A life of financial freedom

In the studio, Jiang Wenzhen was sprawled lazily at her workstation.

Seeing Chu Fang enter, Jiang Wenzhen immediately perked up, drawling, "Brother Chu~~~"

Chu Fang wrote a character on her desk and asked Jiang Wenzhen, "What's this character read?"

Looking at the character on the desk, Jiang Wenzhen was clearly stunned. If it were before, she would have thought Chu Fang was definitely playing a prank on her, but considering that Chu Fang had been trying to quit his bad habits recently, there must be a deeper meaning.

Jiang Wenzhen read, "Dad?"

"Yep," Chu Fang answered smoothly.

"Chu Fang, you!" Jiang Wenzhen immediately lost it. "Haven't you been trying to quit your bad habits recently?"

"I'm not quitting," Chu Fang replied, then looked deeply at Jiang Wenzhen. "I remember the deception and scheming you did to me yesterday, and I will retaliate in full."

BYD, spending hundreds of thousands on a meal was a small matter, but being pranked by Jiang Wenzhen was something he couldn't accept.

If I don't retaliate, I'm not Chu!

Chu Fang was too lazy to bother with Jiang Wenzhen and went straight into Zhong Tingyue's office. Zhong Tingyue was in a meeting and was surprised to see him. "Didn't I tell you to rest? Why are you here?"

Chu Fang: "I missed you."

Instantly, the atmosphere in the office became strange. Several colleagues in the meeting looked at each other, silently left the office, and closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, the colleagues began to whisper. One of the boys said affectionately, "I missed you."

Another girl pinched her orchid fingers and said, "Oh, you rascal, I missed you too."

With a few words, they acted out the state between them, and the studio became a bit more lively.

... ...

Chu Fang arrived at the studio at a little after five o'clock. After sitting for a while, it was time to get off work. Seeing that it was time to leave, he immediately pulled Zhong Tingyue out of the studio.

Jiang Wenzhen frowned as she watched Chu Fang's departing figure.

"Bad news."

"What's wrong?" Cai Guan asked.

"That cheapskate Chu Fang is back." Today, Jiang Wenzhen smelled the cheapskate vibe from Chu Fang.

"Chu Fang said he remembers me pranking him yesterday and wants to retaliate. No, I can't just be retaliated against like this. I need to think of a way to resist Chu Fang's revenge."

Cai Guan looked at the studio entrance and smiled softly.

... ...

Chu Fang pulled Zhong Tingyue out of the studio and drove to a Western restaurant on the Bund in Shanghai instead of going home. The magnificent decoration, burning candles, and soft music... ... were extremely romantic.

Chu Fang snapped his fingers, and a waiter came over. He said, "I want your most romantic set menu."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The waiter went down and soon brought up the Western dishes: Wellington steak, sausage Italian baked eggs, garlic butter shrimp, standard Western fare.

Chu Fang looked around. "Bring up your most expensive red wine."

The waiter said softly, "That red wine is 150,000... ..."

"The price doesn't matter, just bring it up."

The waiter instantly understood that this was a rich guy who only cared about the feeling and not the price, so he went to get the restaurant's red wine. When the red wine came up, they even included a violinist.

Chu Fang motioned for them to leave, then opened the red wine bottle and poured two glasses of red wine.

The red wine glasses clinked, making a crisp sound.

Chu Fang took a sip of the red wine. "This stuff doesn't taste good at all."

"Then why did you buy it?" Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes.

"I want to, can't I?" Chu Fang retorted.

Zhong Tingyue chose to change the subject. "Mr. Chu seems to be very happy today."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it's written all over your face."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Chu Fang's face. "Today, I finally figured out some things."

Zhong Tingyue asked the waiter for a pair of chopsticks to eat.

As a Chinese person, she could never get the hang of Western dining etiquette. She couldn't use forks and knives smoothly, so every time she went to a Western restaurant, she would always ask for a pair of chopsticks.

Although she often received strange looks, she thought it was quite good, comfortable and at ease.

Zhong Tingyue ate while speaking, "Some things?"

"Yes," Chu Fang nodded. "I seem to have been too hung up on the child issue. On the one hand, I've been thinking too much and too far ahead, but none of us can guess whether the sun will rise tomorrow. Thinking too much and too far ahead is not realistic."

Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

Chu Fang deeply felt that he had been thinking too far ahead, which had bound him and prevented him from acting.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips. "What about the other hand?"

"Um... ..." Chu Fang touched his chin. "On the other hand, no one is born knowing how to raise children. They all learn and delve into it little by little after becoming parents, and then they understand how to take care of children, communicate with them, and teach them correct thinking."

"I haven't even become a father yet, so how can I talk about things like care and education."

Today's encounter with Xue'er and her mother made him feel most strongly that his good or bad is not evaluated by himself, but spoken by the child.

That charming mature woman felt that she was not a good mother, but in Xue'er's eyes, she was the best mother in the world.

Chu Fang spoke his mind, then looked at his wife. "Ms. Zhong, am I right?"

"Yes, Mr. Chu's words are incomparably correct," Zhong Tingyue nodded.

"Let's have a toast."

Clink!

The glasses made a crisp sound.

Chu Fang felt particularly comfortable, finally resolving the knot in his heart. He stared at Zhong Tingyue without blinking. "Ms. Zhong."

"What's wrong?" Zhong Tingyue raised her eyebrows.

"You are so beautiful."

Today, Zhong Tingyue wore a soft cotton and linen shirt on her upper body. The color was elegant, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing her collarbone just right, without being too revealing, but adding a bit of lightness.

Her lower body was a knee-length cotton skirt, and she wore a pair of flat sandals, perhaps with small floral patterns dotted on the uppers, a bit of freedom and a bit of casualness.

Zhong Tingyue wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth and pulled Chu Fang. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"To have a baby."

"Eh?" As soon as these words came out, Chu Fang was a little 'numb'. "So fast? Don't we need to wait? Should we do some mental preparation first?"

"You've been doing mental preparation for so long, still preparing?"

"Then you don't need to prepare?"

"No need," Zhong Tingyue waved her hand. "I've thought it through a long time ago. Why should I care about the child's opinion? The one who will spend the rest of my life with me is Mr. Chu, not the child. Your thoughts are my thoughts, and your answer is my answer."

Chu Fang thought.

This woman is so easy, pushing all the difficulties to him, and she doesn't have to use her brain at all.

Then Chu Fang pulled Zhong Tingyue and strode out, intending to leave the Western restaurant, but as soon as they left the restaurant, they were stopped by the waiter. "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet."

Chu Fang: "... ..."

He then paid the bill, hailed a taxi, left the place, and rushed back to the community with lightning speed.

"Little Chu... ..." The security guard wanted to speak when he saw Chu Fang.

But Chu Fang interrupted him immediately. "Grandpa, shut up, or I'll tell Grandma that you secretly liked those girls who show too much skin."

Uncle Security Guard: "... ..."