After Zhong Tingyue left, Chu Fang threw himself onto the sofa, feeling the sunlight on his body. The winter sun was always so warm and cozy, and he fell asleep without realizing it.
Chu Fang woke up at noon. He made a simple breakfast and lay on the sofa playing games, but after a while, he suddenly felt it wasn't very interesting.
He scrolled through his contacts, trying to find some friends to hang out with, but after looking around, he couldn't find a single friend he could play with.
After graduating from university, familiar friends go their separate ways, busy with their own work, pursuing their own careers, or getting married and having children, starting their own families. Ordinary people are overwhelmed by life every day, so where do they find the time to go out and have fun?
Shao Liang, Wen Xiangbing, and Rong Shunji were also working, busy as bees, while he was the only one with nothing to do.
"Sigh! The lives of the rich are always so boring, dull, and meaningless." Chu Fang sighed, then picked up his car keys and left home.
I randomly picked an internet cafe, played a few games, but I could no longer find the joy I had during my university days.
"Why did Young Master Chu call me in such a hurry?" Just then, a familiar voice reached his ears.
Chu Fang looked over and saw Ren Feiping running in quickly.
When he was bored, the only person he could find who was free was Ren Feiping.
This scumbag is just like him, an idle person.
"Play games with me," Chu Fang said.
"You're treating me like a playmate? I have several girls waiting for me to 'develop' them. They're going through tough times and desperately need my help; they're like drowning children right now..."
"Give me the money."
"become!"
Damn it!
A person who is greedy for money.
After playing a few rounds, Chu Fang looked at the green stats on the screen, twitched his lips, and clenched his fists.
Ren Feiping glanced at him discreetly and gave an awkward smile: "Young Master Chu, I rarely play games."
"What do you play if you don't play games?"
"You know... hehe..."
Despite losing all the games, I managed to pass the boring time. By the time I left the internet cafe, the sun was already setting. I had originally planned to pick up Zhong Tingyue, but she messaged me saying she had to work overtime for a while, so I gave up on the idea.
On Ren Feiping's enthusiastic recommendation, I went to that bar.
It was no different from any other ordinary bar: deafening music, swaying bodies, and frenzied young men and women...
Sitting at the bar, Chu Fang asked, "Do you have anything to eat here?"
Ren Feiping replied, "This is a bar."
"Doesn't the bar sell food?"
"My boss, what would you like to eat?"
"Stir-fried pork over rice, with Hunan-style chili peppers that are so spicy they reach your heart. The pork must be high-quality pork belly, sliced thinly, stir-fried over high heat, and then placed on top of rice, with broth underneath the rice."
“... ..."
Helpless, Ren Feiping instructed the waiter to go outside and buy him a rice bowl.
Chu Fang fiddled with the menu: "What's the most expensive set meal at your bar?"
"The Divine Dragon Set." Upon hearing this, Ren Feiping's face lit up with joy. "Would you like a set?"
He curled his lip: "Why is every bar called 'Dragon Set'? It's so vulgar. 'Red Dragon Set,' 'Green Dragon Set,' or even 'Green Dragon Set' would all sound better. 'Green Set' sounds much better."
"... ..., you're on a much higher level, boss." Ren Feiping remained silent for a long time.
A moment later, the waiter brought in a bowl of stir-fried pork over rice and placed it next to him. Chu Fang ate while taking out his bank card and handing it to Ren Feiping: "Get a VIP card."
Ren Feiping spent the whole afternoon with him today. Although he lost the game, he still took up Ren Feiping's time, so it's only natural for him to get a membership card.
Chu Fang quite liked Ren Feiping.
She says she loves money, but she never mentions money to him.
After finishing the meal, Ren Feiping handed the VIP card to Chu Fang, who waved his hand and said, "Keep it for yourself, don't give it to me. I'm too lazy to accept it, and I might lose it someday."
After finishing his drink, Chu Fang immediately left the bar.
As Chu Fang's figure disappeared, the waiter who had just bought him the rice bowl asked softly, "Mr. Ren, who was that?"
“A real big shot.” Ren Feiping withdrew his gaze and handed the VIP card to the waiter. “He has been to all the famous bars in Shanghai. They are all VIPs. If he comes in the future, be careful to serve him.”
The waiter nodded.
The big shot is eating stir-fried pork over rice; this guy's culinary skills are about the same as his.
... ...
Stepping out of the bar, Chu Fang stretched, looked at the men and women on the street, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "Getting old."
It was getting late, almost nine o'clock at night.
Chu Fang was preparing to pick up Zhong Tingyue.
Even at nine o'clock, Shanghai was still somewhat congested. With cars stuck in traffic, Chu Fang remained calm and composed. He opened the window and enjoyed the gentle breeze, which was a bit cool but refreshing.
Just then, an electric motorcycle stopped next to him, with a man and a woman sitting on it. The woman was holding the man tightly; they were a couple.
The boy turned to look at Chu Fang's car and said enviously, "Handsome, your car is so cool."
Chu Fang replied with a smile, "It's alright."
"Can I take a picture?" the boy asked.
"certainly."
The girl took out her phone from the boy's pocket, took several photos of Chu Fang's car, and also took a selfie, putting the two of them and the car in the same picture.
After the photo was taken, the boy said to him, "Thank you, handsome. Good deeds are rewarded."
"Wishing you both a long and happy life together."
Watching the couple ride away on their electric motorcycle, Chu Fang felt an indescribable annoyance.
An ordinary couple can stay together through thick and thin, even in hardship and poverty. But Chu Fang, with his immense wealth and the envy of countless people, is now without his beloved by his side.
What's the use of him having so much money?
"That woman's eyes are glued to money." Chu Fang sighed, stepped on the gas, and headed towards the studio.
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