As the video ended, Zhong Rou practically gritted her teeth and charged at the tabby cat, unleashing a bloody storm throughout the room. After tormenting Lily, still feeling her breath catch in her throat, she approached Zhong Tingyue's room and unleashed a set of "Zhong-style Eight Fists," punching the "Great Demon King" again and again.
My anger has subsided considerably.
She looked indignant, as if she had made a vow: "I will never bow down to evil forces."
"Aren't you going to do your homework?"
"Write!"
He's all talk and no action.
... ...
The night view of Beijing is not as bustling and extravagant as that of Shanghai, but it exudes a historical charm.
Zhong Tingyue was dressed in ordinary pajamas. She had just taken a shower, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, exuding a faint fragrance. Her cheeks were fair and rosy, and her skin was as smooth as jade.
Jiang Wenzhen looked her up and down and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, Sister Zhong, you're so beautiful, especially your temperament, which is better than those female celebrities."
At this moment, Zhong Tingyue was without makeup, without any cosmetics or clothing, but she was already incomparably beautiful to Jiang Wenzhen.
"How come I never noticed before?" Jiang Wenzhen touched her hand; it was smooth and tender.
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes: "You just need to find a boyfriend."
"I can't find it," Jiang Wenzhen pouted. "I don't have your good luck."
Although Jiang Wenzhen and Chu Fang often bickered, Jiang Wenzhen always admitted that Chu Fang was an exceptionally good partner.
"Don't worry too much about looks, what matters is the feeling," Zhong Tingyue said softly.
"I don't feel anything if he's not handsome."
“... ..."
It's hopeless.
The two then went to sleep.
After waking up and quickly washing up, Ruan Donglian went to the hotel and then took the two of them to a Beijing-style breakfast shop.
Soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Jiang Wenzhen's face almost contorted in pain: "Sour, sour."
“That’s right then,” Ruan Donglian said with a smile. “Anyway, I don’t like drinking it.”
Zhong Tingyue took a sip, spat it out, then took a picture and sent it to Chu Fang.
[Wangshu: Old Beijing-style fermented mung bean juice, tastes good.]
[Solo player in a dating game: Bullshit! You're just trying to pique my curiosity, I'm not drinking it.]
Zhong Tingyue was still somewhat disappointed that she hadn't managed to deceive Chu Fang.
That man is too shrewd.
After having a special breakfast, the three headed to the villa, located in the suburbs of Beijing. It was in a good location, with a large area, and surrounded by wealthy people.
The villa was bought by Ruan Donglian and her husband together, and it cost a lot of money, all to provide their child with a better living space.
Zhong Tingyue said, "It's very beautiful."
"It's nothing special," Ruan Donglian waved her hand. "Your boyfriend can afford it anytime."
"That's his money."
"It's your money too."
Zhong Tingyue didn't dwell on the topic. She stepped into the villa and walked slowly around it, taking in the entire villa's appearance and various parameters as she pondered how to design it.
This was her first time working on such a large project, and it was extremely challenging for her.
Seeing Zhong Tingyue get into work mode, Ruan Donglian leaned against the railing and chatted idly with Jiang Wenzhen, asking about topics to discuss and learning about Zhong Tingyue and Chu Fang's love story.
Ruan Donglian couldn't help but feel more admiration for Zhong Tingyue.
She is truly a special woman.
... ...
In Shanghai, Chu Fang and Zhong Rou played games for an entire morning.
Seeing that he had lost again, Chu Fang said, "Let's play one more round."
"I'm not coming."
"Again."
"Brother-in-law, you're so bad at this," Zhong Rou complained.
Chu Fang defended himself, saying, "That's because I wasn't in good shape."
"Tch!" Zhong Rou gave him a disdainful look. "You're just like my dad. When you talk to my mom, all you ever say is that you're not feeling well."
"...Do you know what your father and mother were saying?"
"I don't know, but I can guess. He probably means my dad is lazy."
That has nothing to do with laziness. As for my future in-laws, really, why are they saying those things in front of their little girl... Chu Fang thought to himself.
Zhong Rou stretched and said, "Brother-in-law, I'm so bored."
"It's not boring at all. Let's continue playing games. I'm sure I can beat you," Chu Fang said dismissively.
"I'm bored," Zhong Rou pouted. "You're such a shut-in!"
"Wrong!" Chu Fang corrected, "I'm a rich otaku!"
There is a world of difference between a homebody and a wealthy homebody.
“You’re not like this at home with my sister.”
"Really?"
“Yes, whenever you have free time, you take my sister out to play, to various scenic spots, and buy all kinds of souvenirs…” Zhong Rou counted on her fingers one by one.
"I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm going to go play with Wenqing." After saying that, Zhong Rou left home.
Chu Fang raised an eyebrow.
He didn't realize that he was so restless when Zhong Tingyue was at home.
My life has undergone a complete transformation, and I owe it all to Zhong Tingyue.
Chu Fang stood by the window, gazing down at the bright, shining sunlight, and touched his chest.
He hadn't felt that sense of independence from the rest of the world for a long time, and he no longer felt empty or lonely. It was as if his heartache had quietly healed itself.
"Phew..." Chu Fang exhaled, "It seems pretty good."
"Then I should go and fulfill my vow."
... ...
In the residential area, Zhong Rou found a straight stick somewhere and was practicing her stick skills in an open space. Her movements were very smooth, and Wen Qing clapped her hands and said, "Rou Rou, you are so amazing."
“That’s right!” Zhong Rou tilted her chin up, accepting the praise with ease. “Do you want to learn? I’ll teach you.”
Wen Qing shook her head: "I can't learn it."
The two walked side by side, and Zhong Rou said, "Ugh, I feel so bored."
"Rou Rou, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."
"explain."
Wenqing thought for a moment and said timidly, "You're feeling bored because you're attached to Sister Zhong."
“Impossible!” Zhong Rou said seriously. “I have endless hatred for that ‘demon king’. If hatred has levels, it must be the highest level. My sister, no, my sister and brother-in-law are both bad people. They are over a hundred years old combined. They ganged up on me, a little girl. There is no justice.”
"Is he a hundred years old?"
"It's just rounding up," Zhong Rou said casually. "Don't be so serious about it."
He paused, clenched his fist, and said, "No, I have to find a way to teach those two a lesson."
That's absolutely infuriating!
Anyone would have found it unbearable, but Zhong Rou had never suffered so much.
Not fighting back is not the behavior of a female knight-errant.
Wenqing asked, "What do you plan to do?"
Zhong Rou waved her hand: "I haven't decided yet, so we'll postpone it for now."
“... ..."
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