"I have nothing at all!"
Chu Fang also has friends, Rong Shunji, Wen Xiangbing, Wu Di, and Wang Wenhao, but all of them have to work overtime today because they are preparing to go to their hometown a few days in advance to attend a wedding and need to finish their work first.
He stood downstairs at the foot of the building, lost in thought for a moment, not wanting to go home, and unsure of where to go.
He thought for a moment, then drove to Ren Feiping's bar.
It wasn't dark yet, and the bar was unusually quiet.
"Brother Chu, what kind of rice bowl do you want to eat today?" the bartender asked.
Twice-cooked pork over rice.
"Okay."
The bartender then left.
Ren Feiping slowly walked out and sat down beside him: "You're about to get married, what brings you here today?"
"Boring," Chu Fang replied casually while sipping his Wahaha beverage. "I was all alone today, so I thought of you."
So I'm just a backup option?
"Not really."
It's not even a backup plan.
Ren Feiping was already used to Chu Fang's sharp tongue, so he didn't react much. He sat up slightly and looked deep in thought: "I really didn't expect that you and Zhong Tingyue could actually get to this point today."
Looking back two years ago, when Chu Fang sought him out as a mentor, the memory remains vivid.
"What? You weren't optimistic about it back then?" Chu Fang asked, eating his twice-cooked pork rice bowl.
“Yes,” Ren Feiping answered directly, “You two are a good match in many ways, but the economic gap is too big. I never have a good opinion of this kind of relationship.”
"In this world, the most harmonious and fulfilling love is when people are well-matched; everything else is just bullshit."
"I think you two are definitely going to break up."
"But now I feel more and more that you two are a perfect match, like you were made for each other. Do you know why?"
Chu Fang shook his head: "I don't know, and I don't want to know."
"No, I'm going to say it anyway." Ren Feiping stuck out his neck. "Only today do I realize that being together isn't just about material things, but also about the harmony of souls. The latter is far more important than the former, and you two are very well-matched."
"I like it, tell me more."
"I'm not going to say anything more."
Chu Fang opened his mouth and silently uttered three beautiful Mandarin words.
Damn it!
As night falls and the city lights come on, the bars gradually fill up and become lively.
Chu Fang sat at the bar, playing games to pass the time.
Beside him stood a young couple.
The boy, dressed in a trendy style, chattered on and on: "My family has a Ferrari and a Lamborghini. Want to go for a spin?"
"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up, but she was a little shy. "Isn't this inappropriate?"
"Don't worry, I will never touch you. I just think you remind me of someone I used to know," the boy said, raising his hand in a vow.
While playing the game, Chu Fang said, "He said you're like an old friend, which means you're like his ex-girlfriends, just as easy to fool and just as stupid; he said he would never touch you, so you'll get stabbed tonight; he said he has Ferraris and Lamborghinis, but they're either rented or just bragging."
"When you come to a bar, can you at least use your brain?"
Before the trendy guy could speak, the girl objected: "How can you talk like that about others? We've only just met, how can you be so malicious in your assumptions?"
"Moreover, I am a clean person and will absolutely not have any relationship with anyone before I get married."
The trendy guy grabbed the girl and said, "Oh, forget it, don't bother with this kind of person. He's playing games in a bar, who knows what kind of shock he might have gotten into. Let's go somewhere else to have fun."
The couple then left the bar.
Chu Fang continued playing the game. When he saw his crystal shatter, he sighed, "How can there be so many idiots in this world?"
"Luckily, I'm also a bit of a moron, otherwise, it would be so painful for me to watch you bunch of morons do stupid things."
He put away his phone, then gestured to the bartender to show his QR code, which he then scanned to pay 666 yuan.
"Huh?" The bartender was stunned.
Chu Fang said quietly, "Your rice bowl is really awful."
After saying that, he left the bar.
The bartender, regaining his composure, looked at the 666 yuan and asked Ren Feiping, "Mr. Ren, what's this?"
"Take it," Ren Feiping said, not paying any attention.
The bartender watched Chu Fang's retreating figure, scratching the back of his head: "Mr. Chu thinks it tastes bad. Why does he always order rice bowls?"
Chu Fang walked out of the bar and saw a middle-aged couple busy selling rice bowls on the edge of the bar street. The man was cooking and the woman was serving, and the two worked together.
He smiled and then left.
Chu Fang wandered around for a while, but was so bored that he finally decided to go home and sleep.
The night in Shanghai is like a magical scene where light and dreams intertwine.
On his way back, Chu Fang unexpectedly ran into the couple from the bar earlier, who were now sitting in a taxi.
While waiting at the traffic light, he craned his neck and said to the girl, "Have you ridden in a Ferrari or a Lamborghini yet? Would you like to ride in my Bentley?"
"Really?" The girl was intrigued.
Chu Fang grinned and said, "It's fake. We're not related, so why would I take you for a ride? There are no free lunches in this world, only traps."
Then he drove away.
The trendy guy looked at the Bentley and said, "You have a little money and you just know how to show off. It's disgusting. Honey, I'll take you to ride in a Ferrari later."
The girl turned around and looked intently at the trendy guy: "You're lying to me."
"No, let me explain..."
Before she could finish explaining, the girl had already opened the car door and left angrily.
... ...
Chu Fang returned to the Tanhua residential area and went home, where the lights were on all day.
Then they saw Zhong Tingyue sitting on the sofa, packing her clothes into her suitcase.
"Hey? Didn't you go on Singles' Day? Why are you back?" Chu Fang tilted his head.
“It was boring, so I came back,” Zhong Tingyue replied.
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang lay down directly on those soft, beautiful legs and whispered, "Ms. Zhong, you're so kind, you're such a... ..."
Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."
The room was quiet, except for the sound of Zhong Tingyue packing her clothes. After a long while, the room was quiet.
Zhong Tingyue said, "I've packed all the clothes you need for when you go home. Remember to change them. The top layer is your usual clothes, all casual wear. The bottom layer is your socks; remember to wash them every day. Don't change your socks every few days..."
Zhong Tingyue's nagging voice echoed in the room, while Chu Fang nodded dismissively.
Seeing her husband's expression, Zhong Tingyue then shut her mouth.
Never mind, I'll just send a message to my future mother-in-law; she'll do what she wants.
"Ms. Zhong."
"Um."
Chu Fang gazed at that exquisite face, as if carved from mutton-fat jade, and whispered, "I can't bear to part with you."
“I also can’t bear to part with Mr. Chu.” Zhong Tingyue pinched her husband’s face into all sorts of funny faces.
"Why can't I stay at your house? Or you can come to my house."
"That's a custom."
Are customs always right?
"There used to be a custom of having multiple wives and concubines, why is that gone now?"
Zhong Tingyue: "What? You want to marry several?"
Chu Fang was silent for a few seconds, his eyes full of anticipation: "Is it okay?"
Zhong Tingyue: "No! You can't!"
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