A life of financial freedom

The two turned around and saw a middle-aged woman with a good temperament, who was also a beauty when she was young.

"Teacher Zheng." Zhong Tingyue showed a faint smile on her face.

"Oh, it's you." The delicate female teacher also smiled, "I saw your back just now and it looked a bit like you, so I called out casually, but I didn't expect it was you."

"After so many years, you haven't changed, you are still as beautiful as before, emm... ..., no, even more beautiful."

Teacher Zheng greeted Zhong Tingyue while looking at Chu Fang.

"You are flattering." Zhong Tingyue said modestly, and then continued, "By the way, I forgot to introduce, this is my fiancé Chu Fang, this is my university teacher Zheng."

Chu Fang nodded: "Hello, Teacher Zheng."

Teacher Zheng smiled and teased: "Oh, the young man is very handsome, fiancé? Are you two getting married soon?"

The title of fiancé is not suitable for couples in love.

Zhong Tingyue admitted generously: "Yes."

"That's great." Hearing this, Teacher Zheng was happy for this student.

The three of them walked side by side, and Teacher Zheng and Zhong Tingyue talked about their past and experiences in college.

"What are you doing now?"

"After graduation, I entered the interior design industry. After years of hard work, I opened my own studio and made a living."

"Great!" Teacher Zheng gave a thumbs up.

She naturally knew the difficulties of opening a studio in Shanghai, and there were many inhumane things.

Teacher Zheng continued: "Sure enough, a piece of gold will shine wherever it is. Teacher Wu was too stubborn at the beginning."

Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue's eyebrows became more worried. After a few seconds of silence, he asked: "How is Teacher Wu now?"

"Gone."

"Where did she go? She is almost 82 years old this year..." Zhong Tingyue asked subconsciously, but before she finished speaking, the rest of the words were stuck in her throat, and then she asked in an unbelievable voice, "Gone..."

"Yes, she passed away." Teacher Zheng nodded generously, "She left at the beginning of this year. She had a sudden heart attack and left in a hurry."

After this, the two fell silent.

Chu Fang looked at his fiancée. She was always calm but now she was in a very complicated mood, surprised, sad, regretful, unbelievable...

Even when she met Zhou Yahan by chance, Zhong Tingyue's emotions were not so complicated.

Teacher Zheng smiled: "Hey, don't be so sad. Teacher Wu left without suffering any pain. It was a happy funeral."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her rosy lips: "Where is Teacher Wu's tomb? I'll go see her."

Teacher Zheng told her the location of Teacher Wu's tomb. When they reached the fork in the road, a middle-aged man waved to the few people, and Teacher Zheng waved back.

"My husband is here. I'll go first. You guys take your time." Teacher Zheng smiled and said to Chu Fang, "Nice to meet you. Handsome boy, you must treat Zhong well. She has many suitors."

Then he said to Zhong Tingyue, "Don't think too much. Teacher Wu has her own ideas. You have your own way. People are born to live for themselves. It's best if you are happy."

After that, Teacher Zheng walked towards her husband and the two left arm in arm.

"Is that Zhong Tingyue?" Teacher Zheng's husband asked.

"Yes." Teacher Zheng was not surprised that her husband knew her student, and it was Zhong Tingyue, "She is still as beautiful and elegant as before."

"What about the boy?"

"It's her fiancé."

"Are you getting married soon?" Teacher Zheng's husband raised his eyebrows, shook his head and nodded.

"What do you mean by this?"

"There were so many boys pursuing her, but she kept saying that she had no feelings for them. Now she has a fiancé just a few years after graduation, and this fiancé is so young and handsome. You women are like this. You say you have no feelings, but you actually look at the boy's appearance."

Teacher Zheng's husband explained, "Appearance is justice. In the end, this is a world that values ​​appearance, and Zhong Tingyue is no exception."

"If you don't look at the face, what do you look at? The heart?" Teacher Zheng retorted to her husband, "And don't underestimate people. Zhong Tingyue's fiancé is not simple."

"I have been teaching for so many years and I am also a senior executive in the company. I can say that I am knowledgeable and have seen countless people. Chu Fang has an extraordinary temperament, just like the chairman of our company. He has a feeling of not showing his color even if Mount Tai collapses."

University teachers not only teach and educate people, but are also senior executives of many companies, and even the chairman of listed companies.

For ordinary college students, university teachers are a ceiling that they can never reach in their lifetime.

You ignore me in school, and I make you unable to reach me outside of school.

Taoism says, don't be too arrogant.

The chairman of the company makes Mr. Zheng feel more recognizable and more oppressive, while Chu Fang's temperament is softer, like a spring breeze, but Teacher Zheng's inner intuition tells her that Chu Fang is more powerful.

Just now, she chatted with Zhong Tingyue and didn't pay attention to Chu Fang, but the latter didn't change her mood, still smiled, and listened quietly to the chat between the two.

"Young people nowadays are really powerful."

... ...

Chu Fang asked: "Go to Teacher Wu's mausoleum?"

Zhong Tingyue nodded: "Yes."

The two left the school and drove to the Mausoleum in Modu. When they came here, they bought some candles, paper money and the like.

When she came to the tombstone, Chu Fang looked at the photo on it. A white-haired old lady, with a bun and a smiling face, seemed to be an artist from the Republic of China.

Wu Xiu, a very simple name.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, as if she had something difficult to say in her heart, which eventually turned into a deep sigh: "Teacher Wu, I'm sorry, I failed your hope."

