studio.
Sitting opposite Chu Fang was a middle-aged woman, dressed quite elegantly.
"Let me be frank," the middle-aged woman said, crossing her legs. "I've got my eye on you. I love handsome men. I can't live without handsome men in my life. The moment I saw you, I had only one thought in my mind: you're the one!"
"As long as you follow me, I guarantee you wealth and prosperity, and that you'll make a fortune."
Chu Fang: "..."
It's quite frustrating.
This middle-aged woman came to discuss a project, but as soon as she saw him, she started talking about a 'one-hour romance,' making all sorts of demands and acting incredibly arrogant.
Unfortunately, he was destined not to be a kept man.
"Thank you for your high regard, sister..."
The middle-aged woman stood up and left the office: "I don't want to hear what she has to say next. Goodbye!"
"Today's meeting was destined to be a mistake. I will miss you forever."
Chu Fang: "..."
Quite sentimental...
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Fang glanced outside. It was raining all day and showed no signs of stopping.
He tidied up his desk and then clocked out.
"Chu Fang, what did you do to Sister Zhong?" Jiang Wenzhen asked.
"I'll imprison your sister Zhong in the dungeon, so she'll never see the light of day again," Chu Fang said.
He gets a headache when he talks about it.
Recently, Zhong Tingyue has entered an almost delirious state, doing nothing all day but indulging in painting, just like those famous painters.
When he returned home and opened the door, he saw Zhong Tingyue sitting blankly in front of her easel, her body covered in paint of various colors, her hair slightly disheveled, but still unable to conceal her beautiful face.
While cleaning the house and throwing various scraps of paper into the trash can, Chu Fang asked, "Ms. Zhong, do you have any ideas?"
Zhong Tingyue said loudly, "No."
There's no need to be so loud, making you seem arrogant.
"So how long do you plan to take to finish that artwork?"
"I don't know." Zhong Tingyue shook her head, her pretty face filled with difficulty and frustration. "I have absolutely no idea how to draw it, or whether it even qualifies as 'art'?"
"Then don't draw yet. I'll take you out for a nice meal tonight."
Zhong Tingyue: "I don't want to go. This is all I can think about right now. I have to finish this first, otherwise I absolutely won't leave the house."
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang stopped cleaning and said, "No, you have to go out and relax today. You've been cooped up at home for almost half a month. You can't keep being so decadent."
For the past two weeks, Zhong Tingyue has barely left the house, and hasn't even left her easel. If she continues to stay home like this, she'll become a useless person.
Zhong Tingyue: "I'm just a piece of trash."
Previously, Zhong Tingyue cared a lot about the word "useless," but after spending a long time with Chu Fang, she could say with great emphasis: she was indeed a useless person.
There are so many useless people in the world, why can't there be one more like me?
Chu Fang shook his head: "Even a good-for-nothing needs to get out of the house."
Zhong Tingyue looked at him with her beautiful eyes: "Are you really going out?"
"right."
"Mr. Chu, please, I don't want to go out. I want to finish this painting before I go out."
Chu Fang almost collapsed.
The woman's pleading voice had a delicate, sweet quality that was very effective on him.
He wanted to agree, but with great willpower he restrained himself and said in a deep voice, "No, I've already made a dinner reservation outside."
Seeing that Chu Fang was unyielding, Zhong Tingyue said with a fierce face, "If you don't want to, then you don't want to. Why are you being so aggressive?"
Knowing she had no other choice, Zhong Tingyue went to wash up.
After taking a shower, brushing her teeth, and changing into clean and comfortable clothes, the dejected and pathetic Zhong Tingyue left, and the poised, handsome, and beautiful Zhong Tingyue appeared.
Zhong Tingyue wore a long floral dress layered under a blazer, showcasing both elegant sweetness and intellectual maturity.
“This is my confident and elegant fiancée.” Chu Fang nodded.
Zhong Tingyue tapped his chin with her finger and asked in a teasing tone, "Handsome, are you single?"
"single."
"No wonder she's single, she's so ugly."
Zhong Tingyue, your mom... ...may your mom live to be a hundred, you... ...never mind, may you live to be a hundred too, I... ...maybe I should just die!
After Zhong Tingyue tidied herself up, the two of them left the house.
It was still drizzling outside, a steady, pitter-patter.
The security guard was somewhat surprised to see Zhong Tingyue: "Hey, when did you two get together again today?"
Chu Fang said, "We haven't broken up."
The security guard hadn't seen Zhong Tingyue for a while and assumed they had broken up. He even said things like, "Zhong Tingyue is a good person who gets good rewards and has finally escaped her misery."
"Are you in a hurry?" the security guard said.
Damn, this is really annoying.
This old man works as a security guard. He spends all his time scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) out of boredom. Gradually, he learned how to argue with people. He often says things like, "You're getting impatient. That's right, that's right," which makes people angry but unable to find a point to refute.
Zhong Tingyue said, "Sir, can I ask you a question?"
"ask."
What do you think art is?
"What kind of technique?"
"Art."
"What kind of art?"
"You rest."
"Okay."
As Zhong Tingyue and her companion walked away, the security guard stroked his chin and said, "I'm just a rough man, how would I know anything about art?"
"What are you muttering about?" The old woman came over at some point and asked.
"My dear, do you know what art is?"
"Art? Piano, painting, dancing—those are all art," the security guard replied.
"I think art shouldn't be something that looks high-class or sophisticated; it should be relevant to ordinary people."
The security guard frowned: "You already know, so why are you asking me? To make yourself seem more artistic? Or are you trying to belittle me?"
"Are you in a hurry?" the security guard instinctively responded, but then he realized that he was facing his wife of many years, and he only had one word in his mind: "Oh no!"
... ...
Dark clouds filled the sky, night fell quickly, and Shanghai was enveloped in dazzling lights.
Sitting in the car, Zhong Tingyue asked, "Where to?"
"I booked a private restaurant on the Bund," Chu Fang said. "The food was pretty good."
Actually, the taste of the food is secondary. The main thing is to take Zhong Tingyue out for a walk and see the scenery. Staying at home all day will prevent her from developing dementia.
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