Actually, Sister Huang was overthinking it.
Chu Fang had no intention of retaliating against her.
It's very simple. The two of them just had a minor disagreement. It's not something that could escalate to the point of life or death. Only an idiot would do something like that.
On the contrary, Chu Fang was very grateful to the wealthy woman, Sister Huang.
Because of her appearance, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue had the opportunity to get in touch, and it was also because Zhong Tingyue had a request that he owed her three favors.
Speaking of which, Chu Fang recalled that he still hadn't figured out how to deal with the debt of gratitude Zhong Tingyue owed him.
Ren Feiping's suggestion to him was: first, have a meal together; second, hold hands and kiss; third, go to a hotel.
A scumbag's only thought is about booking hotel rooms.
He rejected all of them. Dinner dates, holding hands and kissing, even going to a hotel room—Chu Fang believed that things should happen naturally, not through some kind of half-hearted coaxing.
That wasn't the kind of relationship he wanted.
"Tell me, how much did you spend at that KTV?" Ren Feiping persisted on the way.
They were quite curious about Chu Fang's past extravagant behavior.
"I haven't calculated it, but it should be a few million," he replied.
The world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit; the world is in turmoil, all for the sake of gain.
There was a reason why the suit manager treated him with such respect; there is no such thing as love without a cause.
"My God!" Ren Feiping took a sip of water. "Your life is my dream."
He paused, then remembered his job: "By the way, how's your relationship with the fairy sister going?"
"fine."
"Alright then." Ren Feiping nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue had only known each other for less than a month. If they wanted to pursue pure love, the first thing they needed to do was get to know each other.
Getting to know someone is a very important process that no one can help with; it can only be built up over time. What Ren Feiping can do is offer effective advice.
The car turned a corner and arrived at the Bund.
Even late at night, the Bund is still bustling with people.
We arrived at Zhonghai Mingyuan.
Chu Fang opened the window, pointed to Ren Feiping and said, "Brother Liu, this is my friend. He'll stay at my house tonight and leave tomorrow."
“Okay! You’re the homeowner, there’s no need to say these things.” Brother Liu smiled.
The residents of the community are all well-known figures who place great importance on their personal privacy and are particularly concerned about visitors, requiring them to be reported to the property management or security.
Of course, that regulation only applies to tenants in the community, and homeowners can ignore it.
After a quick registration, I entered the underground parking garage.
"Holy crap! I never dreamed that one day I would be able to live in Zhonghai Mingyuan."
"Ghost, Maserati, Lamborghini, Lexus, those Japanese cars are a bit low-class."
"I really want to steal one and drive away, that would be so exciting."
“... ..."
As Ren Feiping got out of the car, his eyes were immediately drawn to the three cars next to him: a LaFerrari, a Maybach, and a McLaren. Their black exteriors resembled bottomless black holes, making them eye-catching even in the star-studded luxury parking lot.
"Damn!" Ren Feiping knew those three cars belonged to Chu Fang, and couldn't help but touch them closely, looking them up and down. "These aren't cars, they're girls!"
Chu Fang was speechless: "...How do cars and girls have anything to do with each other?"
Do scumbags only have women on their minds?
"If I drive a Maybach to the bar district and hordes of women swarm around me, what else could they be but girls?"
"Those are gold diggers."
"Yes, he was after my car, and I was after her body. We each got what we wanted."
"..." Unable to argue with the other woman in this matter, Chu Fang headed home.
He opened the door, turned on the light switch, and the light dispelled the darkness. Ren Feiping craned his neck to look around the house, his eyes full of curiosity.
Chu Fang walked into the living room, quickly tidied the dining table, and took out two packs of instant noodles from the refrigerator. He hadn't eaten dinner yet, and his stomach was very empty. He said, "Don't look anymore. It's just a few rooms. Haven't you ever seen a view from the sky at night?"
Ren Feiping was a carefree person who didn't consider himself an outsider at all and looked around the entire house.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the night view below, with outstretched arms, it feels as if the world is under my control.
Ren Feiping slowly turned his head back: "This is the first time I've appreciated the Bund's night view from this angle. I used to just imagine it, but imagination is far less breathtaking than reality."
Despite being a scumbag, he is ultimately just an ordinary person whose vision is bound by money. Today, upon suddenly encountering him, he was momentarily stunned.
He used to ask himself, "Life is full of suffering, so who in the world is truly happy?"
At that moment, he finally understood that the rich are happy.
"I get tired of seeing it all the time," Chu Fang answered honestly.
“I could live in a house worth tens of millions every day and never get tired of it.” Ren Feiping slowly came back to his senses, walked to the dining table, paused for a moment, and asked, “You drive a car worth millions, live in a house worth tens of millions, just bought a bottle of red wine worth 100,000 yuan, and now you’re eating instant noodles. Isn’t this scene too bizarre?”
He even refused to eat the pickled cabbage and beef noodles.
This billionaire is so different from what he imagined.
"It's too late, I don't want to cook. Instant noodles are fine." Chu Fang boiled water and poured it into the instant noodle container. "If you want to eat, you can make it yourself, or you can order takeout."
As Ren Feiping tore open the packaging, he asked, "Didn't you hire a housekeeper or anything?"
"Why bother others with things I can handle myself?" Chu Fang shrugged. "Although I am a rich man, I am still a human being at heart. I have hands and feet, I eat rice and noodles, and I sleep in a bed. I'm not that great."
Ren Feiping narrowed his eyes: "You seem different from other rich people."
"We're all the same."
The two chatted and ate instant noodles, creating a unique atmosphere.
After finishing his instant noodles, Chu Fang tidied up quickly and, feeling a bit sleepy, said as he walked upstairs, "There's an empty room downstairs. The sheets and blankets are in the closet, the air conditioner remote is in the bedside table, there's a private bathroom, and hot water is available 24 hours a day..."
"Can I sleep in front of the French windows tonight?" Ren Feiping asked.
Chu Fang leaned against the second floor: "Whatever."
Chu Fang understood Ren Feiping's thoughts.
When he first moved in, he moved the sofa to the French windows and slept there for several nights before gradually moving back to his room to sleep.
For an ordinary person, suddenly finding themselves in Zhonghai Mingyuan makes it especially hard to leave behind the beautiful scenery outside.
Hearing the door close, Ren Feiping tidied up the kitchen waste, then walked to the French windows, took a picture of himself, and posted it on his WeChat Moments.
As expected, within minutes, the pretty girls in his WeChat contacts sent him messages, especially several haughty women who sweetly inquired where he lived and expressed their desire to visit him and have a heart-to-heart talk.
It's definitely good to be rich.
After chatting with the enthusiastic girls for a while, Ren Feiping suddenly put down his phone without replying to the messages. He gazed out the window at the beautiful night view, which was colorful, vibrant, and dazzling.
She let out a long sigh: "Alas! All the good things belong to others, not to me."
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