Central Plains.

As the wedding date approached, the Zhong family's home was decorated with festive colors. Red lanterns hung high inside and outside the house, and celebratory couplets were pasted on the vermilion gate.

"Wow, whose wedding is this? It's quite a grand affair," a passerby exclaimed in surprise.

"The Zhong family's daughter's wedding is naturally a grand affair," a villager explained. "This family's daughter owns a company in Shanghai, managing thousands of employees; she's a big boss."

"sharp!"

"That's nothing special." The man shook his head. "What's even more impressive is the son-in-law of the Zhong family. Not only is he handsome, but his business is also huge. I recently heard that the Zhong family's son-in-law is working on a big project. Do you know what it is? It'll shock you."

"Others want to build a lid on the Pacific Ocean to prevent direct sunlight and water evaporation. Once that's done, it will benefit all mankind."

"Ghost... ..."

... ...

At Zhong's house.

Neighbors came to help and put up a tent in the Zhong family's yard to prevent it from getting wet in the rain these past few days.

"Everyone, hurry up and get to work. After we're done, I'll treat you to cigarettes," Zhong Ping commanded from his wheelchair.

"Hua Zi's cigarettes are harsh on the throat," a friend said. "Ping Zi, why don't you let us try some of your treasured cigarettes?"

"That's right, we brothers are exhausted."

These friends have never forgotten Zhong Ping's good cigarettes ever since they tried them.

Zhong Ping nodded; "Okay, I'll treat you to some good cigarettes."

Zhong Ping had a leg injury, and his friends had been busy taking care of him these past few days, so he naturally wanted to repay them.

A few days ago, Chu Fang considered that he would need a lot of cigarettes for his wedding, so he spent a lot of money to buy dozens of cartons of special cigarettes and mail them back to him, just to entertain his guests.

"good!"

"You've finally stopped being stingy."

... ...

On one side of the yard, several women were cleaning.

Yang Meina's parents looked around and said, "Ayun, you don't need to make such a big deal out of it."

“Exactly, exactly, it’s a waste of money,” one of the women nodded in agreement.

"Sigh, I had no choice," Gao Ruoyun sighed. "Chu Fang's family held a very grand event, so we had no choice but to go along with it."

In the past, when the two families discussed wedding arrangements, they tried to spend as little money as possible to have a warm and happy wedding.

However, Chu's mother was a capricious person who would want to buy this or that, and do this or that, so the wedding expenses gradually exceeded expectations.

Upon hearing this, Gao Ruoyun also increased the expenses for the wedding.

After all, we can't let our family lose face.

The two families increased their spending, creating competition. If Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue hadn't found out and stopped their elders, the wedding would have turned out very differently.

"Your in-laws are really something."

"Actually, it's nothing. Chu Fang is the only son in his family, and his mother just hopes that her son's wedding will be a success," Gao Ruoyun explained.

Although Gao Ruoyun and Chu's mother didn't get along, she still spoke up for Chu's mother in public.

However, once they were on their own, they became like enemies, irreconcilable.

Today, Gao Ruoyun even stole green energy from Chu's mother's Ant Forest account, which angered Chu's mother so much that she sent several 60-second voice messages.

Gao Ruyun knew without even hearing it that it was definitely beautiful Mandarin.

"By the way, when is Xiaoyue coming back?" one of the sisters asked.

"Tomorrow," Gao Ruoyun replied.

... ...

Inside the studio.

Chu Fang lay on his workstation, looking out the window at the beautiful figure in the office. Her face was fair, her skin was as white as snow, her nose was delicate and straight, and her hair was as pure as a cherry. Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Zhong Tingyue wore a caramel-colored knit dress that softly hugged her figure, outlining her slender waist and exquisite curves.

She wore a beige thin knit cardigan over it; the loose fit added a touch of lazy casualness to the overall look.

Under the sunlight, it exudes a subtle and elegant charm.

"Ms. Zhong is so beautiful," Chu Fang couldn't help but exclaim. "It's just been so long since I've seen her."

Zhong Tingyue will be going home tomorrow to start preparing for the wedding, and the two will be separated for about ten days.

Jiang Wenzhen walked over carrying the documents: "Chu Fang."

"Call me father."

“I’m your dad!” Jiang Wenzhen rolled her eyes. “Guan Guan and I are going to your wedding. Shouldn’t you reimburse us for the plane tickets?”

"Why should I?"

"You're rich."

"So just because I have money means I should report it, right?"

"yes."

"Go if you want, don't go if you don't," Chu Fang replied.

Jiang Wenzhen nodded; "Fine, you're not going to report it, huh? I'll pay for it myself. Don't blame me for being heartless then."

Chu Fang: "... ..., report, report, alright?"

Jiang Wenzhen tilted her chin up and said to Cai Guan in a smug tone, "Guan Guan, can you check how much it costs to rent a private jet? I want to take a private jet to Chengdu."

After Jiang Wenzhen left, Chu Fang glared at her and said, "Go to hell!"

They used him as a scapegoat.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, a relaxed atmosphere began to permeate the studio.

Because of Zhong Tingyue's wedding, the studio is on holiday from today until National Day, and it's a paid holiday, which is truly a blessing.

As soon as Chu Fang got off work, many colleagues sent him their blessings.

"Brother Chu, I wish you and President Zhong a happy marriage and a blissful life together."

"I have nothing else to say, just that you two have a few more big, healthy babies."

“... ..."

In response to the well wishes, Chu Fang was very generous, sending out red envelopes in the studio group, each containing no less than 666 yuan.

Her colleagues in the studio then left, and Zhong Tingyue strolled out, extending her fair hand: "Mr. Chu, where is my red envelope?"

"Red envelope? Yes, I have one worth billions. It's up to you whether you can accept it."

"I can, it just depends on whether Mr. Chu has that much." Zhong Tingyue's eyes were like two pools of autumn water, shimmering and captivating.

Chu Fang: "..."

This woman is getting bolder and bolder.

... ...

The two then left, and as soon as they got downstairs, they saw Yang Meina and He Yi leaning against the car.

Yang Meina walked over: "Chu Fang, why are you still standing here? Today's Yueyue is ours, it has nothing to do with you."

With that, Yang Meina and He Yi helped Zhong Tingyue into the car and then left.

Watching the car disappear into the traffic, Chu Fang said angrily, "BYD, where did this so-called 'single's night' come from?"

Yang Meina and He Yi wanted to celebrate Zhong Tingyue's transition from single life to bachelorhood, so they threw a bachelorette party that lasted until dawn. Only the three of them were allowed to participate; no one else was permitted.

“You have your Singles’ Night, and so do I,” Chu Fang said, scrolling through his phone.