The elevator opened, and the group in front walked out. One person subconsciously looked back, mouth agape: "Chu, Chu, Chu..."
"Chu what Chu?" Another person also looked back, "Chu, Chu, Chu, President Chu."
Only then did the group realize that Chu Fang was behind them.
Chu Fang nodded and walked out of the elevator, entering Yateng Yige.
Seeing Chu Fang leave, the group exchanged glances.
"Damn! He found out we were talking about President Chu behind his back."
"What do we do? President Chu won't make trouble for us, right?"
"Probably not. President Chu is a kind person."
"Stop talking, let's get to work."
"..."
Chu Fang arrived at Ma Junjie's door, knocked, and entered after hearing 'Come in'.
He saw Ma Junjie in a meeting with various department managers.
Seeing Chu Fang, the department managers bowed slightly: "Hello, President Chu."
Chu Fang nodded and waved his hand: "You guys go ahead, I need to talk to President Ma about something."
The department managers left, and Chu Fang sat down in front of Ma Junjie, asking: "What's wrong? Why do you look so terrible?"
Ma Junjie's face was dull and lifeless, as if shrouded in a faint haze, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of worry, and the corners of his mouth drooped, making him look tired and anxious.
"Sigh." Ma Junjie sighed, "All the troubles in the world come down to family matters."
"Your dad..." Chu Fang's eyes widened.
"It's not what you think." Ma Junjie shook his head. "For the past half-month, I've been taking care of my dad, and I suddenly realized he's aged a lot. His hair has turned white. Time flies, and he's getting old."
"He's worked hard his whole life, and now he just hopes I can get married soon and have a wife to walk with him, but I can't fulfill his expectations, so I've been in a bad mood these past few days."
Chu Fang understood.
Ma Junjie wasn't young anymore. In the countryside, kids his age would already be fetching soy sauce, but he was still single. How could his parents not worry?
Chu Fang: "Do you want to get married?"
"I don't know." Ma Junjie shook his head. "What do you think people live for?"
"Living!"
"Living?"
"Living."
This was a question Chu Fang had been pondering for years, causing his mental illness, until he met Zhong Tingyue and found the answer: people live to live.
Ma Junjie thought for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I don't understand."
He didn't want to talk about it and changed the subject: "By the way, how's your future father-in-law doing?"
"He's home recuperating."
"Smooth sailing, that's good."
Chu Fang chatted with Ma Junjie for a few words, then left Yateng Yige.
... ...
Gradually entering August, the temperature in the Demon City was still high, but much cooler than the previous period.
As night fell, Zhong Tingyue linked her arm with Chu Fang's, and the two strolled leisurely down the street.
"Sigh."
"Why are you sighing?" Zhong Tingyue tilted her slender neck and smoothed out Chu Fang's furrowed brow. "Don't always frown, it'll make you old."
"I'm not used to Zhong Rou being gone." Chu Fang was indeed unaccustomed to his sister-in-law's departure. The house was too quiet.
Most importantly, he had lost a playmate and was too bored.
Zhong Tingyue smiled.
... ...
As they chatted, a luxury store appeared in front of them, and Chu Fang pulled Zhong Tingyue inside.
"Mr. Chu, what are you going to do again?"
"Buy you luxury goods, of course." Chu Fang replied seriously.
"I don't want them."
"No!" Chu Fang's expression was serious. "Woman, you can't refuse the things I buy for you."
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at him and remained silent.
Chu Fang didn't care about what he wore or what kind of watch he had, but he liked to buy a lot of things for Zhong Tingyue.
She had told him countless times, and Chu Fang would always nod in agreement, but he would forget about it as soon as he turned around.
Zhong Tingyue could only feel speechless.
Arriving at a bag, Chu Fang took a fancy to it at a glance: "Zhong Tingyue, you'll definitely look very beautiful carrying that bag."
Zhong Tingyue glanced at the bag and twitched her lips: "Not beautiful, very ugly."
"Then I must buy it even more." Chu Fang looked at the bag carefully and became excited. "There are many beautiful bags, but there are very few ugly bags, it's worth commemorating."
"Miss, wrap it up for me."
The last sentence was addressed to the sales lady.
"Okay, sir."
Zhong Tingyue hammered Chu Fang's chest: "Mr. Chu, are you having a fever? A bag actually sells for two million, and you actually want to buy it, you're just a sucker."
Zhong Tingyue couldn't understand how a bag could sell for two million, and even more incomprehensible was that her fiancé wanted to buy it at a high price.
"I have money, you don't care." Chu Fang smiled.
Zhong Tingyue couldn't change Chu Fang's mind and could only let him buy the bag, and then walked out of the store.
"I won't carry that bag."
"If you don't carry it, then don't carry it. Put it in the storage cabinet at home, anyway, it didn't cost much."
Chu Fang didn't care.
He had spent a lot of money in his life, and it wouldn't hurt to spend a mere two million more.
The two figures disappeared, and the voice remained in place.
The sales lady sighed: "Why is the difference between people so great?"
"Countless people dream of owning the bag, and that girl has it, but she doesn't care at all, and doesn't even bother to look at it."
She had been a sales lady for so many years, and it was the first time she had seen a girl like Zhong Tingyue.
... ...
Another morning, the sun climbed into the sky.
Zhong Tingyue opened her eyes and couldn't help but stomp her feet, suddenly feeling something was wrong. Looking back, she saw Chu Fang staring at her.
"Mr. Chu, why are you staring at me?"
"Lazy."
"Does that have anything to do with being lazy?"
"I'm too lazy to turn my head."
Zhong Tingyue rubbed Chu Fang's face, kneading it into various funny faces: "You usually get up so early, why aren't you up yet today?"
"Lazy."
"Mr. Chu, I'm hungry."
"There are dumplings in the fridge, cook them yourself."
Zhong Tingyue tilted her neck: "?"
"I'm lazy."
Zhong Tingyue pouted and immediately got up to make breakfast herself.
