The night was deep. Zhong Tingyue stood by the window, gazing at the full moon, a perfect smile curving her lips.
Meanwhile, Chu Fang, who was in the next room, crawled into bed and felt a chill. He rolled around a bit, but found himself alone. A wave of sadness washed over him: "I'm in love, and I'm still sleeping alone. It's so unfair!"
... ...
All night long, Chu Fang's mind was filled with images of him and Zhong Tingyue "rolling in the sheets," and just as the crucial moment arrived...
Daylight broke, I woke up...
A sense of sadness enveloped him.
But she quickly rallied and encouraged herself: "It's okay. The closer the relationship, the less you need to let your mind wander."
He quickly washed up, then left the room, opened the door as usual, went to the kitchen, and prepared breakfast.
When he finished cooking, Zhong Tingyue walked in, still sleepy as usual.
It was almost eight o'clock when we finished eating.
Chu Fang was packing his backpack when Zhong Tingyue looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Going to work."
"Founder Investment Co., Ltd."
"No, we're going to the studio."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue became more sober: "Why are you still going to the studio?"
"If I don't go to the studio, what am I supposed to do?" Chu Fang tilted his head. "Fangzheng Investment Co., Ltd. doesn't need me to go there every day. As long as it operates normally, that's fine. I can only go to your studio."
"If you have so much money, why do you go to work?"
"I can't just play around all day, that would be too boring."
Zhong Tingyue said, "No, you can't go to my studio."
"Why?!"
“I want to handle my own affairs.” Zhong Tingyue thought for a moment and replied softly, “You sit here for a while, I’ll go get something.”
Suddenly, she left the house and went back next door. A moment later, she came back in with a document, placed it on the coffee table, gestured for Chu Fang to take a look, and then said unhurriedly:
"Didn't you give Nana a sum of money and ask her to invest in my studio and take a share? A few days ago, she transferred all the studio shares to me. I've thought about it, and now you have two choices."
First, I'll transfer Nana's shares to you, making you the major shareholder of the studio; second, I owe you 2.31 million yuan, which is the amount you gave to Nana, and I'll write you an IOU.
He paused, met Chu Fang's gaze, and said earnestly, "I hope you choose the latter."
Chu Fang grinned: "Is it really necessary to be so serious?"
"It will be useful."
“... ..."
Zhong Tingyue's thinking was very simple.
Although the two were together and became boyfriend and girlfriend, and although a few million was just a drop in the ocean for Chu Fang, she was unwilling to accept her boyfriend's gift.
As a woman of the new era, Zhong Tingyue has her own ideas and beliefs.
"Alright then," Chu Fang sighed, "You can write an IOU."
The document had now been turned to the last page, containing the IOU written by Zhong Tingyue, which clearly stated: Zhong Tingyue owes Chu Fang 2.31 million...
Zhong Tingyue said, "Sign it."
Chu Fang signed his name, and in an instant, Zhong Tingyue's face lit up with a radiant smile.
Her boyfriend didn't ignore her feelings because of his wealth; he tried to see things from her perspective. How could she not be happy?
"Can I go to work now?" Chu Fang asked.
“Of course…” Zhong Tingyue replied subconsciously, then suddenly remembered something else: “By the way, I turned down all the clients you brought in for the studio. Don’t look for clients for the studio anymore. I, Zhong Tingyue, have hands and feet and can earn clients’ recognition through my own efforts.”
What a stubborn woman... Chu Fang could only sigh: "Fine, fine, then I can go to work now."
“Alright then.” Zhong Tingyue finally nodded, then added, “But your basic salary is only four thousand yuan, and your salary is linked to your workload.”
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang raised his voice eight octaves: "Hey, my salary was eight thousand yuan a while ago, how come it's been cut in half all at once? Although I don't need eight thousand yuan, you can't just embezzle it all at once, that's my hard-earned money!"
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes: "Tell me, have you ever done a job that pays 8,000 yuan? You spend all day slacking off in the studio, chatting idly, and occasionally attending friends' weddings. I gave you 8,000 yuan because you're my boyfriend and I thought you were poor. But now that I know you're so rich, why should I continue to give you the same salary?"
"So that means..." Chu Fang scratched his face and subconsciously said, "You were keeping me as a sugar daddy for a while, huh?"
Zhong Tingyue burst into laughter. Her boyfriend's mind was always so quick. She pursed her lips and said, "Pretty much."
It wasn't until he arrived at the studio that Chu Fang gradually emerged from the world of being a "pretty boy" and accepted the reality that he was being kept by a girl for eight thousand yuan.
I'm only worth eight thousand yuan?!
As they entered the studio, Zhong Tingyue patted him on the shoulder: "Don't let me catch you slacking off in the future, or I'll deduct all four thousand yuan from your salary."
“... ..."
Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Chu! Fang!" Just then, a loud voice filled with resentment came from behind.
As soon as he looked up, he was met with a pair of fiery eyes. Jiang Wenzhen was glaring at him angrily: "You bastard, you lied to me again."
"When did I lie to you?" Chu Fang said. "I've always said that I'm very rich, but you just wouldn't believe me. Is that my fault?"
"I thought... I thought you were joking with me."
"The truth is always told in a joking way," he said unhurriedly. "Let me tell you, I know a few male celebrities you like, and they've all toasted me. I have their WeChat."
"Tch..." Jiang Wenzhen instinctively scoffed, but considering Chu Fang's true identity—a genuinely wealthy man—it was normal for him to know a few celebrities. She asked sincerely, "Really?"
At this moment, she believed it.
"Of course... it's fake." Chu Fang dragged out the word. "Can you use your brain? Those male celebrities aren't as handsome or as rich as me. Why would I add them on WeChat? Are you out of your mind?"
well!
This receptionist's stupidity is beyond his 'medical scope' and is beyond redemption.
The consequence was that Jiang Wenzhen chased him all over the company with a broom until he arrived at work.
Chu Fang remained seated lazily at his workstation, looking utterly listless.
Four thousand yuan a month? No problem, I've got plenty of money.
Zhong Tingyue, do you want to fine me or not?
"Brother Chu." The voice of the chubby Cai Guan reached his ears.
Chu Fang squinted and replied softly, "Mm."
"You and Sister Zhong... ..."
"The sound of the waves remains the same!"
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