The bedroom door was unlocked. Zhong Tingyue pushed the door open and saw a simple room, just like the bedrooms in the Tanhua Community, simple, clean, and neat.
This bedroom is much larger than the bedrooms in the Tanhua residential area, with an extra-large wardrobe, a separate bathroom... it doesn't feel empty at all.
She left the door slightly ajar, entered the room, and walked to the window. There was a desk with a computer on it, and she imagined Chu Fang sitting at the desk playing games.
Next to her stood a photo frame, a group photo from their university graduation. Zhong Tingyue immediately noticed her boyfriend's handsome face, his bright smile, and several friends around him, all with the same smile. But for some reason, based solely on the photo, she sensed that Chu Fang seemed to be filled with boredom and apathy towards the world.
Several documents were placed next to her, and Zhong Tingyue casually flipped through them: "Fangzheng Investment Co., Ltd., with Chu Fang as the legal representative and 100% shareholder, and a registered capital of 165 million."
Perhaps she was already mentally prepared, so she wasn't surprised to see this.
Moreover, the next document was a cryptocurrency transaction record, with transaction amounts displayed like in a game simulator, starting with a simple Arabic numeral followed by an endless string of zeros.
"Amazing." Zhong Tingyue didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop her from admiring her boyfriend.
It is obvious that this document records the reasons why Chu Fang rose to power.
No wonder he came from an ordinary family but had already achieved financial freedom.
The financial industry is extremely profitable.
The documents—Fangzheng Investment Co., Ltd. and cryptocurrency transaction records—shattered Chu Fang's image in her mind.
My boyfriend is a financial genius who has made a fortune and is now choosing to enjoy life.
Chu Fang never expected that the transaction record document he had casually forged would not fool his parents, but instead be seen by Zhong Tingyue.
It has to be said, fate is unpredictable.
Zhong Tingyue put down the document and her gaze fell on a handwritten notebook next to her, which was equipped with a combination lock. She had to enter the password manually to open it and view the contents.
She raised an eyebrow.
Nowadays, writing a diary is a rare thing.
She picked up the notebook, randomly entered a password, but it didn't open. After a moment of thought, she entered Chu Fang's password, but that also didn't open.
Zhong Tingyue initially wanted to put it aside, but a thought suddenly popped into her mind: she had lost her own birthday.
Click!
It's open.
A faint smile appeared on Zhong Tingyue's lips.
Since it's been opened, it must be God's will that I see it.
She opened her diary, and the first sentence read: "What normal person writes a diary? I'm not normal, I do!"
September 1, 2018: This is an extraordinary day, so let's begin my diary. Today I started university. Mom cried her eyes out, and even Lao Chu's eyes were red. I felt quite sad too; it's my first time away from my parents, and I feel completely lost. Especially... I think I posted something? `\\(◎o◎\\)`
2018.9.2: Is someone trying to harm me? Something's not right. Let me check. (v?v)
September 3, 2018 - September 30, 2018: Still browsing... ...(，，?? . ??，，)
October 1, 2018: Holy crap! I'm really rich! Wow~ ⊙o⊙ Wow~, how do I pretend to be... ...Pshaw, how do I be a good rich person who doesn't do bad things? I need help urgently. Today I was especially extravagant. I ordered a bowl of beef noodles at the cafeteria, the kind with three extra portions of beef. The moment I made eye contact with the cafeteria lady, I knew I looked incredibly cool today.
Zhong Tingyue's eyes curved into crescent shapes, sparkling with a joyful light, like the warm and radiant spring sunshine.
She could already picture her young boyfriend becoming incredibly wealthy, and it was quite amusing.
He then continued reading, and as expected, after becoming wealthy, Chu Fang squandered his money recklessly, frequenting various high-end venues: bars, nightclubs, KTVs... ... until... ...
2018.11.13: Oh my god, I ran into trouble today. A woman at the bar kept pestering me to sleep with her, saying she liked my carefree attitude (I think she liked the way I spend money). I rejected her, but she kept bothering me for hours. Before she left, she commented on me like this: "The last eunuch of the new era!"
To be fair, that girl was indeed very pretty, with a slender figure, especially with those black high heels and stockings—absolutely stunning—but she didn't attract me at all.
Perhaps because I've been admired by girls since childhood (￣▽￣), my psychological needs for women far outweigh my physical needs. Therefore, without meeting the right girl, I find it incredibly difficult to have a relationship with her. I searched online, and netizens call it 'psychological impotence,' but I prefer to call it 'pure love'!
Applause is in order!
Clap clap clap!
A supplement from graduation day: But that's exactly why I've been single for four years. (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)
Zhong Tingyue looked up at the window. The sky was blue with white clouds and clear blue skies. After a moment, she turned her gaze back to her diary.
The following entries were scattered, written whenever I remembered, and left unwritten when I didn't. There wasn't much to write about anyway; they were just old stories of extravagance and lavish spending—buying luxury cars, mansions, and expensive watches...
The most lengthy article was about online game top-ups. One player spent tens of millions of dollars and became the biggest complainer in the game. But in the end, the character who spent so much money couldn't even beat an enemy who had spent hundreds of thousands. He angrily quit the game and even wrote a short essay to criticize the game's official team, which resonated with other players and sparked a wave of quitting the game.
Chu Fang described this in great detail, portraying himself as a leader who denounced the actions of the authorities and stirred up trouble.
The text was filled with Chu Fang's smugness, leaving Zhong Tingyue speechless at her boyfriend's behavior.
Having spent tens of millions, I actually found happiness the moment I quit the game.
Was this money well spent or not?
I can't figure it out, I can't understand it.
January 3, 2019: I've been thinking about a question lately. No matter how high-ranking or wealthy a person is, even if they surpass 99.999% of people, they can't escape their ultimate fate: death. Everyone must die, but some deaths are more serious than others... Hmm, I'm too good at Chinese literature, I've gone off-topic.
Humans will eventually die, so what is the purpose of our lives?
Are we preparing for death?
Why not just die sooner?
January 9, 2019: Okay, I'm sick. After a comprehensive examination by a psychologist, the thoughts I had were caused by long-term unmet psychological needs and excessive spending, resulting in a mental illness. I lost all hope and vision for the world, and had a sense of utter despair.
The doctor gave me two options: one was to find ways to satisfy my psychological needs; the other was to give up my extravagant lifestyle.
The former addresses the root cause, while the latter treats the symptoms.
I can't do anything about the former, but I'll try my best with the latter.
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