"Whoosh~~~, here I come!"
Zhong Rou opened the door, as if a gentle breeze had swept through, and entered the room with perfect grace.
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But after holding the pose for a few seconds, no one responded. Only Lily, the tabby cat, was squatting at the door, tilting her head and looking at her.
A little awkward...
She kicked Lily away.
Chu Fang stretched out halfway: "You're back. Go do your homework. Dinner will be served soon."
"Brother-in-law, where is my sister?" Zhong Rou asked.
"work overtime."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Rou pouted and said, "It's overtime again."
At the beginning of the year, with the economic recovery, the real estate market also became lively, and the studio received more orders. The studio also gained some fame, and some clients came to the studio in person, keeping everyone busy.
Zhong Tingyue was naturally in a hurry, working overtime every night these days, and not returning home until late at night.
Chu Fang was a lazy bum, and making him work was worse than killing him. Zhong Tingyue didn't care about his schedule; he still went to get off work and left work on time, cooked for Zhong Rou after work, and brought dinner to the studio after dinner.
He quickly prepared dinner, and the two sat at the table. Zhong Rou ate her rice, glanced at Chu Fang, thought for a moment, and said, "Brother-in-law."
"What's wrong?"
Do you blame my sister?
Chu Fang raised an eyebrow: "Why would I blame your sister?"
“My sister is always busy with work; she’s a hands-off manager and doesn’t care about you at all.”
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang looked at his sister-in-law, smiled, and sensed what she was thinking.
He walked to the refrigerator, took out two bottles of Sprite, pulled the tab, took a sip, and said unhurriedly, "I've never blamed your sister, and I have no complaints. Don't worry about it."
She paused, then continued, "Being together doesn't mean being inseparable all the time. We are all independent individuals with different ways of thinking and values. Even married couples need their own space. Your sister and I go to get off work and live together; we're already very close, so we don't need any closer contact."
Do you understand?
Zhong Rou shook her head directly: "I don't understand."
You don't need to answer with such righteous indignation... Chu Fang smiled and said, "You'll understand in time. Your sister and I are fine, there are no problems, you don't need to worry about it."
"oh."
Chu Fang patted his sister-in-law's head and said, "Let's eat."
Chu Fang didn't really care that he had been slightly neglected because of working overtime.
A person's life cannot revolve solely around the word "love." There are other equally important things to pursue: career, faith, dreams...
Zhong Tingyue has her own ideas, and Chu Fang particularly appreciates this about her.
Zhong Tingyue once vowed to earn a lot of money, to have assets far exceeding Chu Fang's, and to keep him as her sugar daddy. She is now moving toward her goal.
Although the dream is a little far away..., the courage is commendable.
After finishing his meal, he packed up the prepared dinner, told his sister-in-law to do her homework, and then left home.
We arrived at the studio shortly afterward.
It was already past eight o'clock, but the studio was still brightly lit, with everyone working overtime to design blueprints.
Seeing him with the takeout box, everyone laughed and teased him, especially Jiang Wenzhen, who patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Xiao Chu, do you still have the demeanor of a big boss? You bring food to the studio every day, as if you're afraid someone will go hungry. Right now, you're just like a lapdog."
Chu Fang rolled his eyes: "I'm a fangirl in real life, you're a fangirl from afar. When it comes to fangirling, I still can't compare to you."
Recently, Jiang Wenzhen has become obsessed with idols again, and she's been fascinated by them all the time, almost to the point of being obsessed.
"Chu Fang, I'll fight you to the death..."
As Jiang Wenzhen was about to challenge him, Chu Fang pulled out a ticket, which was a concert ticket for the idol she liked. Jiang Wenzhen immediately stopped her rough actions and stared at the ticket.
Chu Fang swung the ticket from side to side and said, "Who's the simp?"
Jiang Wenzhen immediately replied, "Me."
"Who are you?"
"I am Jiang Wenzhen."
Who is Jiang Wenzhen?
"Jiang Wenzhen is a simp."
Chu Fang handed the concert tickets to the other party and sighed as he walked toward Zhong Tingyue's office, "Jiang Wenzhen, you're hopeless."
Jiang Wenzhen is powerless against handsome men; I'm really worried about whether she'll be able to find a partner in the future.
Upon entering the office, Zhong Tingyue was seen wearing a long floral dress with a simple denim jacket over it. The light and flowing long dress and the crisp denim jacket created a striking contrast, resulting in a rich sense of layering and a well-balanced look. This gave her a delicate and elegant appearance, exuding a youthful charm.
Her flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving her the air of a young student.
At this moment, she was sitting in a chair, looking at the computer screen, her brows slightly furrowed. When she noticed the door open and saw Chu Fang, her delicate face immediately lit up with a smile as bright as a flower, as if everything else had blossomed.
"You've arrived."
"Um."
Chu Fang arranged the stacked lunch boxes on the table in layers. He had prepared three dishes: stir-fried pork with green peppers, braised lamb with scallions, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables. They were all the simplest home-style dishes. Zhong Tingyue took a bite and gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Chu, your cooking is impeccable, perfect."
"That's right." Chu Fang sat on his desk, swinging his legs with a smug look on his face. He was confident in his cooking skills. "Is there still a lot of work to do?"
"It's alright," Zhong Tingyue said. "It's not a lot, but it's not a small amount either. I'll probably be busy for a while."
Chu Fang nodded.
After Zhong Tingyue finished eating, he returned to his work. Instead of leaving, he washed the dishes, sat at his workstation, and lazily played on his computer.
It's been like this every night for the past few days.
Chu Fang brought dinner to the studio. While Zhong Tingyue worked, he entertained himself. After finishing their work, the two went home together.
As for Zhong Rou, she is a very smart child who can do her own things at home, such as doing her homework, taking a bath, and going to bed, without them having to worry about her.
It was 11 p.m., and his colleagues had already left work. Zhong Tingyue patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Chu has left work."
"Did I get overtime pay?" Chu Fang asked.
"You just spent over ten thousand yuan on the game, and now you're asking me if I get overtime pay?" Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips. "You don't need to be so concerned about such a small amount of salary."
“That’s different.” The two walked side by side, locked the studio door, and went downstairs together. “No matter how rich I am, I cannot allow you to deprive me of the compensation I deserve. That’s my hard work.”
“... ..."
Zhong Tingyue didn't quite understand her boyfriend's thoughts.
They were so determined and resolute for a few dozen yuan in overtime pay.
Chu Fang should certainly remain steadfast.
Earning ten million a day is an "extra benefit," like a windfall, while the daily wage, though small, represents that one has actually worked and is not lazy.
"Okay, I'll pay you overtime."
Even in Shanghai, the streets were still deserted at 11 a.m., which the two of them found particularly pleasant, as the absence of crowds provided them with a spacious environment.
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