Chu Fang, who was far away in New York, received a phone call from her father.

He thought for a moment and replied, "Donate."

He graduated from high school, and since Chu's father is still working at the school, he should naturally do his part.

Chu Fang could neither remain virtuous in poverty nor help the world when he was successful; he could only compromise and lend a helping hand to those in need.

That's all.

"How much should we donate?" Chu's father asked.

"Is 30 million enough?" Chu Fang hesitated for a moment.

"That's enough, that's more than enough."

"That's settled then."

After the father and son finished talking, Chu's mother snatched the phone and asked, "My dear son, when are you going back to China?"

"Um... in two or three days." Chu Fang wasn't sure either.

"Oh~~~" Chu's mother said with some disappointment, "You have to go back to China as soon as possible, things are chaotic outside."

Chu Fang comforted his mother and then ended the call.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling New York City below, which seemed even more magnificent under the night sky.

Chu Fang watched for a while, then turned around and lay down directly on Zhong Tingyue's warm legs.

At this moment, Zhong Tingyue is connecting online with friends in the domestic design circle, sharing their thoughts on the entries for this competition.

Zhong Tingyue's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly as she noticed her husband's restless hands. She slapped them, but he remained unmoved.

"Mr. Chu."

"You can continue your live stream, don't worry about me."

Zhong Tingyue turned off the microphone and stared intently at Chu Fang.

"Mr. Chu, I'm angry."

"But what if I just want to harass you?" Chu Fang wriggled his body.

"Then I'm angry."

“Ugh… …” He writhed back and forth like a maggot. “Ms. Zhong, please forgive me. I feel deeply sorry and guilty for my behavior. But I feel uncomfortable if I don’t bother you. Between your discomfort and my discomfort, I made the choice that is most beneficial to you. After all, you once said that seeing me in discomfort is more uncomfortable than seeing yourself in discomfort.”

"You're so glib!" Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, her gaze sharp. "I forgive you."

"Then please forgive me one more time, okay?"

"What's the meaning?"

Chu Fang stood up, placed one foot on Zhong Tingyue's shoulder, and shouted in a deep voice, "Kneel down!"

Zhong Tingyue was on a live stream with her friends. Although the sound was off, the video was still on, and everyone on the stream saw Chu Fang's 'majestic and domineering' scene.

Everyone laughed.

Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched slightly.

Sometimes I really want to call the police.

What followed was a bloody scene inside the house, and in the end, Chu Fang bowed his head and apologized.

"I was wrong."

This wasn't because Chu Fang was afraid of Zhong Tingyue and thus backed down; rather, when a man bows his head, a woman will too, just in a different way.

One is words, the other is actions.

As night deepened, Chu Fang held Zhong Tingyue in his arms and whispered, "Ms. Zhong, are you confident you can win the award?"

What do you think, Mr. Chu?

Chu Fang placed his right hand where it should be and said seriously and solemnly, "I don't know if I'm confident, but I do have something to hold onto."

"screw you!"

He kicked Chu Fang in the face.

... ...

After a three-day exhibition, it was finally time for the awards ceremony.

Before the awards ceremony, Chu Fang took Zhong Tingyue to a clothing store in New York to pick out some beautiful clothes.

Am I ugly?

“Not ugly.” Chu Fang shook his head. “Tonight is an awards ceremony. If you win an award, you’ll be the center of attention, so you’ll naturally want to dress beautifully, elegantly, and appropriately. More importantly, you’ll become a star in the interior design world.”

"Ah, I don't think it's important."

Chu Fang said earnestly, "It's not important to you, but it's very important to me!"

Can an ordinary person like Zhong Tingyue be compared to a celebrity like Zhong Tingyue?

That's different!

Soon, Zhong Tingyue walked out of the dressing room, wearing a moon-white Chinese-style button-down shirt on her upper body and a smoky gray knee-length pleated skirt on her lower body, which just covered her knees and only revealed her slender calves, which shone with a soft luster under the light.

She was completely without makeup, wearing only an engagement ring on her finger, but her every move exuded understated elegance.

Chu Fang stared wide-eyed.

Wang Dachui said somewhat embarrassedly, "Miss Zhong, I think..."

"No!" Chu Fang said sternly, pulling Zhong Tingyue behind him to prevent her from being influenced by outdated culture. "This is mine."

Wang Dachui muttered, "You're so stingy. I'm a woman too, and from your male perspective, I'm quite pretty. Why can't I be?"

Although Wang Dachui's name sounds rather rustic, to be fair, his appearance does meet male aesthetic standards: blond hair, blue eyes, long legs, and a great physique with well-proportioned features.

"Did I say I'm a man?" Chu Fang retorted. "How dare you determine my gender? Do you believe I'll sue you for discrimination?"

The United States is indeed a land of outstanding people and resources. After only two or three days here, Chu Fang has already learned the art of 'magic combat'.

Just do it.

After choosing their outfits, night had fallen, and the four headed to the awards hotel.

Many designers have already arrived here.

"Teacher Zhong, you've arrived." As soon as I arrived, a middle-aged man and woman walked over.

“Teacher Chi, Teacher Wu.” Zhong Tingyue nodded with a smile.

The international design award invited one hundred designers, and Zhong Tingyue was not the only Chinese designer who could participate. These two were the other Chinese designers who were invited.

"Teacher Chu, you really like Teacher Zhong, you follow her around every step of the way," Teacher Chi said.

"Actually, no," Chu Fang replied.

"I really envy you two," Teacher Wu said.

It's not just their love that's envied, but also Chu Fang's wealth.

Only those with money could accompany Zhong Tingyue on her long journey to New York, stay in a luxury hotel, and afford two bodyguards...

Thinking about this, Teacher Wu felt heartbroken.

On his first day there, he was curious about everything around him. He took a photo with a local foreigner who was very friendly and invited him to dinner. The foreigner then took him to a dark alley and robbed him.

He even tried to use connections, thankfully there were kind people around, otherwise his innocence would have been ruined...

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Teacher Chi and Teacher Wu left to greet other designers.

"Why do you designers like to call others 'teacher' so much?" Chu Fang asked.

"This is a form of respect."

"This is a bad habit."

"Teacher Chu is right."

Chu Fang: "..."

Before the awards ceremony began, there was a short lunch break. The arriving designers raised their glasses and chatted with their colleagues in small groups, occasionally bursting into laughter.

It's like the kind of gatherings of high-society people depicted in TV dramas.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue couldn't participate, so they could only sit on the edge and watch these people chat.

"Hypocritical!" Chu Fang declared.

"Mr. Chu is far more hypocritical when he's socializing."

When it comes to social interactions, Mr. Chu is the real expert. He can turn black into white and make people run wild.

"You insulted me."

"sorry."

"I forgive you."

The two sat and chatted.

Chu Fang asked, "Ms. Zhong, do you think you can win the award?"

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and shook her head: "No."

In this industry, she is just an unknown, and so young, with no qualifications and no outstanding works. Being invited this time is already incredibly lucky; she dares not even dream of winning an award.

She didn't come here expecting to win an award; she was just there to participate.

Chu Fang stroked his chin: "I think you can win the award."

Are you kidding me?

"I'm serious."

"Mr. Chu, please don't try to comfort me."

“No,” Chu Fang said. “Don’t believe me? How about we make a bet?”

Zhong Tingyue became interested: "What kind of bet?"

"Whoever loses owes the other something."

"make a deal!"

Zhong Tingyue would naturally not refuse such a 100% gamble.

"You two..." They were making a bet when a voice came from behind them. Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw an elderly white man with a full head of silver hair, his eyes filled with excitement, speaking broken Chinese, "I want to join in too."