The group then parted ways. Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, and Zhong Rou went home. Zhong Rou sat in the passenger seat, chattering about her day's haul.
She's made a fortune these past few days; her savings are probably approaching ten thousand yuan, an amount she's never had before. Zhong Rou is overjoyed.
Those small pieces of jewelry have low production costs, but their selling price is two to three times their cost, so their profit margin is naturally quite high.
Zhong Rou and Wen Qing earned their first pot of gold.
Zhong Tingyue said from the back seat, "Zhong Rou, do you want me to help you deposit the money?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Rou's face stiffened, and she looked at her older sister like a thief: "No! Mother said the same thing before, and then she didn't give me a single penny."
"I have a way to help you get your money to invest, and it'll easily double or triple your money."
"real?"
"Your brother-in-law works in the finance industry. You can ask him if you don't believe me."
Zhong Rou turned her gaze to Chu Fang, who nodded, while Zhong Rou tilted her head, lost in thought.
Money makes money, money makes more money, money makes even more money... ...then I'll have more money than I can ever spend.
Thinking of this, Zhong Rou's lips curled into a smile, and a few seconds later, she shouted, "No!"
She suddenly realized that it's always better to have money in your own pocket than to have it in someone else's. Money in your own pocket is truly yours, but once it's in someone else's pocket, whether it can be used is still unknown.
Zhong Tingyue sighed.
This girl is too clever now; you can't fool her anymore.
Back home, Chu Fang opened the door and slumped onto the sofa, then cried out in pain as he hurt his back. Zhong Tingyue helped him up while massaging his lower back, asking, "Are you alright?"
"It's nothing." Chu Fang shook his head and straightened his chest. "You have to trust my body, it's strong, especially my back."
Still driving...
... ...
It seems that God especially loves to punish those who boast.
The next day, Chu Fang woke up and opened his eyes to find two pretty faces, one big and one small, both looking worried. When Zhong Rou saw that he was awake, she patted her chest and said, "Brother-in-law, you're finally awake."
Chu Fang opened his mouth to speak, but after uttering a few words, no sound came out. Immediately, he felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning, and he felt nauseous and vomited. He rolled over and vomited on the ground, bringing up all the food he had eaten the night before.
After vomiting for a while, he felt much better. Zhong Tingyue took a towel and wiped the sweat off his face, explaining the whole story.
Last night, he suddenly complained of headaches, arm pain, chest pain... basically, pain all over his body. Zhong Tingyue woke up immediately and contacted Chu Fang's private doctor. The doctor gave him a thorough diagnosis and said that his illness was caused by overwork recently. He prescribed some medicine and told Chu Fang to rest well for the next few days and he would get better soon.
"Tired?" Chu Fang took a sip of water, his throat finally able to make a sound, and asked incredulously.
“Yes,” Zhong Tingyue said. “You’ve never worked at such a high intensity before, but you’ve been working until night these past few days, so your body couldn’t take it and you got sick.”
Chu Fang wanted to say that he had an iron body, but the headache and dizziness at the moment told him that he was indeed sick.
Zhong Tingyue said remorsefully, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have made that bet with you."
If it weren't for the bet, Chu Fang wouldn't have worked so hard; he would have just slacked off and wouldn't have gotten sick. Thinking about it, I feel like I made a mistake.
"I can only rest at home these few days, so how can I gamble?"
"You definitely lost."
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang tried to get up, thinking, "I need to go to work," but after struggling for a few moments, he was too exhausted to get up.
The will is willing, but the ability is insufficient.
Seeing her boyfriend struggle, Zhong Tingyue smiled and said, "You should stay home and rest these next few days."
She immediately pinned Chu Fang to the bed, rendering him immobile, and then headed outside. Meanwhile, her sister-in-law was cleaning up the vomit on the floor, covering her nose and saying, "Brother-in-law, you stink!"
"One thousand yuan."
"Brother-in-law, you're so good to me, you're such a silly goose... Brother-in-law, you're so good to me."
“... ..."
Zhong Rou cleaned the room and then took out an air freshener from outside. She sprayed it around the room, and the room instantly became fresh. A little while later, Zhong Tingyue came in with a bowl of porridge. The porridge was thick and sticky, and there was a clean egg and refreshing pickled vegetables.
While blowing on the porridge to cool it down and feeding it to Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue said, "The doctor said that you can only eat porridge and the like now, to avoid vomiting again."
Chu Fang lay on the bed, chewing porridge, and nodded gently.
"Sigh!" Zhong Tingyue sighed. "I told you a few days ago not to work so hard, so as not to hurt your body. You said you were indestructible. Now look, it's come true. I think you're just born to be a young master. You can't do any hard work."
"I'm just not in a good state."
“I understand,” Zhong Tingyue said. “You men have plenty of excuses: you’re not feeling well, the weather is too cold, the temperature is too high, you ate too much, you ate too little…”
Chu Fang could understand what was going on at first, but the more he listened, the stranger it became. It wasn't about finding excuses anymore; it was about launching a personal attack on him.
He tilted his head to look at his girlfriend, who pursed her lips and smiled.
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Let's eat."
After finishing a bowl of porridge, Chu Fang felt a little better, and a faint rosy glow returned to his face. He said, "Alright, it's almost nine o'clock in the morning now. Go to work."
"You're in this state, what's the point of me going to work?" Zhong Tingyue folded a tissue and wiped Chu Fang's mouth, carefully folding it several times before heading outside. "You rest, I can only rest today too. Call me if you need anything."
Chu Fang frowned, thought for a few seconds, and asked his sister-in-law next to him, "Zhong Rou, how many times do you girls fold the toilet paper when you go to the bathroom?"
"Huh? I usually do it twice."
How many times did your sister do it?
"Ugh~~~" Upon hearing this, his sister-in-law looked at him with disdain, gave him a thumbs up, and shoved the ground hard a few times. "Brother-in-law, you're disgusting."
"One thousand yuan."
"three times."
Thank goodness, that woman only folded it twice... Chu Fang breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Fang stared at the ceiling, his brows furrowed with regret and remorse. How could he, with such a healthy body, suddenly fall ill?
I haven't been sick for over a year.
well!
It's one thing to be sick, but to be so pathetic as to get sick right when you're making a bet with Zhong Tingyue is really annoying.
Now look what's happened: I'm sick, I lost the bet, and now I'm stuck in bed, unable to move.
Chu Fang really wanted to teach his body a lesson, to let it know who the real master was. He wanted to slap his body, but after thinking about it, he decided to let it go and spare its life. If it did it again, it would not be forgiven.
He then collapsed onto the bed.
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