The wedding banquet lasted until late at night, after which the guests left.
Ren Feiping and Tong Rui saw the guests off. After the guests had all left, Ren Feiping watched Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue's backs and said softly, "Phew... it's finally over."
Tong Rui hummed softly, "Mmm."
"Brother Chu's red envelope... it's quite thick, should we return it to him?"
Ren Feiping didn't take it seriously: "It's just a red envelope, how much can it hold?"
Tong Rui took out a red envelope, then opened it and showed it to Ren Feiping. Ren Feiping glanced at it and raised an eyebrow: "A check? A six-figure sum?"
He had thought it was just a regular red envelope, but he realized his perspective was still too limited. However, considering Chu Fang's assets and wealth, the amount was reasonable. He pondered for a moment and said, "Never mind, he's not short of money. I'll go back when he gets married."
Tong Rui nodded and asked, "Do you want this red envelope?"
"Keep it." Ren Feiping shook his head. "You should save this money. I don't know where you'll spend it if you give it to me."
“From now on, you will manage all my money. Try to save it as much as possible, as it will be used to buy a house. There are also many other places where we need money for our son’s schooling.”
Ren Feiping knew himself well; he wasn't one to save money. He'd rather spend it all. It was better to entrust his money to Tong Rui for management.
Tong Rui nodded. The two stood at the door, gazing ahead in silence for a long time. Ren Feiping then said softly, "I'm sorry."
Tong Rui's eyes were red.
"I swear, I will spend my whole life making amends to you and your child and washing away my sins."
Tong Rui shook her head.
... ...
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue strolled home.
The winter night was cold, and a chilly sea breeze crept into Chu Fang's sleeves, so he put on his hoodie.
"Is it that cold?" Zhong Tingyue glanced at her sideways. "Are you too weak?"
"Spreading rumors! Insulting! Slandering!"
You can say Chu Fang is poor, ugly, weak, short... ...that doesn't matter, but if you say he's dishonest, he will absolutely not agree and will take it to court, appeal to the central government, and fight the case all the way to the Supreme Court.
Zhong Tingyue chuckled.
"How long do you think they can last?" Chu Fang put Zhong Tingyue's slender hand into his pocket and drew circles on her palm with his fingers.
Zhong Tingyue pondered for a moment: "Perhaps it will be for a while, perhaps we will grow old together, it all depends on Ren Feiping's conscience."
Chu Fang tilted his head: "?"
Zhong Tingyue: "How long a love marriage can last depends entirely on the conscience of both parties. Tong Rui obviously has a conscience, so it depends on whether the other party has a heart."
"Ms. Zhong, do you have a conscience?"
"I don't."
"???"
Do you have one?
"I don't!"
Seeing Chu Fang shake her off, leaning almost forward and storming off like an angry child, Zhong Tingyue shook her head and a smile appeared on her delicate face.
... ...
Time flies like an arrow.
With New Year's Day over, the Lunar New Year is just around the corner.
Before the Chinese New Year, work became busy. Zhong Tingyue's studio seemed to have endless business, and she had to work overtime almost every night.
This woman is a workaholic.
In contrast, Chu Fang had it much easier, continuing to slack off and live a life of idleness.
Because of his laziness, Zhong Tingyue often scolded him, saying that he should not only work to make money, but also to realize his own value in life. Chu Fang's answer was that his value in life was to just eat and wait to die.
Zhong Tingyue shrugged at this.
Okay.
In some ways, Chu Fang has realized his personal value and also loves life.
Besides, although Zhong Tingyue didn't know how much money Chu Fang made, she knew that her fiancé was really good at making money.
Anyway, the bank account sends him a message every day, showing how much money was received that day, a string of numbers.
With so much money already made, there seems to be no point in working any harder.
Let him be.
But as the New Year approached, Chu Fang's happy days came to an end.
At the end of the year, all companies were busy, including his subsidiaries, YATeng Yige and Founder Investment. YATeng Yige was doing well with Ma Junjie taking care of it, but many projects of Founder Investment required Chu Fang to make decisions.
I've been investing in Founder Securities these past few days.
"President Chu, this is the budget for the company's annual meeting. Please take a look." Kang Bo handed the document to Chu Fang.
He then accepted the message and began to look through it.
The company's annual meeting was held at a hotel, with an entire floor booked, including drinks, food, games, performances, and prizes for raffles.
After reading it, he nodded and said, "Do it this way, I'll go tonight."
It was the company's annual meeting, after all, so Chu Fang still had to attend.
He stopped Kang Bo, who was about to leave, and continued, "By the way, has the company given out year-end bonuses this year?"
"Huh?" Kang Bo was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered: "I understand, President Chu. If they knew, they would be very grateful to you."
"Fine, I'll be grateful if you don't scold me."
"No, we respect you very much. You are... ..."
"Hey, stop flattering me, get out of here." Chu Fang waved his hand.
Chu Fang originally did not plan to give out year-end bonuses, but after seeing the financial statements and the account profit exceeding his expectations, and since the profit came from the hard work and efforts of the employees, he decided to give them out as a reward for their year of hard work.
"Ugh... ... I'm losing my energy just thinking about the company's annual party tonight."
"What's so fun about the annual party? It's all about eating, drinking, playing games, and maybe winning some prizes, but I never win anything."
"Yes, it's best to cash it out. Without the year-end bonus, I can barely survive."
"Sigh... what have we been doing all year? We've worked for a whole year and haven't even received a year-end bonus."
"Don't try to act innocent after getting a good deal. The economy is already bad right now, many companies have stopped giving year-end bonuses, and the company even laid off employees recently. You still expect to get a year-end bonus?"
"It's not that I resent the company. I have great respect for President Kang and President Chu, but without bonuses, I just feel listless."
"Me too."
“... ..."
Many of the company's employees were discussing it quietly.
As rumors spread throughout the company, it seemed that President Kang was working on the budget for year-end bonuses. Suddenly, all the employees perked up, eager to know if the information was true.
When Chu Fang walked out of the office at the end of the workday and officially announced the year-end bonus, the company seemed to erupt in chaos.
One employee asked incredulously, "Mr. Chu, are you serious?"
Chu Fang rolled his eyes: "It's fake."
"Huh???" everyone exclaimed in unison.
Upon seeing the smile on Chu Fang's face, the employees immediately realized what was happening.
This news is true!
One of the bold female subordinates shouted, "President Chu, I love you."
"I have a fiancée now, so please be early in your next life."
"President Chu, I love you too."
"You're a man."
"Can't it be a man?"
Why can women say "I love you" but men can't?
I felt cold and shivering.
Chu Fang: "..."
Sometimes I really want to call the police.
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