A life of financial freedom

Chu Fang tilted his head: "Do I look good?"

"Very good," Zhong Tingyue said, sitting beside him and looking at the white paper. "Mr. Chu, could you introduce it?"

Chu Fang immediately began explaining, "This is an analysis method I've painstakingly researched. It primarily analyzes whether a person is fit to be a parent, listing all their strengths and weaknesses, and assigning scores to each. Strengths are positive, weaknesses are negative, on a scale of ten."

"Then, the scores are tallied up, added and subtracted. A positive number means they are suitable to be parents, and a negative number means they are not."

Today, Chu Fang had consulted Xiang Hui about matters concerning children. Although he didn't get a direct answer, it greatly inspired him.

The word 'suitable' particularly enlightened him.

In Chu Fang's view, 'suitable' is a state of being appropriate and fitting, a comprehensive analysis of subjective and objective conditions, strengths and weaknesses.

After listening, Zhong Tingyue raised her beautiful eyebrows and said, "Mr. Chu, you're amazing."

This was genuine.

While she was still clueless, Chu Fang had already started to find solutions.

"Of course!" Chu Fang raised his chin.

Then, Chu Fang began to complete the 'Suitability Analysis Method', starting with his own advantages in having children: "In this regard, I have too many advantages. Handsome and dashing, if a child inherits my looks, they'll be absolutely irresistible and unmatched. Score... hmm, seven points."

This was an extremely serious analysis, so even though Chu Fang was being frivolous, spouting all sorts of narcissistic remarks, he was quite rigorous in scoring himself.

"Next is intelligence. I only got into a 211 university, so honestly, my IQ isn't that high, six points."

Chu Fang then filled in his advantages, assigning scores meticulously.

After writing many advantages, he wrote the last one: "Wealth, 10 points!"

"Oh, Mr. Chu is so confident," Zhong Tingyue said with a smile.

When writing the previous advantages, Chu Fang had been conservative with his scores, but he was so confident in this area.

Chu Fang raised his chin: "You gold-digging woman, you can't even imagine how much money I have."

He calculated carefully. Ten million a day, which is thirty-six billion a year, three hundred and sixty billion in ten years, and three trillion six hundred billion in a hundred years, and that doesn't even include the growth of various assets.

So, he can guarantee that his child will not be lacking in material things.

After writing the advantages, Chu Fang began to write his disadvantages: "Mentality, easily ignited and explosive. I often argue with teammates when playing games. Can I really handle children? Doubtful! Negative five points; Emotional intelligence, I'm actually not very high in emotional intelligence, and I often offend people, but they're afraid of me, so they don't hold it against me, negative eight points..."

He analyzed his advantages and disadvantages, assigned scores, and then added and subtracted to get the number: -15.

Chu Fang suddenly fell silent.

This number was not what he wanted. He hoped it would be a positive number, even if it was just one point, so he could reassure himself that he could be a good father.

But now the result was negative.

"Mr. Chu..." Zhong Tingyue squeezed her husband's hand, her voice gentle.

"I want to sleep," Chu Fang said, walking into the bedroom and wrapping himself tightly in the blanket, unwilling to communicate with the outside world.

"Sigh!" Zhong Tingyue sighed, not knowing how to comfort her husband for a moment.

She turned around, looked at the 'Suitability Analysis Method', at the vigorous and elegant handwriting, and the final score, and said softly, "Mr. Chu, in my heart, you are perfect."

Night fell, and a gentle breeze blew outside.

"Yo-ho, I'm back," Zhong Rou's voice was still as cheerful as ever, as if she never had any sad things.

"Keep it down," Zhong Tingyue said.

"Oh." Zhong Rou then acted like a thief, tiptoeing and whispering, "Sis, where's my brother-in-law?"

"Sleeping, don't disturb him."

"Why is he sleeping..." Zhong Rou said, "I was thinking of having a fun and simple game of Gobang with him."

The Gobang between Chu Fang and Zhong Rou is not ordinary Gobang, but a simulated battle between two AIs. To put it bluntly, Gobang doesn't depend on who has better skills, but on whose technology is stronger.

Zhong Tingyue sat outside for a while, then entered the bedroom, lifted the quilt, and was met with Chu Fang's aggrieved face, staring at her with wide eyes.

Seeing her husband's face, Zhong Tingyue's pretty face showed a flower-like smile.

"What are you smiling at!"

"Is it that serious?"

"It is!" Chu Fang sat up. "I can't be a good father."

"You haven't even become a father yet, so how can you say you can't be a good father?" Zhong Tingyue said, massaging Chu Fang's shoulders.

"Numbers don't lie, I got a negative number."

Zhong Tingyue comforted Chu Fang, but the latter still felt depressed. He felt like he was a waste.

"Sigh!" Seeing her husband lie down again, Zhong Tingyue really didn't know what to do.