Night fell, and the moonlight spilled into the bedroom like water, shimmering with a faint silver glow.
As the sound gradually subsided and eventually disappeared, Chu Fang, shirtless, stared at the ceiling, lost in thought about the philosophy of life, the universe, and the future of humanity.
A faint ripple appeared in Zhong Tingyue's clear eyes, like rippling blue waves and a gentle breeze: "I seriously suspect you've been slacking off at work."
"Why?"
"A man who is exhausted will not be as fierce as an ox at night."
Oh my god.
People often say that there is no field that cannot be plowed to death, only oxen that die from exhaustion.
Zhong Tingyue used to think it made a lot of sense.
But after experiencing it, I realized that the statement only applies to a certain group, and my own husband is excluded.
This man isn't human; he's a creature born in utter madness!
Chu Fang's voice was tinged with pride: "That's because I'm in good health!"
“... ..."
Waking up in the morning and having breakfast, the family of three parted ways again. Zhong Tingyue went to work; Zhong Rou, holding onions, continued to play the victim and sell small jewelry. She suddenly realized that being a child was a good identity that could help her gain benefits. Chu Fang had figured it out.
He was convinced that his sister-in-law would achieve great things in the future, so he went to work for the company.
For the next few days, Chu Fang immersed himself in work, working from nine to six, returning to a normal life.
To be honest, he felt exhausted, both physically and mentally. From childhood to adulthood, Chu Fang had never been as busy as he was now. Even in his senior year of high school, he had never worked so hard.
But it didn't matter. The thought of succeeding in the bet and having Zhong Tingyue at his mercy made him incredibly excited.
Wow, I've reached the pinnacle of my life.
Chu Fang was tired but happy, but it was tough on his subordinates and employees who worked with him every day, fearing they might do something wrong.
"Hiss... What do you think President Chu is after?"
"Because of love."
"Because my brain is overheated."
"Won't this go on forever? How am I supposed to live like this? I really want to quit my job."
"Pshaw! If you really quit, where will you find such a good company?"
Although Chu Fang sits on the back of a capitalist, he also considers the lives of his employees, offering them decent salaries and benefits. In addition, the work pressure is not high, which makes him highly regarded among his subordinates.
"Hey, hey, stop talking, Mr. Chu's girlfriend is here."
The employees immediately lowered their voices and shrank back. When they saw Zhong Tingyue heading towards the office, their eyes flashed with fear, even more so than Chu Fang's.
A few days ago, they witnessed a colleague make a few lewd remarks to Zhong Tingyue and was immediately fired by Chu Fang without even receiving compensation.
After that incident, everyone knew how much their boss doted on his girlfriend, and since then, no one dared to gossip about it behind his back.
"It's all your fault, you've made me feel like a plague god too."
"Zhong Tingyue, you are truly ungrateful. I did all that for you, and now you're blaming me."
"Yes."
"Go ahead and climb."
Chu Fang rolled his eyes, his expression one of disdain.
As the sun set, he tidied his desk, and the two of them left the company.
They soon arrived at a high-end hotel, and to thank Yang Meina and the others for their help, Chu Fang treated them to dinner.
As soon as he got off the bus, he saw that Yang Meina and Zhong Rou had arrived, and Chang Shen was also there. When he saw Chu Fang, Chang Shen's lips twitched and he sighed helplessly.
What bad things did I do in my past life to have made such a bad friend as Chu Fang?
In the past few days, while he was treating Yang Meina's mental illness, the latter seemed to have gained more confidence. When he belittled Yang Meina, she did not back down and belittled him back, and discovered her own weaknesses and attacked them relentlessly.
Clearly, Yang Meina's transformation was inseparable from Chu Fang's guidance.
"Hehe..." Chu Fang patted Chang Shen on the shoulder, "Brother, long time no see. I almost died. Did you miss me?"
Chang Shen said calmly, "Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years."
"You are wishing me well."
"Yes."
Thank you.
"You're welcome."
"Say a few more words."
"It's gone."
"No, you need to talk more."
"I wish you a speedy death."
"Thanks."
"You deserve it all."
Zhong Rou craned her neck, looking at the two of them like two mentally ill people, spouting nonsensical nonsense.
After exchanging pleasantries, the group went inside. Just as they sat down, He Yi and Wu Di arrived. Once everyone was there, plates of exquisite dishes were served.
The party lasted until late at night.
Chu Fang went to the counter to pay the bill, and soon saw Chang Shen squatting at the hotel entrance, staring at the dark road ahead.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, sitting directly on the ground.
"I'm thinking about when you'll die." Chang Shen's voice was calm.
"A thousand years later."
"..." Chang Shen remained silent, and Chu Fang also did not speak. After about a minute of silence, the former spoke up: "Are you trying to match me up with Yang Meina?"
Chu Fang readily agreed, nodding, "Yes."
"Why?"
Chang Shen frowned slightly, tilted his head to look at Chu Fang, his eyes full of doubt and confusion.
Chu Fang knew him well; he had a serious mental illness, was indifferent to the world, and was cold and indifferent to people, even his family.
When Grandpa Changshen died, and even at his burial, he did not shed a tear, nor did he feel any emotion. He thought death was a very common thing, so why should he cry?
From then on, Chang Shen knew that he was destined to be single for life, and he never got close to any girl, so as not to hurt anyone.
"Hmm..." Facing his best friend's gaze, Chu Fang stroked his chin, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Yang Meina is a nice person."
Chang Shen: ?
Chu Fang added, "I have a feeling that you and Yang Meina have a story."
That's it?
"Yes."
"Feel?"
"Yes."
"You might as well say you're a Taoist priest; metaphysics might be more useful."
"Then I'll be a Taoist priest, okay?"
Chu Fang stood up, patted his butt, stretched, and said, "Anyway, since you took my figurine, you have to finish what you were supposed to do and help me cure Yang Meina's mental illness. After that, I don't care whether you two go your separate ways or get together."
"Yang Meina is almost recovered, in at most half a month."
"Oh." Chu Fang walked into the hotel.
Chang Shen remained squatting by the door, gazed at the starry sky, and then drove away.
After the party ended, Chu Fang and his group walked out of the hotel. Yang Meina tilted her head and looked around. Chu Fang answered her question: "Chang Shen is gone."
"Left?" Yang Meina pouted. "How rude."
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