A life of financial freedom

In Hibiscus Garden, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue looked at each other.

Zhong Rou tilted her head, her gaze wandering between the two of them.

Chu Fang said, "I'll go, why are you yelling so loudly?"

"Tch~~~" Disdain appeared on Zhong Rou's face, "Brother-in-law, you're too cowardly."

She originally thought there would be a good show to watch, but who knew Chu Fang would directly admit defeat.

In the martial world, this is like surrendering before the sword is even drawn.

Zhong Rou looked down on this kind of behavior.

Even against an insurmountable enemy, a martial artist must draw their sword.

"Why don't you dare to fight with your sister?" Chu Fang glanced at his sister-in-law.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Zhong Rou punched Zhong Tingyue's leg, sticking her neck out, her voice loud, "I'm asking you, would I dare or not?!"

Then she directly knelt down and said, "Sister, I was wrong."

Chu Fang: "..."

That's all you're good for.

... ...

As an independent and thoughtful individual, Zhong Tingyue has her own ideas.

She just found out she was pregnant and didn't want to leave her job too early.

Chu Fang could only accept this.

Who told him to love such an independent woman?

His own woman, no matter what, he has to bear it.

Although Chu Fang agreed to Zhong Tingyue working, he kept a close eye on Zhong Tingyue's movements at the studio, attending to his Miss Zhong.

Zhong Tingyue finished her meeting with the client, and the client took out two bottles of RIO milk beer, handing one to Zhong Tingyue: "I wish us a smooth cooperation."

"Sorry, I can't drink," Zhong Tingyue said.

The doctor had warned her that she couldn't drink during pregnancy, as it was not conducive to fetal development.

"This is a beverage-like beer with a low alcohol content. If you don't drink it, it means you're dissatisfied with our cooperation."

Before Zhong Tingyue could speak, Chu Fang opened his mouth: "Why are you so shameless? Ms. Zhong said she's not drinking, but you insist she drink. What's so good about drinking? It hurts the liver, lungs, and body. Are you trying to drink yourself to death?"

The client was immediately stunned.

In the end, Zhong Tingyue sent the client out of the studio. The client glanced at Chu Fang and said faintly, "President Zhong, your assistant... is quite outspoken."

He must get beaten a lot, right?

Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips, smiling like a blooming flower.

After seeing the client off, Zhong Tingyue turned around and beckoned to her Mr. Chu. After he approached, she said, "Mr. Chu, you're fired. I'm giving you a limited time to leave the studio immediately."

This man was too annoying.

He hadn't stopped since he came to the studio.

She didn't need anyone to serve her, and Chu Fang's service made her feel awkward. If she hadn't pleaded, this project would have been ruined.

"Ah?" Chu Fang was stunned, "Why?"

"Because I'm the boss," Zhong Tingyue walked in, "Jiang Wenzhen, watch Chu Fang and don't let him in."

"YES, SIR!"

Jiang Wenzhen received Zhong Tingyue's instructions as if she had received an edict, clasping her hands into fists on her waist, like a guard at the gate.

Chu Fang: "..."

"Zhong Tingyue, you're an ungrateful woman!"

He left this sentence and left the studio angrily.

From a distance, Zhong Tingyue heard Chu Fang's words and shook her head with a smile and helplessness.

She looked at the scenery outside the window, touching her lower abdomen. She didn't know why, but she seemed to be able to feel the traces of life being conceived.

Walking out of the studio, Chu Fang looked around, with nowhere to go at the moment.

Suddenly, he slapped his head: "I forgot about that."

Wen Xiangbing started another business, and a few days ago, he asked him to find an office space.

It's not that Wen Xiangbing couldn't find it himself, but he still had a lot of things to do and couldn't spare the time, so he could only hand it over to Chu Fang, who was idle.

Since he had nothing to do today anyway, he would settle the office space.

He made a phone call and then drove to a building.

There was a man in a suit downstairs, who looked to be in his thirties.

"Hello, Mr. Chu."

"Hello," Chu Fang nodded, "Take me to see it."

"Okay."

Then the man in the suit took Chu Fang upstairs to an office building.

Then the man in the suit introduced: "This place has a small area and can only accommodate about ten people to work, but this place is convenient for transportation, and there is a subway station downstairs..."

Chu Fang put his hands in his pockets and looked around, thinking for a moment and asked, "Is there a smaller area?"

Wen Xiangbing didn't have much money in hand. He not only had to rent an office space, but also had to cope with various expenses. If he hadn't accidentally won 50,000 yuan some time ago, he might not have even paid back Chu Fang's money, let alone start another business.

There were expenses in all aspects, so he had to save money.

The man in the suit did not show any contempt for Chu Fang's inquiry.

On the one hand, it was the professional quality of the man in the suit.

On the other hand, as a real estate agent, the man in the suit had seen too many people, from all over the country, rich and poor, and Chu Fang was one of the few people he had seen who exuded an extraordinary temperament.

In the eyes of others, perhaps Chu Fang had no strengths other than being handsome, but in the eyes of the man in the suit, he was like the brightest star in the night sky.

"Sorry, this is already the smallest office building," the real estate agent shook his head, "Or I can take you to see a smaller place."

"Okay, thank you."

Then the real estate agent took Chu Fang to several office buildings. After looking at all the places, Chu Fang stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "Let's go with the first one."

"No problem."

"However, I have something to tell you," Chu Fang said, "The person renting the office building is my friend. When you sign the contract with him, sign it at a cheaper price, and I will make up the rest. What I hope is that you don't let my friend know about this."

"Ah?" The real estate agent's face showed a troubled expression, "This is not reasonable..."

"I'll give you 50,000 yuan in benefits."

"It's not about the money."

Chu Fang asked, "Then what is it about?"

"You should have said earlier that I would find you a few bigger office buildings, so I could get more commission."

The real estate agent said with a smile.

After the two parties settled, Chu Fang called Wen Xiangbing: "It's done."

"Okay, I'll come to sign the contract immediately."

"OK."