Before they knew it, the end of the year was approaching, and migrant workers began to gradually leave and return to their hometowns.
As a result, interior design work decreased, and the workload at Moon House Studio also decreased. Therefore, Zhong Tingyue decided to give all employees a holiday during the Spring Festival so that they could go home and reunite with their families. As for the few remaining tasks, they could leave them for next year. She also planned to return to her hometown.
Tomorrow is my homecoming day, and I've already booked my plane ticket.
Night fell, and outside, the lights shone brightly. Zhong Tingyue busied herself at home, tidying her belongings. She placed several beautifully packaged bags on the table and said to Chu Fang, "These are gifts for your uncle and aunt. Remember, the white package is for your uncle; I bought him a fishing rod. The red package is for your aunt; it's perfect for her skin, very moisturizing and nourishing..."
The gifts weren't just for Chu Fang's parents, but also for his two younger sisters, and for the rest of the family members, who received gifts in varying amounts.
In the past few days, Zhong Tingyue has been buying gifts for Chu Fang's family.
"Oh." Chu Fang lay on the sofa, fiddling with his phone.
Seeing her boyfriend looking like a dead dog, Zhong Tingyue shook her head. She didn't say much; Chu Fang knew what he was doing.
Chu Fang rolled over, stood up, went back to his room, and took out the gifts he had prepared for Zhong Tingyue's parents.
My future father-in-law loves to drink, and is quite fond of alcohol, so I bought him some red wine.
As for a gift for his mother-in-law, he was at a loss. He hesitated and said, "Wouldn't an ordinary coat be too much? My mother-in-law likes money. Maybe I should just give her a big red envelope instead."
In the chat messages sent by his mother-in-law, Chu Fang could sense that the words concealed a 'love of money' nature. She would occasionally talk about how to save money and how to make money, and she would also intentionally or unintentionally ask Chu Fang about his net worth.
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes: "What kind of gift is a red envelope? My mom wouldn't accept it."
Chu Fang nodded.
Although his mother-in-law loved money, even to the point of being stingy, she had her own rules and bottom line. Chu Fang had sent her red envelopes, but she had never accepted them.
It was already late at night when I finished packing my personal belongings.
The two relaxed immediately, and the room became very quiet, as if filled with a faint atmosphere of melancholy.
Zhong Tingyue looked up at Chu Fang, her lips slightly upturned like a child's, a hint of sadness on her face. She knew what her boyfriend was thinking, so she patted his chest and comforted him, saying:
"Alright, alright, it's only a short separation. We'll see each other again after the New Year. Don't be so sad."
Suddenly losing Chu Fang left her feeling empty, as if a piece of her heart had been missing.
It must be admitted that the other person has already occupied an important place in each other's hearts, even becoming indispensable.
"Aren't you sad?" Chu Fang patted Zhong Tingyue's chest.
Of course, his patting technique was somewhat different from Zhong Tingyue's. Zhong Tingyue comforted him by patting him from top to bottom, while his hands were only placed in one spot, the only place that could give him a little comfort.
There's no way around it, he's just that devoted.
Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, not stopping her boyfriend's actions, and replied, "It's alright."
"... ...You are heartless and ungrateful!"
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, alright?"
"no!"
"So what do you want..." As Zhong Tingyue spoke, a faint blush appeared on her fair face. She glared at Chu Fang, "Aren't you pushing your luck? Don't you have any demands yourself?"
"Yes, but it's a bit small."
Is this interesting?
"have!"
"How does it feel?"
"Um... it's like I've lost my nerves, I feel like I can't breathe..."
“... ..."
Considering they were about to part ways, Zhong Tingyue didn't argue with her boyfriend and let him do whatever he wanted. As time passed, a strange atmosphere filled the room.
Zhong Tingyue kicked Chu Fang away and rushed towards the bedroom. Before closing the door, she threw out two words: "You scoundrel!"
Looking at the tightly closed door, Chu Fang unconsciously reached out and grabbed at the air, as if the warmth still lingered. After a moment, he came to his senses, shook his head, and sighed, "Alas! A miscalculation!"
He had known Zhong Tingyue for half a year, dated her for a few months, and lived with her for a while, yet he hadn't slept with his girlfriend, whom he considered legitimate.
Who would believe this if I told them?
Looking up at the night sky, it was as if I were making a wish, or perhaps cheering myself on, saying, "Next year, I will definitely sleep with you."
... ...
After waking up in the early morning and having breakfast, Chu Fang drove Zhong Tingyue to pick up Yang Meina.
They were childhood friends, grew up in the same village, and went home together.
Yang Meina works as a live streamer; she's a freelancer and can take time off anytime.
As soon as she got in the car, Yang Meina frowned: "Oh dear, I calculated my income last night. I've worked for a year and haven't earned a single penny. I've worked for nothing for another year. I really enjoy this feeling of going to work but not earning money. It's like I'm hovering between life and death. I'm a high-quality slave, born with the body of a beast!"
"I've been working for years and haven't met a single big shot. The most powerful one is actually pursuing my childhood friend! What the hell?! If I had known, I would have swallowed Chu Fang's millions and run away. I would be living the life of a rich woman now, how great would that be!"
After a few words of reflection, he nudged Zhong Tingyue and asked, "You must have made a lot of money this year, right?"
"I didn't make any money; it all went into the studio," Zhong Tingyue shrugged.
"Impossible!" Upon hearing this, Yang Meina said to Chu Fang, "Chu Fang, you're so stingy! You don't even give your wife any money?"
"They haven't been sleeping, so how could there be a mother for the child..." Chu Fang felt a pang of sorrow.
Yang Meina seemed to sense his thoughts, a smile on her face, and stretched her neck: "Oh, I forgot, you two haven't done 'that' yet, right? Chu Fang, how about this, you transfer ten million to my card, and I'll get Zhong Tingyue into your bed right away, where she'll be crying out in vain."
"real?"
"How could it be fake? I drugged her."
"make a deal!"
"..." The person involved could only manage a forced smile, speechless for a moment.
Soon we arrived at the airport, which was crowded with people coming and going, all of them travelers returning home.
"We still need to check Lily in; we're going inside now." Zhong Tingyue, holding the tabby cat, said to Chu Fang, "Take good care of yourself. It's cold in Shanghai these days, so be careful not to catch a cold. I have some cold medicine in my room; you could go to the vet, but don't delay..."
As they parted, Zhong Tingyue seemed to have endless things to say, rambling on and on, while Chu Fang listened quietly without arguing back.
Seeing Chu Fang quiet, Zhong Tingyue felt a little sad, but she forced a smile, hugged her boyfriend's neck, and gently touched Chu Fang's lips: "Okay, I'm leaving. Call me when you get home."
The handsome man and beautiful woman, a well-matched couple, attracted the attention of onlookers, who couldn't help but exclaim, "What a perfect couple!"
Inside the airport, Zhong Tingyue watched her boyfriend's figure disappear from sight. She stood there for a long time before hearing her childhood friend's voice: "I never thought that you, Zhong Tingyue, would ever be a 'simp'. The way you look, like a waiting-for-husband stone, makes those men who see you as a goddess wonder what they're thinking."
Zhong Tingyue slowly withdrew her gaze, her voice clear and bright: "What they think is none of my business."
"Sigh! Luckily, Chu Fang is a very good person, otherwise Zhong Tingyue, you're finished."
“... ..."
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