"Oh my, who is this?" Suddenly a surprised voice came from the side. The chubby boy and Jiang Wenzhen came from next door. Jiang Wenzhen pretended to be a cripple as she walked over, saying this.
Chu Fang's face lit up: "Do I look like your father?"
“… …Fuck you!” Jiang Wenzhen broke down immediately, shoving him: “You’ve fallen to such a sorry state, and you’re still taking advantage of me.”
Chu Fang had already sensed something was wrong. He maneuvered his wheelchair away and shouted, "Help! Someone has lost all conscience and is bullying a disabled person!"
Everyone turned to look at Jiang Wenzhen, whose lips twitched as she strode away, uttering two words before leaving: "Shameless!"
Upon seeing Jiang Wenzhen, Chu Fang hummed a smug tune: "You little brat, you think you can mess with me? You're still too green."
"Brother Chu, what's wrong with you?" the chubby boy asked.
"That's a long story." Hearing this, Chu Fang said while maneuvering his electric wheelchair into the elevator, "You've heard the story of the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, right?"
Cai Guan nodded.
"My leg has nothing to do with that."
Cai Guan: "... ..."
The rest of the people in the elevator: "... ..."
Zhong Tingyue slapped her forehead.
I feel ashamed to have a boyfriend like this.
Chu Fang then explained the reason for his leg injury, but it couldn't be said to reveal the truth; it was simply... completely unrelated.
He attributed his sprained ankle to the injury he sustained while saving a little girl, and then went on to describe his 'glorious image'.
After saying that, Chu Fang asked, "Do you believe me?"
The chubby boy said sincerely, "I believe you."
"What the hell do you believe?!"
... ...
At noon, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue went downstairs for lunch. They went to a restaurant called Longjiang Pig Trotter Rice. The latter ordered pig knuckle rice, while the former frowned slightly and said, "I don't like fatty meat."
"The doctor said that nutrition is the most important thing, and since you sprained your ankle, you should eat pork knuckle; you should eat what you need to replenish."
“... ..."
Chu Fang spent the entire day in the studio, and only now did he realize the harm of spraining his ankle.
Despite having an electric wheelchair, it still can't compensate for the lack of legs, making it inconvenient to go anywhere, so I have to stay in the studio.
Moreover, what's most frustrating is that electric wheelchairs have the disadvantage of slow response, and Jiang Wenzhen often takes the opportunity to harass Anta, and he is helpless, which makes him very angry.
"Hey, are you still angry?" Jiang Wenzhen poked Chu Fang's head from behind.
"Little brat, are you angry with me?" Chu Fang glanced at him sideways.
"I am your father."
"father."
“... ..."
A single word instantly choked Jiang Wenzhen.
Chu Fang was too lazy to pay attention to Jiang Wenzhen (mainly because he couldn't beat her), and fiddled with his phone.
Just then, a sound came from the doorway, indicating that a customer had arrived, and everyone looked over.
A middle-aged woman dressed in expensive clothes walked in. Just then, Zhong Tingyue also came out of the office. When she saw the newcomer, she raised her eyebrows. She recognized the middle-aged woman in front of her.
It was Mr. Huang, whom she had previously entertained at Yateng Yige, who was also the one who brought her and Chu Fang together.
"Huh? Aren't you that one?" President Huang recognized Zhong Tingyue and was surprised.
"Mr. Huang, you must have a bad memory. I'm Zhong Tingyue, and I used to design your house," she replied with a smile. "I own this studio. How can I help you?"
"Oh, I remember now." The wealthy Ms. Huang nodded, then swayed her body with a smug look. "I bought another house and am preparing to renovate and design it. Does your studio have any discounts or special offers?"
"Um... I'm sorry, no. Our studio is responsible for the design and provides clients with the most suitable solutions."
"No, then forget it, I won't design it in your studio." Hearing this, the wealthy Sister Huang waved her hand and prepared to leave. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of Chu Fang beside her. She paused for a moment, then forced a smile: "Chu... Chu... Young Master Chu."
