He drove back to the studio, but his employees and subordinates had already left, leaving only Zhong Tingyue behind.
Under the incandescent light, her long, black hair cascaded over her desk as she worked diligently. Her eyes, clear as a lake, rippled slightly when she saw Chu Fang, and a smile appeared on her lips: "You've come. I'll leave as soon as I finish my work."
She's a workaholic too.
Why are all the people around me workaholics, and no one who loves life as much as I do?
After sitting for a while, Zhong Tingyue finished her work, tidied herself up, and then left the company.
Zhong Tingyue linked arms with Chu Fang, and the two strolled home.
Tonight, the moonlight shines down, filling the field of vision with a silvery-white glow.
Chu Fang remained silent, while Zhong Tingyue tilted her head and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"What kind of girl do you think Ma Junjie likes?"
At this moment, he hadn't forgotten about Ma Junjie and was thinking about finding him a girlfriend.
Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue straightened her back slightly: "Like me."
"That's because he's blind. He doesn't know what you're really like. He sees you as his goddess, and everything you do is idealized in his eyes." Chu Fang glanced at him sideways. "If he knew you were a sloppy woman who couldn't cook and had a very strong waist, he definitely wouldn't like you."
Zhong Tingyue asked, "Am I not the goddess in your heart?"
“No.” Chu Fang shook his head. “Goddesses are only suitable for worship, not for being girlfriends or even wives.”
Chu Fang has never regarded Zhong Tingyue as a goddess, neither now nor before.
To regard a woman as a goddess is to be inherently inferior; the two will never be equals, nor will they be able to be together, and even if they are together, there will be no good outcome.
Zhong Tingyue clenched her fist and punched him in the chest, and the latter let out a soft groan.
This woman has a strong grip.
She stroked her chin, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Ma Junjie received a traditional education from a young age. He values relationships and is willing to suffer himself rather than trouble others. He probably likes the kind of... traditional girl."
Chu Fang fell into thought.
When Chu Fang got home, Zhong Rou had already finished her evening self-study and returned home. He was lying on the sofa and posted a message on his WeChat Moments: "Single women, please DM me."
The message was posted immediately, and comments appeared right away.
[A little fairy descends to earth: ???]
[Wang Shu: ???]
[Chu's father: ???]
[Nanako: ???]
Zhong Tingyue commented below to explain.
[Wang Shu: He's trying to find a girlfriend for a friend.]
Zhong Tingyue kicked Chu Fang, who chuckled and quickly deleted the post on his WeChat Moments to avoid causing any misunderstandings.
But it was too late. A short while later, hundreds of red dots appeared in his chat box. People were sending him messages, and the profile pictures were all of beautiful women.
[Milk scent: Mr. Chu, what's wrong?]
[Happy Little Fish: Young Master Chu, I miss you.]
“Wow, someone’s WeChat friends are quite ‘prosperous’.” Zhong Tingyue scrolled through the Moments of the beautiful women who sent her messages. They were full of selfies and exquisite lives, exuding the air of a rich young lady. She poked her boyfriend’s arm and said, “You’re missing someone, why don’t you reply? Instead, you’ve deleted them. You’re hurting their feelings.”
"Hehe..." Chu Fang chuckled, "I used to have a lot of gold diggers on WeChat, but I forgot to delete them."
That happened several years ago. I didn't expect these people to still remember me, and that I hadn't deleted them.
Chu Fang deleted those "gold diggers'" WeChat accounts one by one.
It has to be said that these "gold diggers" are indeed very confident. They not only send various chat messages, showing concern and care, but some are even bold enough to directly post photos of their thighs, figures, and broad "chests".
"Can I keep this?" Chu Fang asked in a low voice.
Zhong Tingyue: What do you think?
A stubborn, defiant spirit welled up within him, and he slightly puffed out his chest: "Where am I inferior to her?"
Chu Fang glanced at the 'chest,' then at the photo on his phone. After thinking for a moment, he immediately messaged the 'gold digger,' asking her to send a more revealing photo. The 'gold digger' sent it instantly. Chu Fang compared it carefully and said quietly, 'She does seem to have a better 'defined' shape than you.'
Seeing Zhong Tingyue's dark expression, he quickly sent the "gold digger" a red envelope containing 6666 yuan, then immediately deleted and blocked her, shrugging his shoulders and saying, "That's it."
“Let’s go!” Zhong Tingyue stood up and pulled Chu Fang toward the bedroom. “I’ll show you who is more ‘spacious’.”
... ...
studio.
The chubby boy looked at Chu Fang, slumped listlessly at his workstation, dark circles under his eyes, and asked softly, "Brother Chu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm in good health," Chu Fang said. "Little Fatty, as someone who's been there, let me tell you a lesson: never argue with a woman. Women aren't rational creatures."
"Oh, thank you, Brother Chu."
Chu Fang recalled the scene from last night, and a smile crept across his face.
Sometimes, even telling the truth is wrong.
Being a man is too hard.
He roused himself slightly, straightened his back, and began thinking about how to find excellent girls through other channels.
Chu Fang still hasn't given up on finding a girlfriend for Ma Junjie, but it's clear that his WeChat friends are either 'not very high-quality' or 'purely slutty'.
That kind of person is fine for casual flings, but not suitable as a girlfriend.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Fang downloaded a dating app, registered an account, and filled in Ma Junjie's information. He originally thought he would find a blind date through the app, but after playing for a while, he realized that this dating app was the kind that "does business for an hour".
crooked methods!
Okay, I guess I'm just unlucky. Chu Fang uninstalled that software.
Chu Fang thought for a moment, realizing it was another boring day, and asked Zhong Tingyue for leave. The latter casually asked, "Why are you taking leave again?"
"I have something important to do today, I'm going on a blind date."
"oh."
Chu Fang: "Huh? You're not even reacting?"
"oh."
"oh?"
"Oh." Zhong Tingyue didn't even look up, continuing her work, and said unhurriedly, "You've gone to find a blind date for Ma Junjie."
Sometimes, a wife being too shrewd isn't a good thing; it means there's not much to look forward to when she's being funny.
A short while later, we arrived at a matchmaking shop.
The matchmaking shop was filled with men and women; the men were dressed formally in suits and ties, and the women were also dressed up carefully.
As soon as he entered the matchmaking shop, a staff member pulled him in one direction.
"Hey? Why are you pulling me like that? Men and women shouldn't touch each other."
"You're here for a blind date, right?"
Yes, but... ..."
The shop assistant said, "Then don't hesitate, don't be shy, be brave and confident, I believe in you!"
Walking up to a table, the shop assistant helped Chu Fang sit down in a chair, straightened his sleeves, and then strode away.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"I think I've been misunderstood."
"What should I do now?"
"Take a picture first, then send it to Zhong Tingyue via WeChat!"
He took the photos and sent them to Zhong Tingyue, who calmly replied with "Oh."
Why is it still just 'oh'?
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