A life of financial freedom

Deep into the night, nearing dawn, Chu Fang was fast asleep, his mind immersed in a dream where he was marrying Zhong Tingyue.

Just as he was about to put the ring on Zhong Tingyue's finger, she suddenly said seriously, "Chu Fang, I can't marry you."

"Why?"

"Because... I like another man. Every time you fall asleep, I secretly go out to meet him."

These words instantly pulled Chu Fang from his dream back to reality.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Damn it! What a nightmare."

Chu Fang looked around and saw he was alone in the bed; Zhong Tingyue was gone.

Chu Fang: "!!!"

Wait, where did that woman, Zhong Tingyue, go?

How did she disappear?

Could the dream have been real?

What the heck!

He jumped up, and as soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Zhong Tingyue kneading dough.

Zhong Tingyue saw him too and said, "Mr. Chu, you're awake. Was I making too much noise? Why are you covered in sweat?"

The dream and reality are opposite... Chu Fang slowly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Ms. Zhong, why aren't you sleeping so late at night? What are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I got up to knead dough. We'll have noodles for breakfast tomorrow morning."

And so, Zhong Tingyue kneaded the dough, and Chu Fang watched her, both remaining silent, the house quiet.

After kneading the dough, Zhong Tingyue frowned slightly; "But what if I still can't sleep?"

Chu Fang's eyes widened: "I can't sleep either."

"Why are you also having insomnia?"

"Isn't it because of you!"

"What does it have to do with me?" Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, which was quite charming.

"You're about to make me wear a green hat; how can I sleep?"

Zhong Tingyue knew why her man had woken up in the middle of the night and was so energetic; it turned out to be because of this.

She pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth curving: "Mr. Chu, is the rival in your dream handsome?"

The corners of Chu Fang's mouth twitched.

At two in the morning, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue stared at each other with wide eyes, both night owls.

Chu Fang was silent for a few seconds: "Want to go eat hot pot?"

"Let's go."

Then the two left home, and because they were so energetic, they specifically chose a hot pot restaurant that still had a line late at night.

It wasn't that other hot pot restaurants weren't open, nor was it because this hot pot restaurant tasted particularly good, but simply because they wanted to wait in line.

The two sat outside the hot pot restaurant, the wind blowing gently, Chu Fang looked at Zhong Tingyue: "Ms. Zhong, you're really a pervert."

"Likewise."

It must be said that Shanghai's nightlife is rich and bustling. At two in the morning, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue considered themselves perverts for waiting in line to eat hot pot, but there was a group of perverts here who had the same idea as them.

After waiting for about half an hour, it was their turn. The two entered the restaurant, sat down to eat hot pot, and ordered many dishes: tripe, duck intestines, fatty beef...

Just as the two were happily eating, a familiar voice suddenly came from the next table. Chu Fang immediately recognized it as belonging to Ma Junjie's girlfriend, Qi Lan, and her best friend, Zhao Yuejia. There seemed to be other girls as well.

Because the tables in this hot pot restaurant were separated, they couldn't see each other, only hear the voices.

"Lanlan, I heard you have a boyfriend. Does that mean you won't be able to hang out with us anymore?" a delicate girl said.

Qi Lan replied, "Ma Junjie and I are just playing around. I just want to use his network of resources to meet more rich people and pave the way for my future, instead of hanging myself on one tree."

"So, have you met any rich people?"

Zhao Yuejia spoke for her sister: "Of course, she has. Yesterday, she met a super handsome rich man who drove a Bentley. I checked that Bentley; guess how much it costs? Six million three hundred thousand."

As soon as these words came out, there were sounds of surprise around.

The group of girls next door chatted excitedly. Chu Fang, who was originally eating happily, suddenly found the delicious hot pot tasteless.

Zhong Tingyue noticed the change in Chu Fang's mood and asked, "Mr. Chu, what's wrong?"

Chu Fang's heart was filled with mixed feelings: "Ma Junjie is suffering."

Ma Junjie is a very upright person who always thinks of others and ignores his own ideas, but such an upright person doesn't get good returns.

After working in Shanghai for so many years, he lost his house; the company belongs to Chu Fang, and he still works under Chu Fang; the girl he likes has no feelings for him, and the girlfriend he finally found seems to have ulterior motives.

Zhong Tingyue also sighed when she learned that the next table was Ma Junjie's girlfriend.

"So, what do we do next?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

Chu Fang shrugged: "I don't know, but I know we need to leave quickly."

"Why?"

"They're about to leave, and I want to see where they're going."

Zhong Tingyue hesitated: "But..."

"But what?"

"But, I still want to eat hot pot."

Chu Fang: "..."

My big gluttonous wife.

Chu Fang snapped his fingers, signaling the waiter to pack up the cooked dishes, and then the two quietly followed behind Qi Lan and her group.

Zhong Tingyue ate the packed hot pot while being somewhat excited.

"Mr. Chu."

"Hmm."

"We're like spies, doing detective work."

"Shut up."

Before long, Chu Fang and the two followed Qi Lan's group to a bar. It was three in the morning, the busiest time for the bar.

Qi Lan's group of girls entered the bar and started drinking. Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue found a hidden corner and watched Qi Lan.

He saw that Qi Lan was completely unlike her simple and elegant dress from yesterday. Now she was wearing hot shorts, with her hair disheveled, completely the image of a gold digger.

More importantly, she was still wearing those black-rimmed glasses.

Yesterday, those black-rimmed glasses made Qi Lan look gentle, but now the black-rimmed glasses added a bit of contrast.

Chu Fang had to admit to a widely circulated saying: Girls who wear glasses are not easy to deal with.

Seeing Qi Lan's group of girls eating, drinking, and making noise, and there were also boys coming to chat with them, they didn't refuse.

Just then, a handsome boy walked past, and Chu Fang snapped his fingers.

The handsome boy saw that it was Chu Fang, and was stunned for a few seconds, and said quietly; "It's not that I'm not a bro, I'm a male and I like females."

This handsome boy admitted that Chu Fang was also very handsome, but handsomeness cannot transcend gender.

Chu Fang pointed to Qi Lan and said, "Can you get that girl?"

"Of course, I can."

"Fifty thousand yuan, if you get that girl, I'll give you fifty thousand yuan."

The handsome man's eyes lit up when he heard the amount: "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Watch me."

Then the handsome boy left here and went towards Qi Lan's group of girls.

In Chu Fang's eyes, the handsome boy was holding a wine glass, very elegant, and chatted with those girls for a few words, and soon kissed Qi Lan.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue looked at each other.