As the sun set, Zhong Tingyue left her studio and headed home.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw my younger sister lying on the sofa, one leg on her knee, eating fruit, playing on her phone, and watching TV. She looked extremely carefree and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Brother-in-law, I want to eat an apple. Can you peel it for me?"
"I'm cooking right now."
"I don't care, you're abusing your sister-in-law."
Chu Fang hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and saw Zhong Tingyue. The latter waved her hand, indicating that she should go cook. Chu Fang then took a small knife, peeled an apple, and handed the smooth apple to Zhong Rou. After the latter took a big bite, she made a humming sound.
Zhong Tingyue asked softly, "Is it delicious?"
"Of course it's good..." Zhong Rou answered subconsciously, but felt a chill down her back, her neck almost turned ninety degrees, and she looked closely: "Oh my god, there's a ghost!"
"Hey sis, long time no see! How are you? Are you eating well? Are you dressed warmly? I was so worried about you those days you were missing, afraid something had happened to you. I'll always be loyal to you..."
Zhong Tingyue sat on the sofa with a serious expression: "You are not allowed to tell Mother about me and Chu Fang. Even if you do, you must say good things. If you say anything bad, I will kill you."
"Sister, I'm an honest girl."
"Want to live?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Rou immediately conjured up a picture in her mind: the scene of her being murdered by her older sister, her soul returning to heaven.
Eek~~~
How terrifying!
The little girl shook her head, trying to clear the terrifying image from her mind, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, sister, I've always been loyal to you."
Before long, dinner was ready: braised beef, stir-fried bitter melon with pork, pork rib and corn soup, and a few simple home-style dishes.
After finishing their meal, the three went for a walk. Zhong Rou led a cat and a dog, hopping around everywhere, looking left and right. Even though she had lived in the city for half a year, Zhong Rou was interested in everything about it. Zhong Tingyue walked behind with Chu Fang on her arm. The two of them were quiet and did not speak.
On a summer night, after a scorching day, the earth begins to cool down, and the gentle sea breeze makes it feel exceptionally pleasant.
After her walk, Zhong Rou returned home, washed up, and hugged her pillow, saying to Zhong Tingyue, "Sister, I want to sleep with you tonight."
"Huh?" Chu Fang couldn't help but exclaim.
If you and your sister are sleeping, where am I supposed to sleep?
You little brat, you want to steal my seat, huh?
Since he had experienced the pleasures of love between men and women, it was as if it had seeped into his bones, and he was unable to extricate himself. And since he was in his prime, he naturally couldn't live without Zhong Tingyue.
Zhong Tingyue glanced at her boyfriend, pursed her lips, and said, "You sleep by yourself."
"I don't want to."
"Whatever."
"Oh." The sister-in-law's gaze lingered between the two of them as she stroked her chin. "I understand. You're going to sleep with your brother-in-law."
"Yes." Zhong Tingyue gave a dismissive look, then walked confidently into her room and slammed the door shut.
"Huh? Why are you closing the door? I haven't even gotten on the bus yet!" Chu Fang thought to himself.
Zhong Rou patted Chu Fang on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "Brother-in-law, I sympathize with you. My sister is so bad. She hasn't slept with you after all this time. She's a scumbag."
Zhong Rou went to her room and closed the door. A moment later, a crack appeared in Zhong Tingyue's bedroom door, and Chu Fang quietly walked in, thinking to himself, "Zhong Rou, you little brat, what do you know?"
... ...
Early in the morning, Chu Fang got up very early and made breakfast. After Zhong Tingyue finished eating, she went to work. A little while later, Zhong Rou also got up, ate breakfast, and then went to find Wenqing's mother to buy goods.
She plans to set up a stall during the last few days of summer vacation, ready to make a big splash.
Chu Fang suddenly realized that he had nowhere to go. He lay on the sofa, bored out of his mind. The movies were bad, the games were boring, and he was extremely bored.
