already afternoon.

He stretched and asked himself, "If this continues, will I even survive?"

I barely slept last night and am completely exhausted, and this is just the beginning.

With Zhong Tingyue's damn competitive spirit, she would never let him go if she didn't get pregnant.

"well!"

Chu Fang changed his clothes and then left the club under the escort of the club manager.

The car turned a corner and was waiting at a traffic light when it happened to run into the technician, Hui'er, who was sitting on the back of an electric scooter, with a young man in front of her.

Hui'er was startled when she saw Chu Fang.

"Handsome, nice car." The young man looked at Chu Fang's Bentley and said with a smile.

"Thank you." He nodded. "You're very good too."

“That’s right.” The young man’s face showed no inferiority, and his tone even carried a hint of pride. “Don’t be fooled by your Bentley. I’m not envious of you at all, because I have a girlfriend, while you’re a single dog.”

Chu Fang looked at Hui'er, whose eyes were filled with terror, and she shook her head with a pleading expression.

Hui'er cherished her feelings and hoped that this Mr. Chu would not reveal his identity.

Chu Fang stared at the young man: "Brother, has anyone ever told you to watch where you're going when you go out?"

This person has such low moral character.

They deliberately poked at his wounds.

Watching the Bentley speed away, Hui'er breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man laughed and said, "Hui'er, I promise I will work hard and buy a Bentley someday."

"Yes." Hui'er nodded. "I believe you."

... ...

Night fell at He Yi's home.

He Yi, Zhong Tingyue, and Yang Meina, three sisters, had a get-together.

The three of them were drinking beverages when Yang Meina slammed her hand on the table and shouted, "I want alcohol! Give me alcohol!"

He Yi refused: "I'm pregnant, I can't drink alcohol."

"You can't drink alcohol while pregnant? Who made that rule? Is there no justice? Is there no law?" Yang Meina retorted. "Maybe the baby in your belly likes to drink too?"

"Go to hell." He Yi rolled her eyes.

Zhong Tingyue rested her chin on one hand, staring at He Yi's belly, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong? Who do you owe money to?" Yang Meina asked.

Zhong Tingyue parted her lips slightly: "He Yi, how exactly did you get pregnant?"

She didn't work much that day; her mind was filled with thoughts of her pregnancy.

“I just got pregnant like that,” He Yi replied. “Wu Di and I got pregnant several months after we got married. It takes fate, you don’t need to be in such a hurry.”

"I'm not in a hurry, what I'm in a hurry to do is figure out how to deal with Chu Fang's mother."

Zhong Tingyue then recounted the conflict and struggle between herself and Chu Ma, as well as the bet they made.

"If you lost, you lost," He Yi replied calmly. "Did you really take that bet seriously?"

"Are you saying that if you lose, you won't fight back if Chu Fang's mother targets you in the future? That would be too cowardly."

Zhong Tingyue blinked her bright eyes: "How do you get along with your mother-in-law?"

“Let’s fight, who’s afraid of who?” He Yi replied quite naturally. “I’d fight my own mother, let alone my mother-in-law.”

Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue felt much better.

That's true.

Just do it.

Even if we lose this time, we'll still have to fight in the future.

Yang Meina feigned fear: "Seeing you all like this, I don't even want to get married anymore."

The three chatted until late at night, and then left.

Yang Meina did not go home, but took a taxi to a company.

"My sister-in-law is here."

"Sister Yang comes to pick up Brother Wang every night, it's really enviable."

"Does your sister-in-law have any sisters or close friends? Introduce me to some, so I can enjoy the same treatment as Brother Wang."

“Yes, but one of them is pregnant and the other is getting married soon, so you two have no chance,” Yang Meina replied.

"Forget about the pregnant one, I'd like to handle that myself. But you can introduce me to the one who's getting married soon; maybe I have a chance," Wang Wenhao's colleague said with a smile.

Yang Meina glanced at the man sideways: "Her fiancé is rich, handsome, and a great cook. What do you have?"

"I have a future!"

Yang Meina: "???"

The man straightened his chest and said, "I may not have money, but I have a direction to strive for, and my future is bright; I may be ugly, but ugly men are more gentle; I may not be able to cook, but I can eat. With just these few simple points, I have already won over the fiancé you mentioned."

Yang Meina gave a thumbs up: "You've reached the pinnacle of shamelessness. Amazing!"

Just then, Wang Wenhao came out, and the two then left the company.

Many colleagues watched the two figures walk away and sighed.

"I'm quite envious of Brother Wang; he has a virtuous wife who picks him up from school every night."

"Having such a wife is truly a blessing."

"More importantly, Sister Yang also owns a company and is a wealthy woman. I wonder how Brother Wang found her?"

“... ..."

Yang Meina linked arms with Wang Wenhao, and the two walked along the street toward their home.

"I'm sorry for making you pick me up every night," Wang Wenhao said softly. "Actually, it's not necessary. You can rest at home."

"Hey, I've got nothing else to do anyway." Yang Meina waved her hand.

Wang Wenhao hugged his girlfriend and said, "I don't know how much good fortune I must have accumulated in my past life to have a girlfriend like you."

Whether from an economic or physical perspective, Wang Wenhao is no match for Yang Meina. However, after the two decided to be together through a blind date, Yang Meina entered into a girlfriend relationship with him.

“Perhaps it’s also a blessing for me,” Yang Meina said.

Once Yang Meina decided to date Wang Wenhao, she had already abandoned her lingering attachment to the glamorous world, accepting the fate of marrying him as she pleased.

As her relationship with Wang Wenhao deepened, Yang Meina discovered many of his good qualities, not his wealth or appearance, but his inner gentleness and willingness to be tolerant of her, something many men cannot do.

Sometimes, money isn't that important in a relationship; what matters is whether you can meet your partner's needs and requirements.

Wang Wenhao was able to meet Yang Meina's needs.

She felt it was a good fit.

The two walked along the street.

Yang Meina said, "Working overtime until late every night like this isn't a solution. Why don't you switch jobs or start your own company and be your own boss?"

As a programmer, Wang Wenhao has to work overtime almost every day. Sometimes, he is even called to the company by his boss to modify programs while he is eating.

Work is just too busy.

Wang Wenhao pondered for a moment and replied softly, "In today's internet environment, changing jobs is just about working overtime at a different company. As for starting a company, to be honest, I do have projects I'd like to do, but I need start-up capital."

He paused, then shook his head: "Let's wait a few more years."

"How much do you need? I'll give it to you. If that's not enough, I'll borrow it from Chu Fang," Yang Meina said. "I'll lend you hundreds of millions. I don't believe Chu Fang won't lend it to you. If he doesn't lend it, I won't let Yueyue marry him."

Wang Wenhao smiled and said, "Money borrowed is always repaid."

"Huh?" Yang Meina exclaimed in surprise, "If borrowing money means having to pay it back, who would dare to lend money in the future?"

The two chatted as they walked home.

... ...