A life of financial freedom

Chu Fang sat in the car, frowning slightly.

Why was Zhong Tingyue looking for him?

He pondered for a few seconds, then turned the steering wheel and headed to the location.

Soon, he arrived at a Starbucks, which was full of people. He scanned the surroundings.

"Hello," a voice sounded behind him.

"Hello," Chu Fang responded softly.

Clearly, the voice belonged to the person who had contacted him earlier.

Chu Fang turned around and saw a man in a suit with a buzz cut, a scar above his eyebrow, and a smirk on his face.

"My name is Ye Zhijie. I think Zhong Tingyue mentioned me to you," Ye Zhijie said, with one hand in his pocket.

Chu Fang paused for less than a second before replying, "Actually, she didn't."

Ye Zhijie's eyes showed obvious surprise. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, "Interesting, very interesting indeed."

Ye Zhijie gestured for Chu Fang to sit down, snapped his fingers, and told the waiter to bring two coffees.

Chu Fang cut straight to the chase, "What do you want from me?"

"I have a small request that I hope you can grant."

"Go ahead."

"I hope you can leave Zhong Tingyue."

Chu Fang was silent, then asked softly, "Am I your dad?"

As soon as he said that, he knew this person didn't come with good intentions, so he didn't bother being polite.

Even if Chu's parents made such a request, he might not consider it, let alone a stranger.

"Zhong Tingyue is my ex-girlfriend," Ye Zhijie revealed a shocking piece of information.

Then Ye Zhijie took out his phone, opened the photo album, and showed Chu Fang several screenshots, which were all chat logs. The IDs clearly marked 'Ye Zhijie' and 'Zhong Tingyue,' and the chats were very ambiguous.

The waiter brought two cups of coffee, and Ye Zhijie crossed his legs, sipping elegantly.

Chu Fang flipped through the album and then said, "Has anyone ever told you something?"

"What?"

"Chat logs don't count as evidence!"

The moment he opened the screenshot, he knew these chat logs were fake, fabricated, because the chat logs were too ambiguous. Ms. Zhong could never say such ambiguous things.

Ye Zhijie suddenly smiled, "I can't fool you, after all."

"What do you mean?" Chu Fang put down his phone and asked.

"It doesn't mean anything else." Ye Zhijie sat up straight. "Because of Zhong Tingyue, I spent eight years in prison."

"So you want to get revenge on her?"

"Yes." Ye Zhijie was very honest, not at all hiding his thoughts and actions. "I want her to be alone, her husband to leave her, her parents to treat her as an enemy, her friends to stop contacting her..."

At first, Chu Fang was a little anxious. Out of nowhere, a strange man appeared and claimed to be Zhong Tingyue's boyfriend, as if he didn't exist.

But gradually, Chu Fang became much calmer. Hearing these words, he even laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Zhijie's face darkened.

"Laughing at you for being an idiot."

Chu Fang didn't want to talk to him anymore. He stood up and left Starbucks. Ye Zhijie stared at Chu Fang's back, his face so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.

Ye Zhijie snapped his fingers, "Check, please."

"Hello, that will be 4,200 yuan."

"???"

The waiter bowed slightly, "Your friend just ordered several hundred cups of coffee and said you would pay for them."

Ye Zhijie clenched his fists, veins popping out. The waiter felt a great threat, as if someone was choking her neck.

"Pay the bill."

It wasn't until Ye Zhijie left Starbucks that the waiter slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Her back was wet with sweat, and she felt a little cold.

... ...

Chu Fang drove slowly down the street, his thoughts racing.

"Who is Ye Zhijie?"

"Why is he spreading rumors?"

"And why did he say he went to prison for eight years because of Ms. Zhong?"

"Why has Ms. Zhong never mentioned this to me?"

"... ..."

At this moment, his mind was in a whirl, a tangled mess.

"Forget it, I won't guess anymore. I'll just go back and ask Ms. Zhong directly." His head ached from thinking, so Chu Fang abandoned those wild thoughts.

To avoid making trouble for himself.

His thoughts returned to the real world. He revved the engine, preparing to increase his speed, when suddenly a strong impact came from behind. His body lurched forward, the seat belt tightened, instantly constricting his body.

Bang!

Then he heard a heavy sound.

Chu Fang thought it was a normal rear-end collision, but after getting out of the car, he realized... it wasn't normal.

Because the person who rear-ended him was Ye Zhijie, whom he had just met.

Ye Zhijie got out of the car, with a faint apology on his face, and said casually, "Sorry, are you okay?"

"Thanks to you, I'm fine."

"That's... great."

"Indeed!"

After a while, the traffic police arrived. Ye Zhijie said that he had unconsciously rear-ended the car while driving.

Based on all the information and evidence, the traffic police determined that this was a normal rear-end accident.

But Chu Fang firmly disagreed with the traffic police's judgment and insisted that this was a deliberate attempted murder case.

The two sides held different views and argued endlessly, eventually ending up at the traffic police brigade.

Chu Fang's team of lawyers arrived, and he asked, "Can we sue him for murder?"

The senior lawyer shook his head, "No. Ye Zhijie insists that he was driving carelessly, and there is no evidence to prove that Ye Zhijie has murderous intentions."

If a rear-end collision was considered attempted murder, how many people would have to go to prison.

Chu Fang frowned, almost forming a small hill.

Hearing the lawyer's explanation, Chu Fang abandoned the idea of convicting Ye Zhijie and handed the rear-end case over to the legal team.

After a long period of negotiation, the final result was that Ye Zhijie damaged Chu Fang's car and compensated 300,000 yuan, and also compensated Chu Fang's mental damages of 500,000 yuan.

This was the maximum amount of compensation that could be demanded after discussions with the legal team.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, we have failed your trust," the senior lawyer apologized.

Chu Fang left the traffic police brigade directly. Just as he reached the door, he saw Ye Zhijie, stretching lazily towards the sky.

Ye Zhijie also saw him, with a smile on his face, "Just a normal rear-end collision, and you actually charged me 800,000 yuan. You're really something."

"Can't you give me a discount for being classmates with Zhong Tingyue? It seems Zhong Tingyue doesn't have much status with you."

"Is your life worth 800,000 yuan?" Chu Fang asked.

"My house was demolished, so I think my life is worth tens of millions."

"Too little," Chu Fang shook his head, "I value your life at ten billion."

"Am I worth that much money?"

"You are worth it. I'll take out ten billion to play with you, and see how long you can play."

Hearing this, Ye Zhijie patted his chest, acting scared, "Wow, are you threatening me? I'm so scared, Officer, someone is threatening me."

The police officer next to him appropriately warned Chu Fang, who stared deeply at Ye Zhijie, engraving his face in his mind, and then left the traffic police brigade.

Ye Zhijie watched Chu Fang leave, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, "Ten billion, he's really rich."

"But what if he's rich? He's still just a piece of trash."