Chu Fang and Wen Xiangbing returned to Shanghai. The former drove the latter back to his apartment complex, and then they parted ways.
Chu Fang returned to the Tanhua residential area.
After a day of rest and recuperation, he felt as fierce as a tiger and was determined to make Zhong Tingyue submit tonight.
Back home, Chu Fang slammed the door shut and shouted:
"Zhong Tingyue!"
"I'm back."
"I have achieved great success in cultivating an indestructible body."
“... ..."
Chu Fang went home and immediately issued a challenge, but Zhong Tingyue looked at her work and did not reply. Chu Fang felt as if a flock of crows were flying overhead.
Gaa gaa gaa... ...
How embarrassing...
"Can't you at least reply to me? Does that mean Zhong Tingyue is already tired of me and has another man outside? Fine, I never thought that a woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you, Zhong Tingyue, would cheat on me. I want you to apologize to me immediately, or I'm staying right here."
Zhong Tingyue looked away, her voice filled with helplessness: "So what if you're back? Do I have to serve you now?"
"That's not necessary." Chu Fang took the opportunity to climb up the ladder and lay down directly on Zhong Tingyue's lap, gazing at that exquisite face, which was perfect from every angle.
He said from the bottom of his heart, "Ms. Zhong, you are so beautiful, just like a little cabbage."
"What's the use of being beautiful? Some pigs won't even bother to root around them."
Chu Fang: "..."
I shouldn't have said that last sentence.
He's a smart aleck.
"Hmm..." Chu Fang pondered for a moment, then said, "Even though we're young, we still need to control ourselves, don't you think?"
"Alright, I won't pressure you anymore. Let it be." Chu Fang cupped her pretty face and kissed her deeply. "Ms. Zhong, you are so gentle and kind."
Zhong Tingyue entered the kitchen and then brought out a bowl of soup: "Your body is too weak, you need to nourish yourself."
Looking at the dark, thick soup with goji berries floating on top, Chu Fang asked, "Am I now like Wu Dalang?"
"Come on, Dalang, it's time to drink your medicine." Zhong Tingyue smiled.
After drinking the medicine, Chu Fang felt his energy return.
... ...
Early in the morning, Chu Fang leaned on his back.
His energy is gone again.
He always felt that he had been hovering on the edge of life and death lately, and that the King of Hell might be watching him go in and out of the gates of hell.
Zhong Rou patted his shoulder: "Brother-in-law, what's wrong?"
"It'll be ready soon."
"Huh?" Zhong Rou was stunned, then said, "Brother-in-law, tell me your bank password before you die."
Chu Fang: "..."
Before I die, I'll take you with me.
That foolish sister-in-law.
Today, Zhong Tingyue made breakfast, which was a cake—or more accurately, a cake she made at 2 a.m.
This woman has gone crazy. She slept until 2 a.m., couldn't sleep anymore, so she got up and made a cake.
She prepared the food at three in the morning, but didn't eat it and went back to bed to sleep.
Chu Fang asked her, "Why aren't you eating?"
Zhong Tingyue replied calmly, "I'm not hungry, I'm just bored."
Chu Fang: "..."
Sister, it's two or three in the morning, and you're saying you're bored?
How about I take you to the bar street? It's so lively there in the early morning.
Is this something a normal human being would say?
Zhong Tingyue came out carrying a cake she had made herself; it was a strawberry whipped cream cake.
It must be said that Zhong Tingyue is quite talented in making cakes; her cakes are all delicious and not oily or greasy.
Chu Fang once heard from a master baker that the highest praise for desserts was "not sweet," and Zhong Tingyue was able to achieve that. Her cakes tasted sweet, but not in an overwhelming way; they were the lightly sweet type.
"Why don't you become a cake decorator?" Chu Fang suggested.
"I'm not going."
Why?
"So tiring."
"Then why do you get up at two in the morning to make a cake?"
"What's it to you?" Zhong Tingyue's bright eyes gleamed.
After breakfast, Zhong Rou went to school, while Chu Fang, with his hands in his pockets, called out, "I'm leaving first."
"If you're not resting at home, where are you going?" Zhong Tingyue asked.
"I'm going to find a mistress." Chu Fang said, swinging his keys as he left the house.
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