He got up, grabbed his keys, and left the house: "You won't let me go to the studio, but I'm going anyway."
I arrived at the studio shortly after.
Zhong Tingyue was discussing work with Jiang Wenzhen when she saw him. She pursed her lips and said nothing.
Chu Fang sat casually at his workstation, leaning over it, and remarked with a touch of melancholy, "This feeling of slacking off is so much more enjoyable."
The chubby boy glanced at him and smiled.
Before long, the studio received several takeout orders: milk tea, coffee, candy, snacks... Everyone in the studio got something, and the studio instantly turned into a tea party. Everyone ate snacks and chatted, with Chu Fang being the most active, talking about five thousand years of history.
"..." Zhong Tingyue was utterly speechless.
Just as she had predicted, Chu Fang's arrival at the studio would corrupt the studio's atmosphere.
Zhong Tingyue really wanted to beat Chu Fang up.
But there's nothing I can do; I'm stuck with a boyfriend like this, so I can only forgive him.
She nudged Chu Fang's shoulder: "Since you've got nothing better to do, come with me to check out the client's house."
"Ugh, I don't want to go." Chu Fang thought for a moment, "Alright, alright, I'll go then."
Soon they entered the residential area. The client's apartment was on the third floor. Downstairs, there were piles of cement and bricks needed for renovations, and at that moment, three strong young men were carrying those bricks and cement upstairs.
Zhong Tingyue went upstairs to think about how to design the house, while Chu Fang squatted downstairs watching the three of them move things. Today, it was over 30 degrees Celsius in Shanghai, a sweltering summer day, and the three of them were covered in sweat, with dust and sweat mixed together.
Chu Fang asked, "Isn't there any way to transport these bricks and cement to the house without manual labor?"
One of the muscular men wiped the sweat from his face: "Yes, but mechanical operation has too much of an impact and is inconvenient. We can only use manual labor."
Chu Fang tossed the bottled water next to him to the three workers, who took it and drank it in large gulps.
He asked, "Is your job very tiring?"
After saying it out loud, Chu Fang felt like an idiot.
In this kind of weather, doing such heavy work, he actually asked others if they were tired.
What's the difference between this and taking off your pants to fart?
Instead of the three men mocking him, the muscular man smiled and said, "It's alright, we're used to it. Compared to other jobs, at least this one pays very well."
Don't underestimate the job of simply moving bricks and cement; the wages are quite high. If you have the strength, you can earn at least four figures a day.
Another man wearing a hat said, "We can't compare to you. You're educated, knowledgeable, and have degrees. You can make money sitting in an office with air conditioning. We have nothing but hard labor."
Chu Fang chatted with the three men. Although they looked very young, they were all married with children. They worked hard for their children, getting up early and working late every day, but they had no complaints.
About an hour later, the cement and bricks downstairs were all moved. Zhong Tingyue then went downstairs to settle the bill for the three people. Chu Fang said, "Give them an extra thousand yuan, consider it my payment."
Zhong Tingyue glanced at him, then scanned an extra thousand for the three of them. The three did not refuse or decline, but thanked him, saying that they had met a very kind person, and then left.
"What's wrong?" On the way back, Chu Fang was driving and was a little silent, so Zhong Tingyue asked, "You seem a bit emo."
"Um."
"Because of those three people?"
"right."
There has to be a reason, right?
Chu Fang drove for a moment, then replied, "My life seems too easy, and I've lost empathy for the general public. But even so, I feel somewhat dissatisfied and want more. I'm examining whether I'm asking for too much."
He always felt that he was a person who had experienced an ordinary life and had not developed the bad habits of the rich, but today's experience made him realize that he seemed to be living too comfortably.
But comfort did not satisfy him; instead, it drove him to demand more.
Zhong Tingyue put her legs up in front of her and said, "Stop being so Emo. It's not your fault that you have money, and it's not wrong to pursue a good life. You're just bored."
“... ..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com