After paying tribute to Teacher Wu, the two left. It was already time to get off work, and they did not return to the studio, but went straight home.

The roads in the Magic City were still congested.

Taking advantage of the traffic jam, Chu Fang said: "Ms. Zhong, you didn't plan to say anything?"

"You want to know?"

"Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I'll just listen to a story and have some fun."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at him: "Can't you see that I'm very unhappy?"

"I can see it, but your sadness is fun for me."

Everything in the world follows the law of conservation of energy.

How long a car runs consumes how much oil, how long a mobile phone lasts depends on how much electricity it uses, and when one person is sad, someone else is happy.

When Zhong Tingyue is sad, Chu Fang is quite happy.

However, there is an exception to the law of conservation of energy, that is... ...licking dogs!

A licker will always lick a person. A licker does not need to get energy from the outside world to lick the person he likes.

A licker can comfort himself, get energy from himself, and then lick the person he likes without the need for external interaction.

It's simply invincible!

Zhong Tingyue raised her thumbs with both hands, then poked them down a few times: "I despise you."

She looked at the sky, as if she was lost in memories, and slowly said: "Actually, there is nothing to say."

"Teacher Wu is a school teacher. She is very good and has a reputation in the industry. Even when she reached retirement age, she was still engaged in education."

"And I was her student at the time. My art level was not bad, and my works were acceptable. I entered this major hoping to design interior houses, while Teacher Wu hoped that I would go in the direction of art and draw excellent works for exhibitions."

"There was a conflict between us. After graduating from college, we didn't see each other again. I didn't expect... ...to leave like this."

Chu Fang asked: "Do you regret it?"

"No." Zhong Tingyue shook her head, "I have never regretted it from beginning to end. Interior design is what I want to do, and even in the current sluggish real estate market, it is still brighter than simply taking the path of art."

Interior design can not only satisfy her wishes, but also make money. She has never regretted it.

"I just..." Zhong Tingyue said halfway and exhaled, "I just... have some regrets."

Chu Fang: "..."

Isn't that regret?

Sister, why are you being so stubborn?

"It's not what you think."

Zhong Tingyue knew what her fiancé was thinking and explained, "Before graduating from college, Teacher Wu wanted me to paint a work and put my heart and soul into it as a gift."

"And I agreed to her, but I had just graduated and was so busy that I didn't have any free time to paint. I kept putting it off, and I forgot about it until today."

Speaking of this, Zhong Tingyue's eyes were complicated, with an unspeakable regret.

Chu Fang thought for a moment and said directly: "It is indeed your fault. You have promised them."

"So I feel bad." Zhong Tingyue exhaled, "If you hadn't agreed, it would have been better."

"Why didn't you just paint it yourself?"

"I don't want to paint. Besides, I am just an ordinary person. I eat rice and white noodles and wear ordinary clothes. I don't understand those things related to art. Those are too far away from me."

"..."

The car drove along the road and listened. It took more than an hour to return to the Epiphyllum Community.

Late at night, it was gloomy tonight, and the clouds covered the bright moon.

Zhong Tingyue looked at the sky, and her eyelids could not close for a long time.

... ...

The next morning, Chu Fang got up and was startled.

I saw Zhong Tingyue sitting on a small stool with aThe drawing board was surrounded by various kinds of paints, and her beautiful face and clothes were stained with paint.

He asked, "Ms. Zhong, what are you doing?"

"I decided to paint the best work of my life. I must complete what I promised and cannot break my promise to Teacher Wu." Zhong Tingyue answered without looking back.

"... ..., is it possible that Teacher Wu has left? You have broken your promise to Teacher Wu."

Zhong Tingyue asked, "Isn't justice delayed justice?"

"Nonsense!" Chu Fang rolled his eyes, "If justice cannot bring criminals to justice at the moment they commit crimes, what kind of justice is that?"

Seeing the cold eyes of his fiancée, he changed his words and said, "Okay, that's justice, Zhong Tingyue, you are right."

"Do you really support me?"

"Of course."

This sentence is what Chu Fang said in his heart. He supports Zhong Tingyue. Although this method is useless, it is still good to comfort his heart.

"Okay, I'm going to stay in seclusion for a few days, and I'll leave the studio's affairs to you."

Chu Fang slapped himself in the face.

Damn!

Chu Fang, are you sick?

... ...

Zhong Tingyue was in seclusion at home, and Chu Fang could only go to the studio to work.

"Eh? Why are you alone today? Where's Sister Zhong?" Jiang Wenzhen asked.

Chu Fang replied: "I'm pregnant, and I'm staying at home to take care of the baby."

Not long after, the news of Zhong Tingyue's pregnancy spread throughout the studio, and many colleagues talked about it. After various arguments, information collection, and data verification, many colleagues came to the conclusion:

The boss is really pregnant.

This is not a guess, but normal logic.

First, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue have been living together for a long time.

Second, the two must be engaged.

Third, Chu Fang actually came to work alone? Such a lazy person came to work?

This is the most critical information.

Chu Fang entered Zhong Tingyue's office and sat on the chair. He could still smell the unique fragrance of that woman.

The desk was full of documents. He sighed: "I don't care about my company worth hundreds of millions, but I come to manage your studio."

"I'm just a slut!"

But there's nothing he can do. Who says Zhong Tingyue is his future wife?

Chu Fang began to take over Zhong Tingyue's work. He handed over the painting composition and other things to his employees, and he was responsible for business entertainment, which he was good at.

... ...