"Maybe yes, maybe no..."
Zhong Tingyue tilted her head, lost in thought, sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking her head.
"Perhaps it's out of boredom, perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps it's because he genuinely likes Chang Shen."
Your words are truly more valuable than any other conversation.
Can you say something constructive?
Zhong Tingyue sensed Chu Fang's speechlessness and inner turmoil, and pursed her lips: "Nana went through a deeply unforgettable relationship and was hurt very much. I thought she had lost interest in men, but today, that is obviously wrong. And I didn't see any emotional fluctuations between men and women in Nana's expression."
She paused for a moment, then said, "However... I think it's a good thing that Nana is willing to get to know a boy and get to know him. I haven't seen Nana have such intense emotional fluctuations in a long time. Your friend is quite capable."
"What's your plan to get them back together?"
"There's nothing I can do," Chu Fang shook his head.
"Nana is my childhood friend."
"Chang Shen is still my best friend. I can't betray him. This is my most basic principle and my responsibility to my friend!"
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's serious demeanor, but she found it quite charming.
She knew Chu Fang too well. If he refused with a few words, there was nothing to talk about. But if he spoke righteously and eloquently, then they could negotiate.
After much back and forth, an agreement was finally reached. Zhong Tingyue's face flushed slightly, and she spat lightly, while Chu Fang smiled broadly, looking somewhat lewd.
She then revealed the agreement she had made with Chang Shen that night: Yang Meina would go to Chang Shen for treatment herself, and as for how far things would go between them, that would be up to fate.
Zhong Tingyue bit her red lips: "You really are... cunning and treacherous, betraying your friends for personal gain!"
So it turns out they were already prepared and waiting for her here.
Friends? So they're here to sell themselves, isn't that normal? ... ...Chu Fang straightened his back: "Thank you for your praise, I will continue to work hard."
“... ..."
Zhong Tingyue went back to her room; she couldn't get along with such a shameless person.
She continued chatting with Chu Fang, afraid that she might end up beating him up.
... ...
As dawn broke, the sun shone brightly.
Early in the morning, Chu Fang was making breakfast when Yang Meina got up, leaned against the kitchen door, and said, "I don't want treatment. I don't have a mental illness. He's the one who's sick."
“Chang Shen is very capable,” Chu Fang replied without turning his head.
“I’m not going anywhere. I can’t connect with him. He’ll just argue with me.”
“Not now,” Chu Fang said. “Now you are the client and he is the doctor. You are in a dominant position. You can give him orders as you please. Just think about it, if you tell him to go east, he wouldn’t dare to go west. How cool and classy would that be?”
"Hmm... that makes sense!"
Yang Meina stroked her chin, a bright yet sinister smile appearing on her beautiful face.
Chang Shen, don't blame your brother for betraying you; blame Zhong Tingyue for being too cunning.
I was forced into this situation.
... ...
After breakfast, Zhong Rou went to school, Yang Meina went home to catch up on sleep, Zhong Tingyue went to work, and Chu Fang went to Zhonghai Mingyuan to pick up the figurine that Chang Shen wanted.
It is a figure made of pure gold, with a soft and malleable texture, a lifelike posture, delicate expression, and complex craftsmanship. It is not only an ornament, but also a work of art with great collectible value.
This is a figurine he bought when he first entered university and suddenly became rich. He used to be a 'second-generation anime fan'.
Several years have passed. It cost over a million when I bought it, and the price has increased considerably since then.
To be fair, there are quite a few people who love collecting figurines...
We anime fans are amazing...
After taking the figurine, Chu Fang left immediately. As he walked out of the residential area, Brother Liu saluted him: "Mr. Chu, are you leaving again?"
"I'm not used to living here," Chu Fang replied.
Brother Liu chuckled and teased, "It's not that I'm not used to living here, it's just that Miss Zhong isn't here. Mr. Chu, you wouldn't happen to be henpecked, would you?"
"Bullshit!" Chu Fang rolled his eyes. "At home, I'm the boss. If Zhong Tingyue dares to bare her teeth at me, I'll slap her, and she'll have to apologize to me."
"real?"
Brother Liu, that old scout, had eyes as sharp as a hawk's, making Chu Fang uneasy. He always felt that the woman was right behind him, and when he looked back...
Thank goodness, that woman went to work.
Not here.
"Dingzhen!" Chu Fang waved his hand. "I'm not talking to you anymore, it's pointless."
Watching his retreating figure, Brother Liu smiled and shook his head.
On the way back, Chu Fang hummed a song as he drove, looking quite carefree.
A group of sports cars ahead caught his attention: Lamborghinis, Audis, Maseratis, Ferraris... ..., speeding past in droves along the roadside, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
Chu Fang shrugged.
This must be some supercar club members out for a spin again.
It is very common in Shanghai.
Suddenly, Chu Fang raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "Hey, there's another LaFerrari. This guy has good taste; it's the same model as my LaFerrari."
"Damn it! That lousy Ferrari company has no sportsmanship. When they sold it to me, they said there was only one in all of Shanghai, how come there's another one now? They only start being shameless because they see I haven't had a chance to shop there in a while. They're utterly shameless..."
When Chu Fang bought the LaFerrari, Ferrari claimed it was the first and last one in Shanghai, maintaining the prestigious image of the LaFerrari owner. Now it seems that those words were just empty talk.
Of course, he didn't care. Car manufacturers would come up with any stupid way to make a profit.
He just kept a low profile; otherwise, he would definitely have hired a lawyer to sue Ferrari.
Chu Fang drove alongside the LaFerrari, rolled down the window, and said to the LaFerrari driver, "Nice car. I have the same one too."
The LaFerrari convertible was open, and a man and a woman were sitting inside. The man was in his early twenties with striking blond hair and a frivolous and hedonistic look on his face, while the woman was exquisitely beautiful, with a voluptuous figure and long legs.
The blond-haired man smirked, gave a soft hum, and didn't reply.
The sophisticated woman next to him rolled her eyes, her disdain for Chu Fang evident: "Handsome, please look closely, this is a LaFerrari, not just any ordinary car. There are only a few of these in Shanghai."
Although Chu Fang drives a Bentley worth millions, it is still far inferior to a LaFerrari, and that great difference lies in their social class.
“When I bought it, Ferrari said there was only one available. Now it seems the manufacturer was lying,” Chu Fang said seriously. “Did the manufacturer tell you the same thing? Why don’t we sue Ferrari together and make them compensate us?”
The blond-haired man chuckled: "You have one too? Sue me? Pay compensation? Heh... you're quite humorous."
The elegant woman covered her mouth and laughed, her face full of suspicion.
You can afford a LaFerrari?
Stop pretending.
The two seemed to have no intention of communicating with Chu Fang. The blond-haired man revved the engine and left him behind.
"Squeeze me!" Chu Fang tilted his head. "Don't you have any manners? I'm trying to reason with you, and you're giving me that attitude? You think you're so great just because you bought a LaFerrari? You think you're so high and mighty? My LaFerrari is just gathering dust in the garage. Who have I been showing off to?"
Chu Fang couldn't figure out what the blond guy was thinking.
Do you really think that buying a sports car makes you superior?
Can't even speak human language anymore?
No way, really?
Chu Fang fell silent.
One instance of extroversion led to a lifetime of introversion.
I never want to talk to anyone again in this lifetime.
"Stop pretending!" Chu Fang said angrily, watching the LaFerrari drive away. "I have the same car, you wouldn't... ..."
As he grumbled, his gaze instinctively fell on the license plate, and he nearly jumped up: "Holy crap! Isn't that my car?!"
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