A life of financial freedom

With a heavy heart, Zhong Tingyue returned home. The house was dark. "Huh? Why are the lights off? Could it be that Mr. Chu isn't home yet?"

Just then, a stick whistled through the air. "Which mountain's female ghost are you? How dare you break into this old monk's room! Today, I shall act on behalf of Heaven, vanquish demons, and take you, female ghost!"

The room lights turned on, revealing Chu Fang wearing a magnolia-colored kasaya, holding a stick in one hand against Zhong Tingyue's neck. His other hand was raised in a single palm, chanting Buddhist scriptures:

"Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high. This old monk holds onto his integrity, encountering a beautiful female ghost. What a loss!"

Zhong Tingyue: "..."

This is my incredibly powerful Mr. Chu.

Is my dear Mr. Chu capable of dealing with Ye Zhijie?

Zhong Tingyue began to doubt.

Chu Fang finished reciting the Buddhist scriptures and opened his eyes. "Female ghost, how dare you ruin my Dao heart!"

Zhong Tingyue took off her coat. "How did I ruin your Dao heart?"

"In my heart, you're utterly miserable. You're trying to gain my sympathy by acting pitiful, hoping I'll let you go."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at Chu Fang and then entered the bathroom. Chu Fang had intended to go in with her, but the door blocked him. He didn't mind, leaning against the bathroom door and saying, "Ms. Zhong, how was the class reunion tonight?"

"Not bad."

"Did you run into your ex-boyfriend?"

"Yes, I did."

"What?!"

"Hehe..."

Late at night, moonlight filtered into the bedroom.

"Ms. Zhong."

"Mm."

"You seem to have something on your mind."

"No, why do you say that?"

"You seem to be getting 'richer' and 'richer'. Is it that your worries are fueling your 'wealth'?"

Zhong Tingyue slapped away his hand.

Chu Fang pouted. "It's a pity you're not generous."

In this day and age, wealthy and generous women are rare.

What's wrong with the world?

... ...

As September arrived, Chu Fang began to get busy because he was getting married in a month, and there were many things to take care of.

One day, Chu Fang arrived at the wedding planning company early in the morning, and the store manager greeted him enthusiastically.

"Sir, what are your thoughts on your wedding?"

Chu Fang replied, "Grand yet simple, traditional yet innovative."

This was the theme he had been pondering for a long time for his wedding.

A grand and magnificent wedding was a must, after all, people only get married once in their lives. However, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue were relatively low-key and didn't want to make it known to the world.

On the other hand, they were both quite traditional and agreed with Chinese-style weddings, but they also hoped to add color to the Chinese-style wedding to make it more fashionable.

The store manager didn't answer directly but asked, "Your budget..."

Chu Fang replied, "Money is not a problem."

The store manager craned his neck and asked cautiously, "The problem is no money?"

"Did I say the latter part?"

The store manager immediately understood that he had met a rich guy.

He didn't care how much money was spent, he just wanted a beautiful wedding.

"Can you do it?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." After speaking, Chu Fang left the wedding planning company, tapping his forehead before leaving, "Oh right, I don't want that kind of gratitude ceremony at the wedding, it's too awkward."

Chu Fang had attended many weddings and disliked the most the part where both the bride and groom and their parents were on stage expressing gratitude and crying.

He found it quite awkward.

The audience below was thinking about when dinner would be served, while the bride and groom on stage were weeping, and the two sides were not on the same page. The audience below had to applaud and cheer, and the bride and groom on stage thought that the wedding had received many blessings.

It was all quite hypocritical.

"Understood!"

The store manager sent him to the door, looking at Chu Fang's back, which had now turned into walking money in her eyes.

"My money, my money, I'm going to get rich."

"The store manager is crazy," the receptionist thought.

... ...

Actually, Zhong Tingyue didn't want to make the wedding too big. She didn't care about these things, but Chu Fang persuaded her that life is only one wedding after all, and try to make it beautiful, so that when you think back to the wedding when you are old, you can get comfort.

As soon as Chu Fang got into the car, a strange phone call came in. He answered the phone, and a voice came from the other side: "Hello."

Chu Fang directly replied, "I'm not good, can you say sorry to me?"

"Sorry."

"I'm also sorry to you."

The other side was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

"Because... I'm going to hang up on you."

After speaking, Chu Fang hung up the phone, feeling a little toothache: "How is my information spreading everywhere, and people are calling me every day."

"Was it spread out when buying express delivery?"

"In the future, when I buy things online, I'll fill in Zhong Tingyue's phone number."

A few days ago, Chu Fang also received a small loan overdue call, saying that he was someone's emergency contact.

At that time, Chu Fang had nothing to do, and chatted with the debt collection brother for more than two hours. Chu Fang said that he had nothing to do with the person who was overdue on the loan, and finally the debt collection brother went crazy.

Then he began to 'confront' Chu Fang again. The two of them confronted each other for half an hour, and the debt collection brother concluded that Chu Fang was sick. Seriously ill.

Chu Fang was about to drive when he saw someone sending a message, it was the person who called just now, the message said: I am Zhong Tingyue's university classmate, can we meet?