Chu Zhiye stood on the Bund, taking in the surrounding scenery.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Brother, brother."

The surrounding voices pulled him back to reality. He looked in the direction of the voices and saw a smiling man: "Sorry to bother you, brother. Can we borrow your camera? We need to take some photos."

“No problem.” Chu Zhi also generously handed the camera to the other party.

Soon after, the man and several companions were seen taking pictures.

It's obvious that these people have a background in photography, paying attention to shooting angles and lighting, resulting in beautiful and highly artistic images.

In contrast, Chu Zhiye's photos appear ordinary and unremarkable.

"Holy crap!"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the latest camera from that foreign company, right?"

"Hiss... ...It really is."

"It's worth at least six figures."

"For the rich guy only!"

Several people discovered the value of the camera, examined it carefully, and were all surprised.

Seeing its high value, the group immediately returned the camera to Chu Zhiye: "We're sorry, we don't know how much this thing is worth. It's really presumptuous of us to borrow it without permission."

Chu Zhi smiled and said, "I don't mind lending it to you, you can take your time filming."

The group exchanged glances, unable to resist the allure of a high-quality camera, as photography enthusiasts, and immediately continued taking pictures.

These people took many photos of the people and things around them.

Finally, he transferred the photos to his phone and reluctantly returned the camera to Chu Zhiye.

"Thanks."

Thank you very much.

Chu Zhi also shook his head: "It's nothing."

The group bought him a cup of milk tea as a thank you, and then they parted ways.

Watching Chu Zhiye's departing figure, the group sighed with emotion:

"It's good to be rich."

"Why am I not a second-generation rich kid?"

"Because your father, I am not a self-made millionaire."

"You're taking advantage of me!"

Chu Zhiye walked while drinking milk tea, the most classic pearl milk tea. The sweetness of the milk tea, the aroma of the tea, and the chewy texture of the pearls were perfectly combined, giving people a rich and wonderful taste and texture experience.

After saying goodbye to the others, he continued taking photos alone.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was setting, and the sky was ablaze with red clouds.

Just as he was getting ready to go home, Wei Haoran called.

He then answered, and heard Wei Haoran's loud voice: "Zhiye, have you returned to China?"

"I've gone back."

"I'm having a party here, come and join the fun."

Wei Haoran is also from Shanghai, and that's why the two of them stuck together and became friends while abroad.

Chu Zhi thought for three seconds and replied, "Okay."

... ...

As night falls, the luxurious European-style villa is brightly lit, its white marble exterior gleaming, and its pointed roof soaring high.

Inside the hall, dazzling crystal chandeliers adorned the space, and renowned paintings complemented the furniture. Elegantly dressed men and women strolled about, while on the open-air balcony, people enjoyed the scenery and chatted, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

"Old Wei, when is your friend arriving?" a man dressed in strange clothes asked, swaying to the music.

"Right away," Wei Haoran replied. "That's my roommate of four years, don't mess around."

“Since you are Lao Wei’s friend, you are also our friend. We always treat our friends with warmth,” the man, who was still wearing sunglasses that night, replied.

“What we’re best at is making new friends,” the blonde girl in hot pants chimed in. “By the way, how’s your friend?”

Wei Haoran stroked his chin and said slowly, "Zhiye is a very easy person to get along with."

"That's good!"

Suddenly, a deafening cheer erupted from the villa.

Following the navigation address, Chu Zhi arrived at his destination and saw many men and women jumping off the second-floor platform into the swimming pool.

He called Wei Haoran, and soon Wei Haoran came out quickly.

"Chiya, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you for so long."

Wei Haoran then pulled him into the villa and introduced him to several of his friends.

The strangely dressed man was named Xi Feiang, 23 years old, and exuded the unique confidence of a rich second-generation.

The man wearing sunglasses saluted Chu Zhiye: "Salute!"

Chu Zhiye: "... ..."

Wei Haoran introduced, "This is 'Luo Chen,' who idolizes a famous director, so he wears sunglasses all the time."

The two nodded to each other.

Wei Haoran was about to introduce the next friend when the blond man in hot pants stopped him: "I don't want you to introduce me. My story is too much for you to tell in just a few words. I'll do it myself."

The blond guy in hot pants tugged at Chu Zhiye's sleeve, blinking his eyes: "Handsome, I felt dizzy just now, do you know why?"

"have no idea."

"Because love makes people dizzy."

This blonde man in hot pants is named 'Bai Hui', and he... likes handsome men.

Chu Zhiye sat down, and Bai Hui sat down beside him, her eyes glaring and her body seemingly boneless, as if she were about to fall into Chu Zhiye's arms.

He went through tremendous effort to avoid Bai Hui.

It was clearly a rather wild party, with many wealthy young men and beautiful women.

Xi Feiang, the host of the party, delivered a passionate speech, which immediately sparked cheers from the villa.

Xi Feiang glanced around, quite satisfied with the reactions of those around him. Suddenly, he noticed Chu Zhi sitting in a corner, his expression calm and indifferent.

He snapped his fingers, and a beautiful woman in a bikini next to him immediately understood and then walked towards Chu Zhiye in her high heels.

To Xi Feiang's surprise, Chu Zhi also clasped his hands in a fist and refused the beautiful woman's advances.

He frowned slightly.

“Your friend is unreliable.” Luo Chen adjusted his sunglasses. “He comes to the party and does nothing but sit there aimlessly.”

Wei Haoran explained, "Zhi doesn't like this kind of scene either."

Parties abroad are much crazier than those in China, and Chu Zhiye rarely participates in them.

Xi Feiang said, "If you don't like it, then why did you come here?"

Chu Zhi also walked over: "I apologize, everyone. It's late, and I'm planning to go home. Thank you for your hospitality today."

Although Xi Feiang was somewhat displeased, he still maintained a smile: "You are Lao Wei's friend, so naturally you are our friend. Please don't mind if we haven't been very hospitable today."

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, Chu Zhiye left the villa, and Wei Haoran saw him off.

"Pretentious! So pretentious!" Luo Chen complained, watching Chu Zhiye's retreating figure. "He's already here, why is he pretending to be so pure and innocent?"

“Exactly, exactly.” Bai Hui nodded. “He didn’t even glance at her.”

Luo Chen adjusted his sunglasses: "Let me see."

"Get out!" Bai Hui slapped her friend across the face.

... ...

As night fell, the noise coming from the villa could be heard from a great distance.

Fortunately, there were no other residents around this villa, otherwise, they would have been extremely unlucky.

Chu Zhiye and Wei Haoran walked side by side.

He spoke softly, "I'm sorry, Haoran, I've caused you trouble."

"Hey, it's no trouble at all." Wei Haoran waved his hand. "Everyone has their own way of life. As long as you like it, that's fine. But if you have to do things that make you unhappy just to please others, what's the point of living?"

"I had a few too many drinks today and forgot you don't like this kind of scene."

"This is my fault."

The two were roommates for four years. As the saying goes, the closest relationship is that we have studied together, shared a bed, and done so together.

Chu Zhiye and Wei Haoran did not have any rift because of this incident.

Wei Haoran escorted him to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and the two said goodbye.

It wasn't until late at night that Chu Zhiye returned home. After a quick wash, he went to bed.