Shang Weiming got up and continued to pinch Chu Fang, who didn't tolerate it. The two started pinching each other on the grass, and Chu Fang eventually won.
Shang Weiming stood with his body spread out in the shape of the Chinese character "大" (da), gazing at the night sky as if lost in thought.
Chu Fang said, "Actually, Zhang Yan likes you."
"Don't rush to refute me. First, ask yourself this question: Why did Zhang Yan marry you?"
"There are two identical answers to this question: one is external factors, and the other is internal reasons."
“There are many external factors: they are after your family’s assets, they are too old to be picky, they are pregnant and want you to take over their child… and so on.”
"And the reasons related to oneself are heartfelt."
Chu Fang stopped there, leaving it at that, while Shang Weiming slowly came to his senses, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.
He and Zhang Yan had known each other since childhood. He knew that Zhang Yan was incredibly stubborn and would go forward relentlessly once she made up her mind, even if there was an abyss ahead.
And no one in the world can force her to do what she doesn't want to do.
Since no one forced her to marry, then it must have been her... voluntary choice?
Thinking of this, Shang Weiming suddenly sat up: "Are you telling the truth?"
"Fake!" Chu Fang retorted, seeing Shang Weiming's pathetic state, but still said:
“Zhang Yan’s liking for me is a kind of ‘rare’ curiosity. It’s like when people see a giant panda, it’s not because it’s cute, but because it’s rare. But that’s not liking, it’s just curiosity.”
"I am just a memory in her youth, and the only one who can walk with her to the end is you."
Chu Fang never believed that Zhang Yan liked him; rather, he was simply curious about her because of her unconventional behavior in college.
Since he didn't answer her questions, Zhang Yan kept them to herself and believed they were love.
Just then, a voice came from behind, and Zhang Yan crossed her arms: "You understand me very well?"
Shang Weiming stood up, and Zhang Yan, ignoring whether Chu Fang answered, pulled Shang Weiming away from the villa.
Chu Fang tossed aside his wine glass and said softly, "Did you study psychology for nothing, buddy?"
He learned a lot about psychology from Chang Shen.
He then left the villa, watching the car disappear into the distance, and said angrily, "No, I haven't even gotten in the car yet!"
He had been drinking and couldn't drive.
In this vast villa area, there were no taxis around, so he had no choice but to call a designated driver.
Chu Fang asked, "Driver, what do you think love is?"
The driver replied, "Oh? I didn't know. I'm getting married through a blind date."
"Do you and your wife have love for each other?"
"No, I don't think so." The driver shook his head. "We're just getting older and living together as a couple. She's responsible for raising the children, and I'm responsible for supporting the family."
Has your wife ever complained that you don't earn enough?
"No."
Have you ever complained that she does nothing at home all day?
“Sir, what are you saying?” the driver retorted. “How can you say she is ‘doing nothing’? She’s taking care of the child, which is very hard work. And when I get home, there’s a hot meal waiting for me. That’s all thanks to her hard work.”
The two exchanged questions and answers before returning to the Tanhua residential area.
Chu Fang tipped the driver 10,000 yuan, who was stunned: "Sir, what are you doing...?"
Chu Fang waved and headed towards the residential area: "Be careful!"
Facing Chu Fang's figure, the designated driver bowed deeply, then immediately called his wife at home: "Hey honey, a customer just tipped me 10,000 yuan. I'll take you out for a nice meal after get off work..."
After chatting with his wife for a bit, the designated driver continued taking orders. Although he had earned 10,000 yuan, he still needed to work hard.
... ...
As Chu Fang entered the Tanhua residential area, he saw a figure under the lamplight waving a wooden stick.
"Zhong Rou".
"Eek~~~" Zhong Rou turned around, "Brother-in-law, what are you doing here?"
"What are you doing?"
The sister-in-law continued waving the wooden stick: "I'm practicing stick techniques, using mosquitoes as training subjects."
Chu Fang: "Can we hit them?"
"Yes!" The wooden stick whistled through the air, and Zhong Rou casually grabbed it, opening her palm: "Here, a mosquito."
Chu Fang: "..."
Is it even possible to hit him?
That's outrageous!
He felt that it would be a better choice for his sister-in-law to learn formal martial arts and compete in the ring in the future.
But Zhong Rou didn't want to go.
Compared to fighting in the arena, being a capitalist is more profitable.
When the two returned home, Zhong Tingyue immediately came to see them and asked, "How did things go?"
"Perhaps there's a chance," Chu Fang shrugged.
He lay on Zhong Tingyue's lap and told her everything that had happened that night: he had gone to Zhang Yan's house, then to Shang Weiming's house, and finally found Shang Weiming at the villa, where the two drank and chatted.
Zhong Tingyue let out a breath: "I hope so."
He then asked, "How did you know Shang Weiming would return to the villa?"
"Just a guess."
"A guess?"
"Hmm." Chu Fang nodded. "I put myself in Shang Weiming's shoes and wondered what he might do? Perhaps he'd drown his sorrows in alcohol, perhaps he'd end it all, perhaps he'd become even more cold-hearted..."
"If I were Shang Weiming, where would I go in the face of such a situation? I would go to that villa, because that villa was bought for Zhang Yan, their marital home, the place where they would live for the next few decades."
Zhong Tingyue cupped Chu Fang's face in her hands: "Mr. Chu, you are amazing."
This comes from the bottom of my heart.
Empathy is easy to say but hard to do, but Chu Fang was able to do it.
Chu Fang was somewhat frustrated: "I just don't know what the outcome will be."
"If they can't even get past this hurdle, there's no point in them continuing the relationship."
Zhong Tingyue comforted her, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Go take a shower, it's time for bed."
Chu Fang: "Hold me."
"It's always been boys who hug girls."
"Then why can't girls hug boys? This is blatant discrimination. I'm so angry I'm shaking all over. I'm sweating profusely and my hands and feet are freezing cold even though it's a hot day."
Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."
She carried Chu Fang in her arms, as if she were carrying a child, towards the bathroom.
Zhong Rou pouted: "You two be careful, there's a child here."
She blindfolded the little blond boy; "You're still young, don't look, or you'll get a sty."
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