As they chatted, the topic suddenly veered off course.
As night deepened, everyone left the hotel. Some went to karaoke, some went to get foot massages, and some went home... Everyone went their separate ways.
Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, and Zhong Rou got into the car and left.
After the car disappeared from sight, some of the old classmates scratched their faces and said, "I really can't see what's so special about Chu Fang. He doesn't seem like a rich person at all."
He Yi glanced at her old classmate and said, "The rich people in your mind are either pot-bellied or irresponsible. They're all fake rich people. Chu Fang's assets are much more than those people's, but he's very approachable."
"Sigh!" Someone sighed, gazing at the night sky. "He's fallen for rich people. Even 'Zhong Xian' has fallen for rich people. Damn rich people, why can't the world have one more rich person like me?"
He Yi scoffed: "What are you thinking? So many rich kids pursued Yueyue before but failed. Why did Chu Fang succeed? Because Yueyue genuinely likes Chu Fang. Don't use your worldly-tainted minds to judge Yueyue."
"Anyway, you can't win over 'Zhong Xian' if you don't have money."
"Bullshit!" He Yi flicked a strand of hair.
In Zhong Tingyue's eyes, Chu Fang was just a playful poor boy, but she still followed him without hesitation. She was even prepared to support Chu Fang for life, bearing the burden of life herself so that Chu Fang could live happily.
These people had no idea what Zhong Tingyue was really thinking.
... ...
Back home, Chu Fang put his sleeping sister-in-law into bed, covered her with the blanket, and then left the room.
He said, "Your classmates are quite interesting; they call you 'Zhong Xian' (a nickname implying immortality)."
“They just picked it randomly,” Zhong Tingyue said, pursing her lips.
“I don’t think you’re any kind of ethereal being.” Chu Fang sat down next to her, casually taking her slender and smooth hands and gently playing with them. “I think you’re just a person, a very normal person.”
So you don't like me.
"Yes."
"You don't have to be so direct."
"Let's get straight to the point." Chu Fang placed his hands on Zhong Tingyue's pretty face, leaned in, and kissed her hard on those warm, red lips until she was breathless. He then released her, saying with some lingering satisfaction, "Just like this, straight to the point."
She then continued, "Look, you don't look ethereal at all now, you're just like a little girl."
A faint blush rose on her cheeks, like flowers blooming in spring. Her delicate body trembled slightly, showing a hint of nervousness and unease.
... ...
Labor Day has arrived, and amidst the nationwide outrage, we have been given another five-day holiday after adjustments to the work schedule.
Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, Zhong Rou, and Yang Meina traveled to He Yi's hometown, which was far away in Northeast China. Fortunately, Wu Di was also from Northeast China, in the same province, just a different city.
Therefore, there's no need to rush on the day of the wedding.
But when it was time for the wedding, Chu Fang still got up very early, before dawn, when a thin mist was still falling.
Customs vary from place to place. On the wedding day, people in the southwest eat tangyuan (sweet rice balls) in the morning, symbolizing family reunion, while people in the northeast eat dumplings, symbolizing the wish for many children.
After dinner and a quick wash, Chu Fang sat in the wedding car, watching Wu Di's family bustling about—some cooking, some arranging flowers, some putting up "囍" (double happiness) characters...
Chu Fang drove a Bentley, the most expensive car in the wedding procession, so it was naturally the lead car.
This is the car that Zhong Tingyue drove for a whole day, from Shanghai to Northeast China.
I must say, that woman has a really good spirit.
"Hey bro, your car is so cool, what brand is it?" a few young men asked as they gathered around.
"Bentley," Chu Fang replied with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the young men exclaimed in surprise, "It must be very expensive, right?"
"It's alright." Chu Fang opened the car door, allowing the others to look more closely. "Come closer and see, it's fine."
As the group approached, they looked the car up and down, examining the interior, the back seats, the windows, and so on, their eyes filled with envy.
Every man dreams of owning a luxury car. Whether rich or poor, they have all fantasized about driving a luxury car with one hand on the side, a beautiful young lady sitting next to them, and being surrounded by envious glances. That would be the pinnacle of life.
However, the vast majority of people never realize that dream.
If you're not born with a luxury car, you're destined never to drive one.
The people around also looked at Bentley and smiled slightly.
Seeing the timid look on their faces, as if they wanted to touch but dared not, Chu Fang said, "Why don't you guys open it?"
The men shook their heads, saying, "Thanks, bro, but I wouldn't dare drive it."
A car costs millions; a minor scratch or dent could cost a year's or even several years' salary, so I wouldn't dare drive it.
Chu Fang smiled and said calmly, "You'll be able to afford a car like this in the future."
"If I had the money, I would still prefer to buy a house first."
"I want to get married."
"You're spineless!"
“... ..."
Chu Fang sighed.
What a simple and honest young man.
As dawn broke and a faint glow appeared in the east, I headed towards He Yi's house amidst the sound of firecrackers.
Once in the car, Wu Di handed Chu Fang a red envelope: "Thank you for your help today."
"Hi, it's nothing."
Upon arriving at He Yi's house, another round of firecrackers went off.
Chu Fang's eyes were immediately drawn to Zhong Tingyue, who seemed to swallow his gaze like a black hole.
Zhong Tingyue was wearing a well-tailored bridesmaid dress in light blue, which was both elegant and wouldn't overshadow the bride. The dress had a simple yet elegant design, and the hem swayed gently with her steps.
Her hair was cleverly styled into an updo, with a few light strands falling beside her ears, adding a touch of softness and gentleness. A simple necklace and small, exquisite earrings completed the look, making her appear even more flawless.
Zhong Tingyue's delicate face was adorned with a slight smile.
Chu Fang instantly felt his heart being captured by Zhong Tingyue.
Zhong Tingyue seemed to notice her boyfriend's gaze, which curved into a crescent moon, like a spring breeze, and her eyes narrowed into slits.
Their eyes met, and they communicated silently.
Mr. Chu, do I look good today?
nice.
To what extent can you see it?
I want to sleep with you.
A faint blush rose to Zhong Tingyue's face. She glared at him fiercely, her voice almost coming from between her teeth: "Close the door. Don't let Wu Di in."
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