Before long, we arrived at our destination.
This is a villa area, with security guards on high alert.
"Halt! This is private property. No entry." The security guard said sternly.
The car window was opened, and upon seeing that it was Manager Wei, they immediately let him pass.
Manager Wei introduced in a low voice: "Mr. Chu, let me tell you about this place. Its selling point is detached villas, each with its own independent space and private garden, offering a high degree of privacy..."
As they were explaining, they arrived in front of a detached villa.
The gate opens to reveal a large courtyard, a three-story building, a swimming pool, a garden, and more—everything you could need.
Chu Fang looked around, occasionally taking photos and sending them to Zhong Tingyue to ask his fiancée's opinion.
[Solo player in dating: Image.JpG, Image.JpG... ...]
[Solo Dating Player: What's your opinion on Ms. Zhong?]
[Wang Shu: Shoot a short video.]
[Solo Queue Player (Love/Dating): yes, sir.JpG]
When Manager Wei saw Chu Fang asking his fiancée for her opinion on buying a house, he felt a pang of jealousy.
"How come all the good men in the world are already in relationships?"
When will it be my turn?
"God is unfair!"
She handled everything herself when she got married, from buying a house and a car to the wedding ceremony. Her husband never interfered. But even so, the marriage still ended in failure.
She vowed never to trust men again, especially rich men.
But seeing Chu Fang today touched Manager Wei's heart once again.
"Perhaps there are good men in the world, but I just can't find them."
After filming the short video, Chu Fang immediately sent it over.
[Solo Queue Player in Love: How was it?]
Wang Shu: No.
[Wang Shu: This house is large, making cleaning and maintenance relatively inconvenient and difficult; it is equipped with an elevator, but it's not suitable, and if it malfunctions, timely rescue is impossible...]
Chu Fang agreed with Ms. Zhong's point of view and turned around to say, "Manager Wei, could you please take me to see the next house?"
"OK."
As soon as the two stepped out of the villa, they were met by two young men who reeked of alcohol. One of them stumbled and bumped into Chu Fang.
"Didn't you watch where you were going?" the drunken youth shouted.
Chu Fang frowned.
One of the slightly more sober men quickly bowed; "I'm so sorry, my brother had too much to drink, I hope you can forgive him."
Chu Fang was too lazy to argue with the drunkard and shook his head: "It's nothing."
The sober man grabbed his drunken companion, and after Chu Fang and the other man disappeared from sight, he turned around and slapped his drunken companion across the face.
"Ouch, why did you hit me?" The drunk man sobered up a bit and covered his face.
"I'll beat you to death, you ignorant fool." The sober man rolled his eyes. "You bumped into someone and were talking so loudly. Anyone who didn't know better would think someone had offended you."
The drunk man nodded: "You did the right thing."
Those who live here are all wealthy and powerful. Even though his family is rich, he shouldn't cause trouble.
As a second-generation rich kid, I have this most basic understanding.
"But could you please not hit my face? Don't you know you shouldn't hit someone in the face?" He covered his face.
The sober man casually remarked, "I'm used to playing like this."
The drunk man nodded: "That's alright. Hmm, usually? You usually hit me like this?"
“No,” the sober man replied. “I only hit you like that when you’re drunk.”
"Damn! No wonder my face always hurts when I wake up drunk, like I've been slapped. I thought I was dreaming, but it turns out I really did get slapped." The drunk man gritted his teeth. "You're truly my good brother!"
"Hey, we're practically family, no need to be so polite."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sober man ran home.
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running away is the best!
I'm going to kill you!
... ...
After leaving that place, over the next day, Manager Wei showed Chu Fang several apartments: a super high-ceilinged, incredibly spacious penthouse, big enough to play basketball; a beautifully decorated, culturally rich villa in Shanghai, popular for photo opportunities from the outside, but inside, it was a completely different world...
It was time to leave work, and Chu Fang looked at Manager Wei somewhat apologetically: "Thank you for your help today."
Manager Wei accompanied him all day, running around doing his bidding and introducing the houses, but he didn't like any of them.
Manager Wei shook his head: "No, serving you is our duty, and I am happy to accompany Mr. Chu."
This is the truth.
It wasn't because Chu Fang was rich or handsome.
Instead, at each house they visited, Chu Fang would take various photos and videos, then ask his partner for their opinion. The two would discuss the advantages and disadvantages of each other, just like ordinary people buying a house, carefully and meticulously building a small home that belonged only to the two of them.
Manager Wei saw true love in Chu Fang, just like she and her husband had felt back then.
"Sigh... I still can't forget it."
Manager Wei snapped out of his daze and shook his head: "President Chu, it's our fault. We couldn't provide you with a better house. I hope you can forgive us. Give me a few days, and I'll look around again and find a better option for you."
Thank you.
The two exchanged contact information, and Chu Fang sent the other party a red envelope, which the latter accepted very generously.
... ...
studio.
Zhong Tingyue was engrossed in her work when Jiang Wenzhen said, "Sister Zhong, it's time to go home."
"good."
"By the way, where's that bastard Chu Fang?"
"Went to look at houses."
Jiang Wenzhen pouted: "Useless at everything, but number one at slacking off."
Not long after Jiang Wenzhen got off work, Chu Fang arrived, carrying the food he had bought. Touching his ears, he said, "Why are my ears so hot and red? Is someone talking bad about me behind my back?"
In Chengdu, there's a saying that if someone speaks ill of another person behind their back, the latter's ears will turn red and hot.
"No." Zhong Tingyue raised her head, revealing her delicate and beautiful face, and said calmly.
"Alright." Chu Fang didn't press the matter and immediately opened the lunchbox. "I passed by a Central Plains restaurant and saw what I bought: Daokou roast chicken, soup dumplings, braised mutton with scallions, and spicy soup."
The aroma of the lunchbox filled the office as I opened it.
The two ate dinner in the office. Chu Fang took a sip of his spicy soup and said, "Um, 'di di di di di, dao dao dao...'"
Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."
This man traveled from the Central Plains to the capital.
"Ms. Zhong, it's so hard to find a place to live."
I never imagined that even with money, it would be so hard to find a house I liked.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, I'll go with you to take a look."
"OK."
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