The next day, Zhong Tingyue went downstairs and saw Chu's mother sitting on the sofa, staring at her.
"Bad woman!"
Zhong Tingyue brushed a strand of hair from her face: "Mom, have you forgotten? We signed an agreement that from now on you will no longer call me a 'bad woman'."
Chu's mother said with a serious expression, "I'm breaking the contract."
Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."
Is it really that direct?
She had thought the treaty would at least have some effect for a few days, but she never expected that Chu's mother would so directly and explicitly break the contract.
Chu's mother said, "You wicked woman, you forced me to sign an unequal treaty while I was injured. The law says that unequal treaties are not protected by the state, therefore the treaty between us is null and void."
Chu's mother studied it all night and eventually turned to the law to find a reason for her legitimate behavior.
"Sigh." Zhong Tingyue sighed, "Mom, you've disappointed me so much. How can I trust you?"
"I don't need your belief!"
"If you don't believe me, I won't let him see you after I have my child."
Chu's mother grew anxious: "You bad woman..."
"What do you mean, 'me'?"
"You're absolutely wicked."
"I can't compare to you, old man."
The two women, mother and daughter-in-law, started fighting, and Chu Fang watched with amusement. Suddenly, both of them stared at him.
"Good boy, you need to control this bad woman."
"Mr. Chu."
Chu Fang: "..."
"Mom, what's in it for me to help you?"
Chu's mother put her hands on her hips and said, "I am your mother."
"Ms. Zhong, what benefits would I get from helping you?"
Zhong Tingyue smiled radiantly: "What do you think?"
Chu Fang: "..."
Faced with two pairs of sharp gazes, Chu Fang felt as if he were sandwiched between two giant rocks and about to be crushed into a meat pie.
Wait, why is this plot different from what I expected?
When you two are arguing, shouldn't you make all sorts of promises to me to take your side?
Why do they all want to get something for nothing?
You guys don't play by the rules!
Chu's father smiled.
... ...
After Chu's mother's birthday, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left their hometown after lunch because they had work in Shanghai.
"Mom, go to the mahjong parlor less often from now on," Chu Fang said.
Mahjong parlors are filled with smoke, and inhaling a lot of secondhand smoke can easily lead to lung cancer.
"Then where can I play mahjong?"
"Can't you just not play mahjong?"
Chu's mother tilted her head and said, "How can I live without playing mahjong?"
Chu Fang said, "Zhong Tingyue bought you an automatic mahjong machine online. It will arrive in a few days, and you can play it at home from now on."
Zhong Tingyue raised an eyebrow: "Mom, quickly thank me."
Chu's mother said with a sullen face, "No!"
"Then I'll tell the seller not to ship the goods."
"If you don't want to send it, then don't send it. Can't I buy it myself?" Chu's mother glanced at Zhong Tingyue.
She felt that her daughter-in-law was a bit foolish for threatening her in this way.
Chu Fang said, "That mahjong machine was custom-made by Zhong Tingyue. It's equipped with a massage function, so you can play mahjong while getting a massage."
Sitting for long periods of time can cause problems, so Zhong Tingyue commissioned a custom-made automatic mahjong machine.
Chu's mother glanced at Zhong Tingyue, tilting her head to the side, and said, "Then I don't want it either!"
"We're leaving. Take care of yourselves." Chu Yi waved goodbye.
Chu Yi and Zhou Qiong both had their own matters to attend to in Shanghai and would also be leaving with them.
Qian Liyan said, "Yiyi, take care of yourself out there. Don't forget to eat, and remember to listen to your brother."
"Oh." The car started, and Chu Yi's voice drifted into the air.
... ...
It was already evening when we arrived in Shanghai.
"Want to have dinner together?" Chu Fang asked his two younger sisters.
"Not familiar with her." Chu Yi said these two words, then pulled Zhou Qiong out of the airport.
... ...
Back in Shanghai, Chu Fang started to slack off again.
Zhong Tingyue got up, prepared breakfast, brought it to the house, and fed it to Chu Fang before leaving home.
Upon arriving at the studio, she glanced at the neighboring shop and indeed saw a fellow interior design studio.
"Sister Zhong, this is our formidable enemy, we cannot underestimate him." Jiang Wenzhen's eyes burned with fierce fire.
Zhong Tingyue punched Jiang Wenzhen on the head: "What enemy? Instead of gossiping, focus more on your work."
With the real estate industry currently in a downturn, interior design is not as popular as it used to be, and has declined significantly.
What enemies does this industry have?