The wealthy woman, Sister Huang, was deeply impressed by Chu Fang.
They initially saw Chu Fang as a gigolo and prepared a set of "happy steel wool" and "rich woman screw" to use on him, but they never expected that the gigolo would turn out to be a rich second-generation.
That night I slapped her hard across the face.
Since that night, the wealthy Huang Jie often thought of Chu Fang, fearing the 'pretty boy's' revenge.
"Hello, Sister Huang," Chu Fang greeted her with a smile.
"Um... Hello, what are you doing here?" Sister Huang asked.
"Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend."
The wealthy woman, Sister Huang, looked at Zhong Tingyue and suddenly understood. No wonder this rich second-generation had worked for such a company. He loved beauty more than power. So that's why.
After thinking for a moment, the wealthy Huang entrusted the interior design of her next house to Zhong Tingyue without making any excessive demands. The two parties quickly signed a contract, and everything was settled. Huang smiled at Chu Fang and then left.
Zhong Tingyue tilted her head: "What happened between you two?"
Chu Fang said earnestly, "She likes me."
“... ..."
As the sun sets, the sky below is ablaze with evening glow.
After getting off work and playing with the electric wheelchair for more than a day, Chu Fang had long lost interest and stopped moving forward and backward, letting Zhong Tingyue push the wheelchair.
The two went home together.
Chu Fang sensed the gazes cast upon him—some sympathetic, some envious, and some admiring of his "unyielding spirit"...
He spoke softly, "Ms. Zhong."
"Um."
What if my leg doesn't get better?
Zhong Tingyue immediately said, "Impossible."
I said "what if".
What if you can't stand up straight?
Chu Fang shouted at the top of his lungs: "Impossible!"
A faint smile curved Zhong Tingyue's lips. Men, indeed, care most about things that are interesting. She then said, "You said it yourself, it's impossible, so why use the word 'what if'? The doctor said your leg will heal whether it can or can't. Even if it doesn't heal..."
"That doesn't matter, at worst I'll go up and you go down."
"You're so dirty-minded, Ms. Zhong."
“... ..."
The two went to the market to buy groceries first, and then entered the residential area. At the entrance, they were humiliated by the security guard, which made Chu Fang so angry that he jumped up and down. He vowed that once his foot injury healed, he would steal the "general" and "king" from the security guard while he was playing chess.
Back home, the task of cooking fell to Zhong Tingyue, and Chu Fang wouldn't even let her help.
Ms. Zhong cooked a few simple dishes; the taste was just average, but it was still edible.
After finishing the meal and washing the dishes, Chu Fang played around with his two pets. The little yellow cat was as silly as ever, while the tabby cat was so fierce it looked like it wanted to eat people.
Zhong Tingyue was working, and even after returning home, she still had to think about work. Chu Fang remembered something and asked, "By the way, have you saved enough for the down payment on your house?"
Perhaps due to her independent nature, or perhaps due to a long-held wish, Zhong Tingyue has always been thinking about buying a house in Shanghai, often mentioning it and vowing to buy a house in Shanghai with her own abilities.
"No, it's almost there."
"Or perhaps... ..."
"don't want!"
"I haven't said it yet."
“I know what you’re going to say. I’m an independent individual, and I have the ability to buy a house.”
Chu Fang rolled his eyes: "Stubborn!"
As night deepened, the door opened, and Zhong Rou drifted into the living room like a gust of wind, dashing and handsome. But there was no applause. She then hugged the little blond boy's legs and patted them gently, making applause.
"Sister, brother-in-law, you two are so boring," the sister-in-law said, slightly disappointed.
Zhong Tingyue continued working, and Chu Fang said, "If you jump off here, I'll definitely applaud you."
"You want me dead?" The sister-in-law clenched her fists, pretending to hit Chu Fang. "By the way, sister, brother-in-law, our school is having a sports meet the day after tomorrow. You have to come and watch my performance."
Zhong Tingyue softly uttered, "I'm not going."
“No way~~~” Zhong Rou hugged her older sister’s arm, “If you go, your sister’s most glorious moment will be on that day.”
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