"Uncle, you can go to any of the four major banks in Shanghai, give them my name Chu Fang, and they will verify your identity. Once it's verified, you can withdraw ten million yuan. That ten million is my birthday gift to Zhang Yan tonight. Don't worry about whether the procedures are up to standard or whether the bank account has that much money. I think I still have some influence with the banks."
Yang Meina and He Yi looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise.
Previously, their perception of Chu Fang was limited to him being handsome, wealthy, and lazy—just a rich playboy. But these words he spoke instantly changed their image of Chu Fang; it became bigger, brighter, and clearer.
At that moment, Zhong Tingyue also came downstairs. Chu Fang suppressed his emotions, took his girlfriend's hand, and left.
Yi Ke watched the four figures disappear into the darkness, lost in a daze. Then she heard Zhang Yan's father's deep, steady voice: "Xiao Ke, don't tell Xiao Yan about tonight's events. Help me investigate that boy's personal information."
"Oh well."
When Yi Ke came to her senses, Zhang Yan's father had already slowly left and gone upstairs.
As he walked upstairs, Zhang Yan's father saw his daughter sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly out at the boundless darkness.
Walking to the side, Zhang Yan seemed to sober up a bit. She hugged her father's waist, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her father gently stroked his daughter's head and said softly, "I'm sorry."
... ...
Apart from hiding her identity from Zhong Tingyue and her parents (mainly because she was afraid they might do something rash), she has never hidden herself from anyone else. A lot of her personal information is openly shared among her friends and classmates, so it is easy to investigate her information.
Yi added a few of her former university classmates and quickly found Chu Fang's basic information: he lived in Zhonghai Mingyuan, owned a multi-million dollar car, and was the CEO of Fangzheng Investment Co., Ltd...
Looking at the information above, it was clear that he came from an ordinary family and seemed to have an unparalleled talent in the financial industry, which led him to become wealthy. His assets should be more than Yi Ke and Zhang Yan combined. Yi Ke was shocked once again.
Chu Fang was not a rich kid as she thought, but a self-made man who was still so young.
No wonder he held his own against Zhangqiu and even uttered such resounding words.
No wonder it exudes such an imposing aura.
No wonder even a proud girl like Zhang Yan couldn't forget him.
Yi Ke seemed to understand why her sisters liked Chu Fang so much; how many women in the world could resist a man like him?
Suddenly, the image of Zhong Tingyue appeared in Yi Ke's mind. She couldn't help but feel envious of that woman with extraordinary temperament.
... ...
After Yang Meina and He Yi vividly described the whole incident, they quietly left, leaving Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue behind.
They walked hand in hand along the seaside road, a gentle breeze ruffling Zhong Tingyue's hair.
Zhong Tingyue tucked her hair behind her ear, but the wind blew it back into her eyes, disturbing her vision. Chu Fang removed the hair tie from his girlfriend's wrist—a very simple hair tie.
Zhong Tingyue seemed to know what Chu Fang was about to do, so she stopped. He walked forward to face his girlfriend, tying her hair up while complaining, "Your hair tie doesn't look good."
“I don’t have the money.” Zhong Tingyue’s eyes gleamed. “How could someone be as generous as him, who just gave away ten million?”
"I would be quite heartbroken if Zhang Yan's father really went to retrieve it."
"Stingy!"
"It's not that I'm stingy, just think about it more."
Zhong Tingyue slowly exhaled: "Hoo..."
If Zhang Qiu really took that ten million, then he had completely disregarded Zhang Yan's thoughts and treated his precious daughter's face as nothing.
This must have been particularly disappointing for Zhang Yan.
In a few seconds, Chu Fang tied her hair into a small bun. At this moment, Zhong Tingyue looked more innocent, like a female college student who had not yet graduated.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Someone's technique is good."
“You’re even jealous of your future mother-in-law,” Chu Fang replied.
At home, Chu Fang often braided his mother's hair, and over time he learned a few skills. He thought he had no use for them, but he never expected to be able to use them on Zhong Tingyue.
Zhong Tingyue remained silent.
The two walked until they came to a fried rice stall. Chu Fang touched his stomach; he was hungry.
I was so busy arguing with that old Deng tonight that I forgot to eat.
I ordered two servings of stir-fried rice with green peppers and shredded pork. It's a very simple fried rice dish, just rice with distinct grains mixed with green peppers and some seasonings, but it's a delicious treat.
When it comes out of the pot, it carries the smoky aroma of a wok and emits a visibly rich fragrance.
In particular, Chu Fang added all the side dishes from the stall to the food, including sausages, cured meat, and ham, and then put them in his mouth in one bite.
In Sichuan dialect, it's simply incredibly comfortable.
After finishing the meal, I drank the complimentary clear soup and felt quite full.
Perhaps it's because 'wild boars can't stomach fine food', Chu Fang felt that a simple bowl of fried rice from the roadside was enough to beat the food in a five-star luxury hotel.
Zhong Tingyue scanned the QR code to pay, and the two of them spent a total of forty yuan.
After the two left the stall, Chu Fang asked with some surprise, "Can this make money?"
“Sure, nobody does business at a loss.” Zhong Tingyue patted her belly, looking extremely content. “These stalls don’t have rent, so there are fewer expenses. After deducting the cost of ingredients, everything else is net profit.”
He glanced at Chu Fang and continued, "Not everyone is like you, earning enormous wealth, driving a car worth tens of millions, and giving someone a birthday gift worth ten million. That's not the life of an ordinary person. Most ordinary people work to maintain their basic daily expenses, and it would be even better if they could save some money."
A gentle breeze carried a slightly salty, fishy smell.
Zhong Tingyue's voice was soft, carried away by the wind: "Chu Fang, have you ever thought about what the life of an ordinary person is like? If one day you go bankrupt, will you lose your yearning for life? Can you still live happily as you do now?"
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