After the three brothers finished their conversation, they left, each with their own things to do, no longer able to be as carefree as before.
Chu Fang returned to the studio just as it was time to leave work, so he went home with Zhong Tingyue.
On the way back, Zhong Tingyue raised her gentle eyebrows: "Is Wei Caixia about to give birth?"
"Um."
"You should have asked me to come with you."
“I figured you’ve been working a lot these past few days, and Wei Caixia and Rong Shunji aren’t exactly strangers.”
Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips: "Take me with you from now on."
Chu Fang gave an OK sign.
As Zhong Tingyue gazed at the setting sun in the west, with its crimson glow filling the sky, she had a strange feeling that time was flying by.
When the two got married, she and Chu Fang had only been together for a short time. It was only when Chu Fang left Shanghai that she gradually discovered her boyfriend's true identity.
It turns out he wasn't just an ordinary male college student, but a billionaire.
More than a year has passed, and unexpectedly, the couple is about to have a child and are now living happily ever after.
But the two of them seem to be stuck in the same place, still slowly maintaining their relationship.
I'm quite moved...
"What? Thinking about getting married?" Chu Fang asked, tilting his head as the light turned red.
"No."
"have."
"No."
"have!"
Zhong Tingyue gave up arguing: "Whatever..."
"Marriage should be taken slowly, after all, our parents also need time to adjust." Chu Fang said slowly, craning his neck a bit, and said with a grin, "But having children doesn't have a specific schedule, how about we give the older generation a surprise?"
Ten months later, they had a child.
"Surprised, but not pleased."
How will you know if you don't try?
“... ..."
A few days later, outside the Tanhua residential area, Chu Fang looked at the Rolls-Royce in front of him. It was pitch black and deep, with the little golden figure gleaming faintly, exuding an air of nobility.
But the obvious scratches on the hood made it look much less luxurious.
"My car..."
"Hehe..." Chu Yi grinned, "A mistake, a small mistake."
"Did you drive it to the battlefield?" Chu Fang asked.
Battle-damaged Rolls-Royce.
Today, Chu Yi returned to Shanghai and specially brought a Rolls-Royce. Upon seeing the car, Chu Fang's heart broke.
My multi-million dollar luxury car is now a war-damaged vehicle?
Chu Yi chuckled awkwardly, "Brother, would you believe me if I said this was an accident?"
"I believe you!" Chu Fang gritted his teeth. "You're my sister. I'll believe whatever you say you are."
"That brother..."
"Get out of my sight right now."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yi immediately hailed a taxi and left with lightning speed, running no slower than the Hong Kong reporters.
Chu Fang's gaze fell on his beloved car again, and he sighed, "I shouldn't have let Chu Yi drive the car."
But there was nothing he could do; things had come to this point, and he couldn't do anything about it. After all, she was his sister, and he couldn't very well send her to a military court.
"Hehe..." The security guard crossed his arms. "This is what they call, 'Heaven is watching what people do!'"
"Grandpa, Zhong Rou was talking about you just a few days ago."
"Ouch!" Upon hearing this, the security guard immediately shrank back into the security room.
He dared not provoke that little devil.
Chu Fang shrugged, got into the car, and drove to a specialized repair shop. After inspection by the repairmen, the total repair cost was nearly one million yuan, and the car would need to be sent overseas for repairs, which would take at least three months.
Chu Fang stroked his chin and waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't want it anymore, you can sell it for me."
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the person in charge was taken aback.
This Rolls-Royce is worth tens of millions, something that ordinary wealthy people can only dream of, and now it's being discarded just because of some scratches.
paralysis!
Why am I not a rich guy?!
I'm so angry!
The person in charge quickly came to his senses and bowed slightly: "Understood."
After dealing with the Rolls-Royce, Chu Fang put his hands in his pockets and headed to the studio.
"Your car?" Zhong Tingyue asked.
"Sold."
"waste!"
"I have money, so what's it to you?"
"Sooner or later, I'll have to take control of your assets."
Chu Fang became more serious: "Really?"
“… …” Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes. “Fake!”
She had no intention of taking over Chu Fang's money, assets, funds, stocks, or anything like that.
On the one hand, Zhong Tingyue considered herself an independent woman and was unwilling to rely on Chu Fang; on the other hand, Zhong Tingyue believed that she was not capable of handling Chu Fang's assets, because, as far as she knew, her fiancé did not know how much his assets were, but he was certain that it was a figure that ordinary rich people could hardly imagine.
She doesn't have the ability to handle that much money.
Chu Fang's spirits waned further: "Tch~~~"
"Come on, let's go see how the renovation of my house is going?"
"Beg me."
"Let's not go then."
“... ..."
Chu Fang followed along eagerly as they left the studio.
... ...
After the Lunar New Year, a new year begins, and everyone is focused on making money. Shanghai remains as busy as ever.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue's lives seem to have become much more 'ordinary'. The latter works until the end of the workday every day, and spends her days off at home or watching movies or shopping, just like an ordinary person.
Chu Fang, on the other hand, accompanied Zhong Tingyue to work, slacking off every day and sometimes skipping work, enjoying a carefree life.
Sometimes he would feel bored, and when he was bored, he would go fishing. As time went by, he became obsessed with fishing.
Chu Fang had fished with his father before, but he wasn't so obsessed with it; it was just a form of leisure and entertainment. But now, he truly enjoys fishing.
If karaoke bars and nightclubs give people a feeling of emptiness, hollowness, and kidney deficiency, then fishing gives people a sense of satisfaction, something real and tangible.
Chu Fang dropped Zhong Tingyue off at her studio and snapped his fingers: "I'm going fishing."
"Wait a minute." Zhong Tingyue called out to him, then took out a sun hat from her bag and put it on him. She looked him up and down and was quite satisfied: "Now that's a qualified fisherman."
Chu Fang's eyes lit up: "Really?"
“Yes.” Zhong Tingyue nodded. “A qualified angler is one who wears a sun hat, carries a full set of fishing gear, prepares all kinds of bait, and ultimately 'goes home empty-handed'. And you fit all of the above conditions perfectly.”
Chu Fang: "..."
This woman is being sarcastic and indirect...
Chu Fang tilted his sun hat at an angle, his face serious and earnest: "I will prove it..."
"Alright, hurry up and go, or there won't be any seats left." Zhong Tingyue patted his chest.
Chu Fang wanted to argue a bit more, but upon hearing "take a seat," he immediately got into the car, stepped on the gas, and headed towards his destination.
Gazing at the car, Zhong Tingyue's delicate face curved slightly, appearing exceptionally pure and charming under the rising sun, attracting the attention of everyone around her. However, her smile quickly vanished, and she put on a stern face, adopting an unapproachable demeanor.
... ...
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