Yang Meina had no idea what to do.

She was just talking nonsense.

All life advice is based on one's own understanding. It requires in-depth understanding, deep learning, close observation, and so on to arrive at relevant opinions.

She knew her childhood friend well, but facing a billionaire, a man who surpassed 99% of the wealthy and truly stood at the top of the pyramid, far beyond her comprehension, how could she dare to offer opinions or suggestions?

The only solution Yang Meina could think of was to take it slow.

Try to maintain the current state for now. Wait until the two of you have talked more, your feelings have deepened, and you understand each other better. It's not too late to tell each other the details when it's time to discuss marriage. By then, the deed is done, and the impact should be minimized.

Yang Meina looked Chu Fang up and down, who was deep in thought, and couldn't help but feel a little more admiration for him.

Chu Fang almost entirely considered things from Zhong Tingyue's perspective, considering what difficulties existed between them, whether they affected each other's moods, whether they were happy or not... Even the wealth that ordinary people would go crazy for, he didn't flaunt in front of Zhong Tingyue like a treasure.

Instead, they prioritize the other person's dignity, face, and emotional fluctuations, showing meticulous consideration for them.

She had to admit, she was genuinely envious.

The two talked for a long time, and Yang Meina did not leave until late at night.

Standing at the door, Chu Fang sincerely said, "Thank you."

"It's alright." Yang Meina waved her hand casually. "As long as you two are doing well, I'm already content."

He paused, pursed his lips, and said, "I would be even happier if you could swallow three steamed buns."

The steamed bun incident remains etched in her memory, deeply imprinted, and she will never forget it for the rest of her life.

"Hmm..." Chu Fang stroked his chin, a kind smile appearing on his face, and said slowly, "It's inconvenient."

With that, she slammed the door shut. Yang Meina, left outside, gritted her teeth, almost screaming, "You bitch!!!"

It's truly remarkable that a billionaire can be so shamelessly sassy.

She kicked the door hard a few times to vent her anger before leaving.

After leaving the residential area, he took out his phone from his bag, looked at the messages on it, raised an eyebrow, and sent a message to Chu Fang.

[Minako: I was just kidding, you're really going to spend money?]

One carnival after another appeared in her live stream, all from Chu Fang.

[Solo player in a dating game: I owe you one.]

[Minako: Stop spamming. No matter how many times you spam, it won't change my attitude towards you. You're such a jerk.]

I've already been to the carnival more than a dozen times.

[Solo player in a dating game: Okay, I'm not farming anymore.]

The gifts in the live stream disappeared, and Yang Meina twitched the corner of her mouth.

I told you not to swipe, and you really didn't. How can you be so honest? I don't think you're an honest person at all.

Are you being a jerk again?

[Solo player in a dating game: Actually, I wanted to spend all five million, but since you don't want it, never mind...]

【Minako: mmp.】

As they were talking, a carnival gift suddenly appeared in the live stream, followed by a message.

[Solo player in a dating game: Zhong Tingyue is opening a studio, and she probably doesn't have enough funds. Please invest this money in her studio. There's no need for a bank transfer; just show it in the live stream. I want you to have a legitimate source of funds.]

[Solo player in a dating game: Thank you for your help.]

Yang Meina looked at the message but didn't reply. She put her phone in her bag, looked up at the night sky, and reached out to the bright moon, wanting to grasp its radiance.

Unfortunately, it was all just a flower in the water and the moon in the mirror.

... ...

"Oh dear, I never thought sending gifts would be such a chore." In the room, Chu Fang lay on the sofa, cracking his knuckles with a crisp sound.

He swiped nearly two thousand of the three thousand carnival cards, until his fingers ached.

His idea for sending gifts was simple: to find a reasonable way to raise funds for Zhong Tingyue's studio. Yang Meina happened to be a streamer, and he had more than five million yuan in his account. Moreover, he knew he wouldn't send any more gifts in the foreseeable future, so it would be a waste to leave the money there. He was also too lazy to find a way to withdraw it.

Why not just transfer the money to Yang Meina directly, and let this childhood friend give the money to Zhong Tingyue?

As for whether Yang Meina would embezzle such a large sum of money, that's up to her.

If not, that's great; if yes, it doesn't matter either. Spending millions to get to know a person's character is not a bad deal.

Of course, based on his understanding of Yang Meina, she should be a fairly upright girl, greedy for money but with a proper way of acquiring it.

Just then, Yang Meina sent a message.

[Minako: Idiot, change your Douyin name and use the same name on all your social media. Anyone with a little brainpower could figure that out.]

[Solo Queue Player in Love: The Shy .JpG]

... ...

The day after resigning, Zhong Tingyue immediately began preparing for the various procedures and processes of opening her studio. Nowadays, starting a company is very simple, but the difficulty lies in the lack of start-up capital.

The soaring prices of office buildings in Shanghai have exceeded her budget, and she can foresee various future costs, which has put her under immense pressure.

Fortunately, her childhood friend Yang Meina had a "big brother" who gave her a large sum of money. She invested that money in her studio, which saved her from going bankrupt right from the start.

"Nana, have you thought this through? Two million yuan can be used for a down payment on a house in Shanghai, or to buy a house in our hometown. It can also earn nearly ten thousand yuan in interest a year if you put it in the bank. If you invest it all in my studio and it goes bankrupt, you'll lose everything." Despite having advised her childhood friend countless times, Zhong Tingyue still had to warn her again, even with two million yuan in savings.

"It's okay, so what if it's broken? It's not mine anyway," Yang Meina waved her hand dismissively.

"ah?"

"Oh... I mean, I have complete faith in your abilities. You can definitely do it. Believe in yourself."

"Hoo..." Zhong Tingyue tried to appear calm as she exhaled the pent-up frustration in her chest. "I will try my best and I will definitely not let you down."

Standing beside her, Chu Fang sensed that Zhong Tingyue was under a lot of pressure and reminded her, "It's okay, if you lose money, you lose money. Money is just an external thing."

“It’s not your money, of course you don’t care.” Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at him, exuding charm, and muttered.

“That’s right, that’s right.” Yang Meina chimed in, indignantly, “That’s my hard-earned money, don’t you understand?”

He Yi narrowed her eyes into slits, her face beaming with joy, finding it increasingly interesting.

She couldn't help but feel envious of her best friend, who had a boyfriend so willing to help her. She hoped for a happy ending.