In essence, the marriage between Rong Shunji and Wei Caixia was a transaction: the former's family paid the latter's family 500,000 yuan as a bride price, and the latter severed all ties with the other family, never to have any contact again.
Since both parties wanted the deal to be completed as soon as possible, Rong Shunji and Wei Caixia got married just over ten days later.
Chu Fang is also preparing to attend his friend's wedding.
"President Zhong, I am very grateful for your understanding. I will definitely repay you." On the day of departure, Chu Fang solemnly paid the highest respect to Zhong Tingyue.
"So how do you plan to repay me?" Zhong Tingyue straightened Chu Fang's clothes, her eyes sizing up her boyfriend with admiration.
Because Chu Fang was to be a groomsman, he was wearing a black suit today. The suit was well-tailored with smooth lines, as if it had been made to his own. The collar of the suit jacket was slightly turned up, and the cuffs of the shirt were slightly visible outside the suit sleeves.
Like an elegant gentleman, he exudes a calm and composed aura.
Chu Fang usually dressed casually, but today was the first time he was dressed formally, and Zhong Tingyue's eyes even sparkled.
She saw an air of nobility in her boyfriend; he didn't seem like a rich second-generation or a self-made man, but rather like royalty.
"Hmm..." Chu Fang stroked his chin, "I'll reluctantly offer myself to you."
But she couldn't speak; the moment she opened her mouth, her elegant demeanor vanished, making her no different from an ordinary person... Zhong Tingyue straightened her cuffs, patted them lightly, and said in a teasing yet serious tone:
"By the way, why didn't your friend drive your Cadillac to his wedding? It would have been a very prestigious wedding car."
In any case, Zhong Tingyue had already formed a fixed impression of him: he was just a poor boy. Chu Fang didn't think about why his girlfriend would specifically ask about the Cadillac, and simply told the truth as always:
"Originally, I wanted to drive my three supercars as wedding cars for Rong Shunji, but his family refused because they were afraid that Wei Caixia's parents would ask for more dowry if they saw the supercars, so I gave up the idea and decided to keep a low profile."
He paused for a few seconds, then raised an eyebrow at Zhong Tingyue: "My three supercars are all worth tens of millions."
Zhong Tingyue asked, "What brands are they?"
"LaFerrari, Bugatti, Maybach, so cool." Chu Fang put his hand on Zhong Tingyue's shoulder. "I'll take you for a drive sometime."
“Sure,” Zhong Tingyue readily agreed.
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang tilted her head and frowned slightly: "You really believe it's not a girl?"
"Believe me, because you're my boyfriend."
"Then I am Qin Shi Huang. Quickly transfer five hundred yuan to me. Once I ascend the throne, I will make you my empress."
"Never mind, I don't know you well."
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue chatted for a while before preparing to go to the airport.
Before leaving, he chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhong... I'll be staying out of town for a few more days. Are you going to give me a reward?"
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, exuding charm. She pursed her crimson lips, tiptoed slightly, and gently kissed Chu Fang's face, leaving him completely mesmerized.
Zhong Tingyue spread her hands: "Give me your keys. I'll clean for you while you're gone."
"President Zhong..." Chu Fang was deeply moved.
He then walked away in a daze, as if he were drunk.
Seeing Chu Fang get into the car and leave, Zhong Tingyue slightly curled her lips: "Men, most of them are lecherous."
She swung the room key as she went upstairs, walked to Chu Fang's door, opened the door, and slowly went inside, her eyes scanning the surroundings like a hawk.
Although she returned to Chu Fang's house as if it were her own home, this time she looked around the room with a different gaze.
However, after looking around, they didn't get any useful information. Every item in the living room was ordinary: the sofa, the TV, the curtains... even the murals were obviously low-quality works, not painted by real people, but mass-produced on an industrial assembly line.
Having received no information, Zhong Tingyue walked towards Chu Fang's bedroom. Pushing open the door, she saw a clean and tidy bedroom with a faint fragrance in the air.
Although the two had been together for some time, this was her first time visiting Chu Fang's bedroom, and it was pretty much as she had imagined: bright, clean, and spotless.
The Chu people were consistent inside and out, and cleaned it up thoroughly.
Zhong Tingyue took out her phone from her pocket, scrolled through it, and found the logos of various luxury brands, such as LV, Hermes, Prada, etc. She then went inside, opened Chu Fang's wardrobe, and compared the logos of the luxury brands with the items one by one.
Zhong Tingyue had specifically watched the video tutorial. The instructor in the video said: To know whether a person is really rich, you should first look at their clothes. This best reflects their wealth and resources. A rich person's ordinary clothes can cost tens of thousands or even six figures.
She compared all the clothes and shoes in the closet, sat by the window, and frowned slightly: "Hey, that's strange. There isn't a single luxury item in the entire closet. They're all ordinary, without even a logo. They're like clothes that cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping on Pinduoduo."
If Chu Fang heard his girlfriend talking to herself, he would definitely spit out a mouthful of blood.
All of his clothes are custom-made, hand-cut, and one-of-a-kind in the world. Yet they're being mistaken for items shipped free on Pinduoduo. The clothes designer must be furious with Zhong Tingyue.
Chu Fang has passed the age where he needs luxury goods to prove his status and position. He doesn't even glance at the LV, Chanel, and Gucci that people admire.
Nowadays, he prefers bespoke clothing, with a perfect fit to his body shape and made of top-quality materials.
The advantage is that it suits him, the disadvantage is that it doesn't have a logo and is often mistaken for a Pinduoduo product, but he doesn't care.
Zhong Tingyue was not discouraged. She recalled the second point her mentor had made: wealthy people like to wear jewelry and luxury watches to show off their status. But she thought about it for a moment.
My boyfriend never seems to wear jewelry, watches, or accessories; he's always very clean and tidy.
A few casual jackets are all you need for everyday wear.
Zhong Tingyue pulled out the video and continued searching the room, but to her surprise, she found nothing.
There was no trace of luxury in the entire bedroom; it was just an ordinary little boy's bedroom.
She returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, her brows furrowed deeply, and murmured softly, "Did I really guess wrong?"
He took off the 'Dream Star' necklace from his neck and examined it carefully: "Or perhaps Wu Di has misjudged it, and the necklace itself is fake."
Zhong Tingyue sat up, took the necklace, and went outside. She went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and soon arrived at a jewelry testing shop. She handed the "Dream Star" necklace to the shop assistant to have it tested for authenticity, and the test only cost a little over one hundred yuan.
A moment later, the shop assistant approached, her voice utterly respectful: "The test results are in. Your necklace is genuine, named 'Dream Star,' and it was made overseas..."
Zhong Tingyue was stunned after hearing just two words.
real?
It's actually true!
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