A life of financial freedom

The night falls and the lights come on.

Chu Fang and Zhong Rou look at each other: "You go."

"Brother-in-law, you go."

"That's your sister."

"That's still your wife."

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors."

Zhong Rou wins the game: "Brother-in-law, you go."

Chu Fang cautiously steps forward: "Ms. Zhong, are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm in trouble?"

"Well... yes!" Chu Fang ponders for less than a second, "You look scary like this."

After a walk, Zhong Tingyue paints silently, as if she is immersed in her own world, painting all kinds of paintings.

Ms. Zhong usually paints figures and landscapes, sunny and positive, but today's paintings are all ghosts, monsters, evil spirits, gloomy and irritable.

Zhong Tingyue crumpled the painting into a ball and threw it into the trash can, saying calmly, "I'm fine."

Chu Fang sat next to her and asked, "Is it because of that girl today?"

It was obvious that Zhong Tingyue's silence and irritability began when she saw that girl.

"No." Zhong Tingyue licked her red lips, "I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Chu Fang didn't ask any more questions and immediately brought dinner. The three of them ate in silence, and the atmosphere in the room was unusual.

Usually, the sister-in-law who loves to make fun of others is honest and well-behaved.

She has a big brain hole, not a brain missing a string. It can be seen that her elder sister is on the eve of a volcanic eruption.

Don't dare to mess with her!

After dinner, Zhong Rou went back to her room to sleep. Chu Fang washed the dishes and returned to the bedroom.

I saw Zhong Tingyue in a purple nightgown, with her straight black hair draped over her thin shoulders and scattered, extremely charming.

Chu Fang picked up the hair dryer, lifted her hair, and blew it carefully, and the rustling sound echoed in the room.

Late at night.

Zhong Tingyue blinked her bright eyes, and her long eyelashes seemed to be as delicate as if they were glued on.

Chu Fang placed his hands on the back of his head: "Ms. Zhong, are you really okay?"

Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips: "Yes."

"Then can you tell me?"

"No!"

"..." Chu Fang was speechless for a few seconds, "Then I'll go to sleep?"

"Go to sleep."

Chu Fang turned over and closed his eyes to sleep, while Zhong Tingyue still stared at her bright eyes, like a copper bell.

On Monday, after breakfast, Zhong Rou tossed her legs and went to school.

The school that used to be like hell seemed like heaven now.

God knows what kind of day she had yesterday!

Zhong Tingyue strictly supervised her homework. If she got one wrong, she had to get ten right to offset it. But she did her homework randomly for fun, got many wrong, and finally did more homework than the teacher assigned.

Zhong Rou finally understood a truth: there is no shortcut in life, just like you have to take Chenghua Avenue to get to Erxian Bridge.

I should have done my homework seriously!

Chu Fang asked, "Are you going to work today?"

"Yes."

The two immediately went to the studio.

Jiang Wenzhen greeted, "Good morning, Sister Zhong."

"Who invented good morning? Who is good morning?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

Ah this... Jiang Wenzhen was dumbfounded. She never thought that such language would come from Zhong Tingyue's mouth.

After Zhong Tingyue left, Jiang Wenzhen glared at Chu Fang: "It's all your fault. You have led Sister Zhong astray!"

He shrugged: "For the sake of our colleagues, I remind you that it's best not to provoke Zhong Tingyue recently."

Chu Fang lay on his workstation and looked at the office. Ms. Zhong was working seriously, as if she was doing it normally, but he knew that Zhong Tingyue was worried, and it was a very important worry.

And that worry was about the beautiful woman he met the day before yesterday.

"Hiss..." Chu Fang took a breath, "Nothing happened between them, right? I have been on guard against boys all my life, but I didn't expect that my competitor would be a girl?"

There is a saying that goes: it is often not your opponent who defeats you, but the dimensionality reduction attack from another track.

He shook his head: "It shouldn't be."

"At that time, Zhong Tingyue treated her coldly and didn't even want to say a word to that girl. It was obvious that the two of them had an irreconcilable conflict."

"What is the conflict between them?"

After thinking for a long time, Chu Fang couldn't figure it out. He didn't think much about it and called He Yi directly to make an appointment with her.

At noon, Chu Fang drove to the downstairs of He Yi's company.

He Yi and two female colleagues came out hand in hand. He waved his hand and the three of them approached. One female colleague said, "Hey, He Yi, this isn't your husband that you always talk about, right?"

Another female colleague said, "If it's true, I'm really shocked."

Driving a multi-million Bentley, young, handsome, and full of vigor, if it was He Yi's husband, they would be really shocked.

They were afraid that their sisters would suffer, but they were also afraid that their sisters would drive a Land Rover, which perfectly explained their mentality.

"No!" He Yi rolled her eyes, "What are you talking about? Is my Wu Di necessarily bad? Besides, I don't like Chu Fang."

"Oh, then we are relieved." The two colleagues breathed a sigh of relief.

He Yi was too lazy to talk to her colleagues, who were all materialistic girls, so she walked over and asked, "Chu Fang, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Let's talk while eating."

"Okay."

The two of them randomly found a Sichuan restaurant and ordered a few dishes.

Chu Fang got straight to the point: "I came to you today to ask you something about Zhong Tingyue."

He Yi nodded: "Go ahead."

"Well..."

Chu Fang organized his words, "Zhong Tingyue has been in a bad mood these days, upset and restless."

He Yi: "Go on. ”

He added: "The day before yesterday, when Zhong Tingyue and I were walking, we met a girl who was very beautiful and rich. She seemed to know Zhong Tingyue."

"They chatted for a few words, just ordinary small talk. Since then, Zhong Tingyue has been very uneasy..."

Before he finished speaking, He Yi frowned slightly: "Is that girl dressed fashionably, with a smile on her face, very confident, and even gives people a sense of conceit."

Chu Fang nodded: "Yes."

Hearing this, He Yi suddenly realized: "Okay, I know why Yueyue is irritable."

He hurriedly asked: "What is it?"

He Yi drank a sip of water and said softly: "Yueyue has outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament. She is invincible in college and is the object of envy of many girls."

"But even so, there is a rival. That person is the girl you saw the day before yesterday. ”

“Her name is Zhou Yahan. As you can see, she is as pretty as Yueyue. Her family is rich and she is as popular as Yueyue. The two are equally beautiful.”

“Perhaps out of jealousy or a desire to see who is better, Zhou Yahan is particularly hostile to Yueyue.”

“Yueyue ran for a student union cadre, and Zhou Yahan also ran for one and was successfully elected. After becoming a cadre, Zhou Yahan ordered Yueyue to do many things. Later, Yueyue left the student union in anger.”

“In fact, this is a trivial matter. It did not cause any ripples in Yueyue’s heart, but as time passed, Zhou Yahan’s targeting of Yueyue deepened.”

“With family conditions, wearing all kinds of branded items; driving a luxury car to show off in front of Yueyue, of course, this is also a trivial matter. Yueyue does not value these conditions.”

“But there was an incident that made Yueyue very angry.”