Chu Fang tilted his head: "Is it pretty?"
“It’s quite beautiful.” Zhong Tingyue sat down beside her, looking at the blank paper. “Mr. Chu, could you tell me more about it?”
Chu Fang then explained, "This is an analytical method that I painstakingly researched. It mainly analyzes whether a person can be a good parent, listing all of a person's strengths and weaknesses and assigning scores to them. Strengths are positive and weaknesses are negative, on a ten-point scale."
"Then we tally up the scores, add or subtract them. A positive number means the person is suitable to be a parent, and a negative number means the person is not suitable to be a parent."
Today, Chu Fang consulted Xiang Hui about children. Although he didn't get any answers, it was very enlightening for him.
The word 'suitable' struck him as a wake-up call.
In the eyes of the Chu people, the so-called 'suitable' is a proper and appropriate state, which involves a comprehensive analysis of its subjective and objective conditions, advantages and disadvantages.
After listening, Zhong Tingyue raised her beautiful eyebrows and said, "Mr. Chu is amazing."
This is genuine.
Before she even had a clue, Chu Fang had already started to come up with a solution.
“That’s right!” Chu Fang raised his chin.
Chu then began to complete the 'suitability analysis method,' starting with his advantages in having children: "In this respect, I have too many advantages. I'm handsome, and if my child inherits my good looks, he'll be absolutely dominant and unmatched. Score... ...hmm, seven points."
This was an extremely serious analysis, so although Chu Fang was rambling and spouting all sorts of narcissistic remarks, he was quite rigorous in giving himself a score.
"Next is IQ. I only got into a 211 university, so to be honest, my IQ isn't high, maybe a six out of ten."
Then Chu Fang filled in his own strengths, and each was given a rigorous score.
After listing numerous advantages, he then wrote down the last one: "Wealth, 10 points!"
“Wow, Mr. Chu is so tall,” Zhong Tingyue said with a smile.
When Chu Fang was writing down those advantages, he was holding back on the scores, yet he was so confident in this regard.
Chu Fang raised his chin: "Gold-digging women, you'll never imagine what my money is like."
He did the math: ten million a day would amount to 3.6 billion a year, 36 billion in ten years, and 360 billion in one hundred years, not even counting the growth of various assets.
Therefore, he can ensure that his child is not inferior to others in terms of material things.
After listing his strengths, Chu Fang began listing his weaknesses: "Mental state: easily ignited and explosive; I often get into arguments with teammates while playing games. Can I really handle kids? Doubtful! -5 points; Emotional intelligence: actually, I'm not very emotionally intelligent. I often offend others, but they're afraid of me, so they don't hold it against me. -8 points..."
He analyzed the strengths and weaknesses, scored them, and then added or subtracted them to arrive at the number: -15.
Chu Fang fell silent.
This number wasn't what he wanted. He hoped it would be a positive number, even if it was just one point, so he could comfort himself by being a good father.
But now the result is negative.
“Mr. Chu… ” Zhong Tingyue held her husband’s hand, her voice soft.
"I want to sleep." Chu Fang walked into the bedroom, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, and refused to communicate with the outside world.
"Sigh!" Zhong Tingyue sighed, unsure how to comfort her husband.
She turned around, looked at the 'appropriate analysis method', at the vigorous and elegant handwriting, and at the final score, and said softly, "Mr. Chu, you are perfect in my heart."
Night fell, and a gentle breeze began to blow outside.
"Hey, I'm back." Zhong Rou's voice was as cheerful as ever, as if she never had any sad things to say.
"Keep your voice down," Zhong Tingyue said.
"Oh." Zhong Rou then pretended to be a thief, tiptoeing, and asked in a low voice, "Sister, where's my brother-in-law?"
"Go to sleep, don't disturb him."
“Why are you sleeping now…” Zhong Rou said. “I was thinking of playing a fun and simple game of Gomoku with him.”
The Go game between Chu Fang and Zhong Rou wasn't an ordinary game; instead, they each played against an AI simulation. To put it bluntly, Go wasn't about who had better skills, but rather who had better technology.
Zhong Tingyue sat outside for a while, then entered the bedroom, lifted the blanket, and was greeted by Chu Fang's aggrieved face, staring at her with wide eyes.
Upon seeing her husband's face, Zhong Tingyue's pretty face broke into a smile as beautiful as a flower.
"What are you laughing at!"
"Are you serious?"
“As for it!” Chu Fang sat up. “I can’t be a good father.”
“You haven’t even become a father yet, so how can you say you can’t be a good father?” Zhong Tingyue massaged Chu Fang’s shoulders.
"Numbers don't lie; I got a negative number."
Zhong Tingyue comforted Chu Fang, but the latter remained frustrated, feeling like a useless person.
"Sigh!" Seeing her husband lie down again, Zhong Tingyue really didn't know what to do.
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