To celebrate meeting Zhong Tingyue and finding direction and purpose in life, Chu Fang busied himself preparing a sumptuous dinner.
Crucian carp and tofu soup is made with a local specialty, silver crucian carp. The fish is cleaned, pan-fried until golden brown on both sides, and then simmered over low heat until the fish soup turns thick and white. Then, cubed tofu is added to the pot. The fish soup is as thick as milk, and the tofu is smooth and tender.
He then made a stir-fried beef with bok choy.
A dish of vegetables and a soup—utterly comforting.
Chu Fang opened the rice cooker and found three-colored quinoa rice, with black, yellow and red colors, and a rich aroma.
"Zhong Tingyue, did you save the galaxy in your past life? How could you be so lucky as to become my wife?" Looking at the delicious food on the table, he was quite proud. "What man in the world is like me? I am handsome, incredibly wealthy, and capable in both the living room and the kitchen. I am too perfect."
After a moment of triumph, a feeling of disappointment welled up inside him.
What's there to be proud of when your beautiful wife isn't around?
At this moment, he was already thinking about which primary school their future child should attend, even if Zhong Tingyue didn't recognize him.
The two met by chance.
"well!"
Chu Fang sighed and ate his meal in disappointment.
After you finish eating, put the food waste on the automatic dishwasher and let it wash it.
Chu Fang is an eccentric person.
He enjoys cooking, is happy to cook, and is willing to spend an hour or even two or three hours cooking, but he just doesn't want to wash dishes, even though washing dishes only takes a few minutes.
The reason is that he can find joy and satisfaction in cooking.
Chu Fang walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the night view below. The city was brightly lit and dazzling, and the bustling cityscape of Shanghai was on full display.
This is a place that countless people dream of living in.
Below, tourists on the Bund looked up at the skyscrapers along the river: "I wish I lived here! It's my dream house! Who are these people who buy houses here? Wealthy businessmen? Celebrities? Elites?"...
Those rich people must live very happy lives.
uncertain!
In some aspects, happiness is positively correlated with money. Luxury goods, luxury cars, villas, and endless cash... these material things can be addictive. But life is not just about material enjoyment; it also includes the structure of one's spiritual world.
This was the case with Chu.
Having experienced the glitz and glamour of city life, he now longs for a genuine relationship.
At this moment, he was thinking about how to win Zhong Tingyue's heart.
"First, we absolutely cannot act impulsively; second, we absolutely cannot overlook any wrongdoing..." Chu Fang shook his head, his adolescent delusions kicking in. "First, we need to gather and understand information about Zhong Tingyue: her character, thoughts, background, family, whether she is single, her views on love... I know very little about her right now."
"If Zhong Tingyue doesn't have a boyfriend, then I'll take advantage of the situation and give her a happy life; if she does have a boyfriend... ..."
Chu Fang frowned, then shook his head, muttering to himself as if to comfort himself: "She definitely doesn't have a boyfriend! She seems so cold and aloof, no man would like her. Besides, she's good at interior design and always busy with work, she wouldn't have time to find a boyfriend. Yes, this guess is completely correct."
Thinking of this, he straightened his chest slightly.
He immediately fell into thought again: "So what should I do after I understand? Make a plan, and no matter how hard it takes, I must win over Zhong Tingyue."
Thinking of this, Chu Fang felt a little relieved and admired the bustling night view outside: "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."
Let's end this deep thinking tonight.
Without knowing Zhong Tingyue's personal information, any pursuit plan will be ineffective.
Thinking too much about it is just empty talk.
Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle.
Of course, Chu Fang held firm to one principle: no matter how much he liked Zhong Tingyue, he would never be a simp.
Simps don't get houses!
I'm looking for a wife, not an empress dowager to worship at home.
"Oh dear, it's almost ten o'clock, time for bed." Chu Fang checked the time; it was nearly midnight. Considering he was late today, he needed to go to sleep early. He waved to the tourists and internet celebrities strolling along the Bund in Shanghai, "Goodnight."
... ...
Time flies like an arrow; it's all over in the blink of an eye.
At 2 p.m., the sun was blazing down from the sky.
Summer afternoons always make people feel tired, even when the air conditioner is blowing out cool air.
Yateng Yige.
Chu Fang lay slumped over his workstation, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring blankly at an empty workstation in the distance, looking utterly lost and dejected, as if he had lost all hope in the world.
"Sigh!" he sighed helplessly.
"Brother Chu, what's wrong? You haven't been looking well lately." The chubby boy Cai Guan, who was busy designing blueprints, heard his dim and pessimistic voice and craned his neck to ask, "Are you feeling unwell? If you're not feeling well, take a day off."
Chu Fang and Cai Guan were newcomers to the company and worked in the same industry. In addition, their personalities were compatible, so they got along quite well.
Chu Fang stared intently at the empty seat, then smacked his lips and said, "I've got a problem in my life."
?
Cai Guan tilted his head, a clear question mark appearing on it.
Immediately, Cai Guan followed Chu Fang's gaze to the empty seat and asked, "Brother Chu, why are you looking at Sister Zhong's workstation? Do you want her to mentor you? I can put in a good word for you with her. Don't let her cold demeanor fool you, she's actually a very nice person..."
"Tsk!" Chu Fang withdrew his gaze and rolled his eyes at the chubby boy. "Thanks."
"It's okay, we're good friends..."
"Go to work."
"oh."
Chu Fang stared at Zhong Tingyue's workstation again, then sighed.
He had been with the company for almost half a month and had learned about Zhong Tingyue's personal information through various methods and channels.
It's heartening to know that Chung Ting-yue is currently single. In fact, according to Jiang Wen-zhen, a former TV host, Chung Ting-yue never dated in the first half of her life. She focused on her studies and work and didn't have time for romance.
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang was overjoyed.
We are truly a match made in heaven.
But what drove Chu Fang to despair was Zhong Tingyue's view on love.
Like any other girl, Zhong Tingyue longs for a sincere relationship that will last until the end. However, unlike other girls, she is unwilling to settle.
Before meeting the person she liked, she had no idea about being in a relationship.
This idea is brilliant.
This severed her connection with other men, and also severed the connection between Chu Fang and her.
Therefore, if Chu Fang wants to win over Zhong Tingyue, he needs to consider whether he fits the image of Zhong Tingyue's future husband.
Based on observations over the past two weeks, Chu Fang felt hopeless.
A few days ago, Zhong Tingyue was choosing an assistant from among four new employees to help her complete some simple drawing tasks.
For newcomers, this not only allows them to gain work experience but also helps them get closer to Zhong Tingyue, making them more successful in the company.
Unfortunately, Li Fei, Dai Yixin, and Cai Guan were all chosen, except for Chu Fang.
"Old Zhong, are you too embarrassed to ask me for help because I'm handsome?" Chu Fang thought to himself. "From the moment I saw you, I'm already yours. Don't be shy, just say it."
"Don't force me to throw money at you. If I throw ten million at you every day, one day you'll be knocked unconscious and fall into my trap," Chu Fang threatened.
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