A life of financial freedom

Inside the club.

While technician Hui'er was giving a foot massage, Chu Fang asked, "Have you been here long?"

"Mm."

"Why did you come here?"

"Need money."

Chu Fang chatted with Hui'er for a few simple sentences before falling silent.

When the foot massage ended, Hui'er left.

Stepping out of the room, several colleagues craned their necks, their faces full of curiosity: "How was it? How was it? Is Mr. Chu interested in you?"

Hui'er shook her head.

"What a pity." The charming Mu Mu sighed. "If Mr. Chu took a fancy to you, you'd have no worries about food and drink for the rest of your life."

"I don't want that," Hui'er refused. "Coming here already makes me feel guilty towards my boyfriend, let alone doing things that violate my morals."

"Silly girl." Xue'er poked Hui'er's forehead. "Love is ultimately an illusion. Only money is real."

Despite what the technicians said, Hui'er insisted on her decision.

Chu Fang woke up and it was already afternoon.

He stretched and asked himself, "If this continues, will I even survive?"

He barely slept all night, and his whole body felt mentally exhausted, and this was just the beginning.

With Zhong Tingyue's damned competitive spirit, she definitely wouldn't let him go until she got pregnant.

"Sigh!"

Chu Fang changed his clothes and left the club escorted by the manager.

The car turned a corner and was waiting at a red light when he happened to see Hui'er, who was sitting on the back of an electric scooter, with a young man in front.

Seeing Chu Fang, Hui'er was shocked.

"Handsome guy, nice car," the young man said, looking at Chu Fang's Bentley with a smile.

"Thank you," he nodded. "You're not bad either."

"That's right." The young man didn't look inferior at all, his tone even carrying a hint of pride. "Don't think that just because you drive a Bentley, I envy you. I have a girlfriend, while you're a single dog."

Chu Fang looked at Hui'er, whose eyes were filled with horror, shaking her head in a pleading manner.

Hui'er cherished her relationship and hoped that this Mr. Chu wouldn't reveal her identity.

Chu Fang stared at the young man: "Brother, has anyone ever told you to watch the road when you go out?"

This person's quality was too low.

Deliberately poking at his sore spot.

Watching the Bentley speed away, Hui'er breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man laughed: "Hui'er, I promise, I will definitely work hard and buy a Bentley in the future."

"Mm," Hui'er nodded. "I believe in you."

... ...

Night fell at He Yi's home.

He Yi, Zhong Tingyue, and Yang Meina were having a sisters' gathering.

The three were drinking beverages when Yang Meina slammed the table: "I want wine, give me wine."

He Yi refused: "I'm pregnant, I can't drink."

"Pregnant women can't drink, who made that rule? Is there any justice? Is there any law?" Yang Meina retorted. "Maybe the baby in your belly likes to drink too?"

"Get out of here," He Yi rolled her eyes.

Zhong Tingyue propped her chin with one hand, staring at He Yi's belly, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong? Do you owe someone money?" Yang Meina asked.

Zhong Tingyue parted her red lips slightly: "He Yi, how exactly did you get pregnant?"

All day, she hadn't been able to work seriously, her mind filled with thoughts of pregnancy.

"I just got pregnant," He Yi replied. "It took several months after Wu Di and I got married to get pregnant. It's a matter of fate. You don't need to be so anxious."

"I'm not anxious, I'm anxious about how to deal with Chu Fang's mother."

Then Zhong Tingyue told them about the conflict and struggle between herself and Chu's mother, and the bet they had made.

"Just lose if you lose," He Yi said indifferently. "You actually took that bet seriously?"

"Don't tell me you won't fight back if Chu Fang's mother targets you after you lose? That would be too cowardly."

Zhong Tingyue blinked her bright eyes: "How do you get along with your mother-in-law?"

"Fight, who's afraid of who," He Yi replied very naturally. "I even fight with my own mother, let alone my mother-in-law."

Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue felt much better.

That's right.

Just fight.

Even if she lost this time, she would still have to fight in the future.

Yang Meina put on a frightened look: "Seeing you like this, I don't even want to get married anymore."

The three chatted until late at night before leaving.

Yang Meina didn't go home, but took a taxi to a company.

"Sister-in-law is here."

"Sister Yang comes to pick up Brother Wang every night, it's really enviable."

"Does Sister-in-law have any sisters or girlfriends? Introduce me. I also want to enjoy Brother Wang's treatment."

"Yes, but one is pregnant and the other is about to get married, you have no chance," Yang Meina replied.

"The one who is pregnant doesn't count. I want to do the pregnancy thing myself. Introduce me to the one who is about to get married, maybe I have a chance," Wang Wenhao's colleague said with a smile.

Yang Meina glanced at that person: "Her fiancé is rich and handsome, and cooks great food. What do you have?"

"I have a future!"

Yang Meina: "???"

That person straightened his chest: "I have no money, but I have a direction to work hard, a bright future; I'm ugly, but ugly men are more gentle; I can't cook, but I can eat. With just these simple points, I've already surpassed the fiancé you mentioned."

Yang Meina gave a thumbs up: "You've reached the peak of shamelessness. Amazing!"

Just then, Wang Wenhao came out, and the two left the company.

Many colleagues watched the backs of the two and sighed:

"I'm quite envious of Brother Wang, having a virtuous wife pick him up from work every night."

"It's a blessing to have such a wife."

"More importantly, Sister Yang also owns a company, she's a rich woman. I wonder how Brother Wang found her?"

... ...

Yang Meina hooked her arm around Wang Wenhao's, and the two walked along the street towards home.

"Sorry for making you pick me up every night," Wang Wenhao said softly. "It's not necessary, you can rest at home."

"Hey, I'm just idle anyway," Yang Meina waved her hand.

Wang Wenhao hugged his girlfriend: "I don't know how much good fortune I accumulated in my previous life to have a girlfriend like you."

Whether from an economic perspective or appearance, Wang Wenhao was not as good as Yang Meina, but after the two decided to be together through a blind date, Yang Meina entered girlfriend mode.

"Perhaps it's also my blessing," Yang Meina said.

When Yang Meina made up her mind to date Wang Wenhao, she had already abandoned her attachment to the flashy world, for better, for worse.

As she got to know Wang Wenhao better, Yang Meina discovered many of his advantages, not wealth or appearance, but inner gentleness, willing to tolerate her, which many boys couldn't do.

Sometimes money is not so important in a relationship, what matters is whether you can meet the other person's requirements and needs.

Wang Wenhao could meet Yang Meina's needs.

She felt it was very suitable.

The two walked along the street.

Yang Meina said: "It's not a solution for you to work overtime until late every day. Why don't you change jobs, or start a company and be your own boss?"

As a programmer, Wang Wenhao had to work overtime almost every day, and sometimes he would be called back to the company by his boss to modify programs even while eating.

The work was too busy.

Wang Wenhao pondered for a moment and replied softly: "With the current internet environment, changing jobs is just changing to another company to stay up late and work overtime. As for starting a company, to be honest, I do have a project I want to do, but it needs start-up capital."

After a pause, he shook his head: "Let's wait a few years."

"How much do you need? I'll give it to you. If it's not enough, I'll ask Chu Fang to borrow it," Yang Meina said. "I'll borrow hundreds of millions for you. I don't believe Chu Fang won't lend it to me. If he doesn't lend it to me, I won't let Yuèyuè marry him."

Wang Wenhao smiled: "Borrowed money has to be repaid."

"Ah?" Yang Meina exclaimed in surprise. "If you have to repay borrowed money, who will dare to borrow money in the future?"

The two chatted as they walked home.

... ...