They are just a group of pitiful people struggling to make a living on meager wages.
Just then, the door to the design studio next door opened, and a woman in high heels and a floral dress walked out; she was beautiful.
Zhong Tingyue and the woman with the floral pattern looked at each other and nodded with smiles.
After the woman with the floral print left, Jiang Wenzhen said, "That woman is the studio owner. She is not only beautiful, but also very capable, and has many clients."
Zhong Tingyue headed towards her studio, saying, "Stop gossiping, let's get to work."
... ...
Zhong Tingyue worked a full day and then left work, where she saw Chu Fang leaning against his car downstairs.
"Beautiful lady, let's get to know each other."
"On what grounds?"
Chu Fang said sincerely, "Because I'm handsome!"
"cricket!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang became agitated: "Zhong Tingyue, this is slander, an insult, a cruel defamation! You must apologize to me, or I will call the police. By the way, what's the number for 110 again?"
Zhong Tingyue chuckled. Her fiancé could tolerate others pointing out his flaws in any way, but he couldn't tolerate being called ugly.
"Mr. Chu, what brings you here today?"
"You forgot, He Yi and Wu Di treated us to dinner."
Zhong Tingyue nodded, then remembered this matter.
Since He Yi is pregnant, she wanted to invite her friends to dinner to celebrate. She was supposed to host the dinner a few days ago, but it was delayed because of Chu's mother's matter, so she moved it to tonight.
The woman in the floral print walked out of the building and saw Zhong Tingyue get into Chu Fang's car before disappearing from sight.
“That’s our next-door neighbor, Mr. Zhong, who is also an interior designer,” the subordinate next to him said softly.
The woman with the floral print nodded: "This industry is already declining, yet so many beautiful girls are coming in. It's quite interesting."
... ...
That night, to celebrate her pregnancy, He Yi invited her relatives and friends to a gathering.
There were many people present, not only Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue, but also He Yi's friends, making it exceptionally lively.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left after a short while. Zhong Tingyue preferred a quiet environment, while Chu Fang preferred to stick close to Ms. Zhong. Having outsiders around would only affect his pleasure of harassing Zhong Tingyue.
They checked the time and it was only eight o'clock, so instead of driving home, they walked back.
The night is beautiful tonight, and the gentle sea breeze makes it quite pleasant.
After walking for a short while, they arrived at a night market in Shanghai, where they were unable to walk any further.
They spent most of their time greeting strangers at the banquet tonight and didn't eat much.
They looked at each other.
"What did Mr. Chu say?"
"eat!"
The two then went to a barbecue stall and ordered a lot of barbecue, such as lamb skewers, kidneys, and dried tofu, as well as classic egg fried rice.
The two of them sat down and ate.
After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, we paid the bill, which came to a total of 320 yuan.
Chu Fang gritted his teeth: "It's too expensive. These street vendors aren't trying to make a living; they want to drive Bentleys and buy villas."
A few days ago, he bought a cup of lemon tea from a stall for 88 yuan. When he heard the amount, Chu Fang almost threw the lemon tea in the vendor's face.
In the end, I reluctantly paid 88 yuan.
Therefore, he didn't have a good impression of street stalls.
Zhong Tingyue took his arm and said calmly, "It's alright."
"fine?"
"It's alright," Zhong Tingyue said.
"This price isn't expensive?"
"After deducting expenses, there's not much left."
Chu Fang said quietly, "Ms. Zhong, you've changed. You've become out of touch with reality. You actually said that these street vendors don't make money."
"You can give it a try."
"Let's give it a try." Chu Fang said stubbornly. "But before we try, let's make a bet. I bet that setting up a stall will be very profitable, and you bet the opposite. We'll do it over a week, and the amount of money involved will determine whether setting up a stall is profitable."
"If I win, you have to wear the clothes I bought for you: black stockings, high heels, and those gold-rimmed glasses; but if you win, I'll let you do whatever you want with me."
Zhong Tingyue's eyes crinkled as she saw through her fiancé's thoughts, but a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Okay."
The two high-fived, and the bet was settled.
On the way back, Chu Fang had a smile on his face and kept looking Zhong Tingyue up and down. The latter asked, "What are you doing?"
Chu Fang replied, "I'm currently conceiving a magnificent painting in my mind."
Zhong Tingyue: "You think you've got this in the bag?"
"Our chances of winning are 30/70."
"I still have a 30% chance of winning, so don't get too cocky."
"I'm 97, you're 3."
Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."
So that's how 37 is treated?
... ...
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