Zhong Tingyue returned home and found Chu Fang lying on the sofa with a towel on his forehead, looking as if he had given up on life.
"Mr. Chu, what's wrong?" She touched her own forehead, then Chu Fang's. "You don't have a fever or a cold."
"The sky... ...is falling," Chu Fang said, taking a deep breath.
Zhong Tingyue looked outside at the setting sun. "It's not falling."
Chu Fang rolled his eyes at her. "... ...Do you think you're being funny?"
"This humble one can't compare to Mr. Chu. Why is Mr. Chu sighing here? What's the matter?"
"Ma Junjie's father is sick and hospitalized. He has to go back to his hometown for half a month, and Yateng Yige is left in my hands."
Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips, her mouth curving like a crescent moon.
No wonder Mr. Chu was in so much pain.
Zhong Tingyue placed Chu Fang's head on her lap and massaged his temples. "Mr. Chu, think of yourself as a working stiff. After half a month, you'll have several months of vacation. Doesn't that sound better?"
Chu Fang's expression didn't change. "But I'm not a working stiff, I'm a multi-millionaire!"
Zhong Tingyue shrugged. "Then I'm afraid this humble one can't comfort you."
Chu Fang rubbed his face against Zhong Tingyue's long legs. "Ugh, no, I don't want to go to work, I don't want to deal with clients, I don't want to face those subordinates, I want to be free... ..."
Why is it that men can always find the most comfortable position when they're in pain... ...Zhong Tingyue was very puzzled. She slapped away the restless hands on her chest and said softly, "Then don't go. Let the company fend for itself."
"You said that. If the company goes bankrupt, all your old colleagues will blame you."
Zhong Tingyue: "Never mind I said that."
In the living room, Zhong Tingyue softly comforted her fiancé.
... ...
The next day, Chu Fang woke up early. The thought of going to work today made his head hurt.
"Ouch, ouch... ..."
Zhong Tingyue quickly asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Chu Fang said seriously, "I think I have work-going-to-work syndrome. According to experts and scholars, this is a disease that requires immediate hospitalization."
He reluctantly got out of bed and started cooking. Today's breakfast was spare rib and scallop porridge, scallion pancakes, toast sandwiches, and a few simple stir-fried dishes.
Zhong Rou was surprised. "What's the occasion today? Why is breakfast so lavish?"
"It's your brother-in-law's day of suffering," Chu Fang sighed.
The thought of going to work today made him uncomfortable, so he had to make a lot of delicious food to coax himself to go to work, treating himself like a child.
The little sister-in-law picked up the porridge, as if seeing someone off to the execution ground. "Brother-in-law, I've always considered you my closest person, even more than my parents. Before you leave, I want to ask, what's your bank password?"
"Get out of here," Chu Fang said. "I'm not dead yet!"
After eating breakfast, Chu Fang sighed and prepared to leave home. Zhong Tingyue stopped him. "Wait a minute."
"What?" Chu Fang asked.
"Change your clothes."
"Is there something wrong with my clothes? They're custom-made, designer brand!"
"It's not that there's something wrong, but they're not suitable," Zhong Tingyue shook her head.
Chu Fang's clothes were all custom-made by famous designers, in line with his personal style, mostly casual wear, but these clothes were suitable for life, but not so much for work, let alone as the boss of a company.
Zhong Tingyue picked out a few pieces of clothing and handed them to Chu Fang, who curled his lips. "Tch."
He entered the bedroom and changed his clothes. He came out after a while.
Zhong Tingyue's eyes lit up. "That's the one."
Usually, Chu Fang wears casual clothes, but today, suddenly seeing her fiancé in a different style, wearing a black suit and shoes shined so brightly that they almost reflected light, he looked like the domineering CEO from a novel.
Chu Fang winked. "Beauty, wanna play?"
But he just couldn't speak, because as soon as he spoke, Chu Fang sounded like an insurance salesman.
Chu Fang drove Zhong Tingyue to the studio. When they arrived downstairs, the latter saw the inseparable sorrow on the former's face. She imprinted her red lips on Chu Fang's face. "Mr. Chu, good luck. I believe in you."
"Hehe... ..."
Chu Fang smiled instantly.
He then drove to Yateng Yige. When he arrived downstairs, he saw an endless line of people waiting to enter the elevator.
His head started to hurt again.
Domestic animals work because they are driven by their masters, while humans work by queuing up with their own consciousness.
It has to be said that humans are indeed advanced animals. Low-level animals can't do such outrageous things.
He won!
Chu Fang wasn't in a hurry to go up, nor was he in a hurry to line up. Instead, he entered a supermarket, bought a bottle of mineral water, and saw that there was one last cracked grilled sausage in the grilling machine. He said, "I want a grilled sausage."
He quite liked this kind of grilled sausage, grilled until it cracked, revealing the full meat, with chili powder added on top. It was delicious with one bite.
Unfortunately... ..., the coastal area didn't have the unique chili powder of Sichuan and Chongqing, which lacked a bit of flavor.
The clerk nodded. "Okay."
Just then, a seemingly newly graduated girl came over. "Big brother, I want a grilled sausage, thank you."
"This is the last one, this handsome guy has already bought it," the clerk said.
"Ah?" The little girl's face showed a disappointed expression. The clerk handed the grilled sausage to Chu Fang. The little girl glanced at the grilled sausage in Chu Fang's hand, swallowing saliva in her throat.
Chu Fang was about to take a bite when he heard the little girl swallowing saliva. She forced a smile on her face. "Big brother, you eat, don't mind me, I'm fine."
"Gulu... ..."
The little girl swallowed her saliva and quickly said, "Big brother, can you sell me this grilled sausage? Without this grilled sausage, I won't be happy all day today, please."
Seeing the little girl's greedy look, Chu Fang became interested and shook his head. "No, without this grilled sausage, I won't be unhappy or unhappy all day, I might even have suicidal thoughts."
The little girl bit her lip and glared at Chu Fang. "This kind of grilled sausage is made of lymph meat, which contains all kinds of bacteria, sour, stinky, and not delicious at all."
Chu Fang smiled. "Why don't you try a bite?"
"Then I'll try a bite for you." Then, in Chu Fang's shocking gaze, the little girl bit the grilled sausage and swallowed it all at once.
Chu Fang: "... ..."
I only asked you to try a bite, not to eat it all... ...
Chu Fang looked at the bare sign, wanting to cry without tears. "Give me back my grilled sausage!"
"Wuwuwu... ..." the little girl chewed, "Big brother, this grilled sausage is so delicious, I couldn't help but finish it, I'm so sorry."
"But this grilled sausage is very important to me. Today I have to apply for a job, I have to devote all my energy to the interview. If I don't have this grilled sausage, I won't have any energy. If I don't have any energy, I won't be able to get an interview. If I don't get an interview, I won't have a job. If I don't have a job, my life is over."
Chu Fang: "... ..."
So a grilled sausage determines your future life?
Then what can I say?
I can only forgive you.
"Okay, forget it," Chu Fang waved his hand helplessly. "Let's just drop this matter."
"Hehe, thank you, big brother, I'll pay you for the grilled sausage."
The little girl scanned the code to pay. Suddenly seeing the time, she said loudly, "Oh, it's almost nine o'clock, I have to hurry up for the interview. If my mother knows that I missed the interview because I was greedy, she would beat me to death."
The little girl paid the money and hurriedly left. Chu Fang casually asked, "What company are you going to interview at?"
"Yateng Yige." The little girl ran towards the building, her voice left in place.
Chu Fang smiled. "Yateng Yige... ..."
... ...
