A life of financial freedom

Shanghai remained as congested as ever, with the incessant beeping of car horns filling the air.

Chu Fang, however, was in no hurry. He leisurely made his way to Yateng Yige over an hour.

Arriving there, he saw many young people near the entrance, seemingly in the process of recruiting employees.

It must be said that Ma Junjie's abilities were truly outstanding. Under his leadership, Yateng Yige had managed to achieve development and progress despite the sluggish real estate market.

Now, they were recruiting employees, preparing for further advancement.

As Chu Fang stepped into the company, the receptionist stopped him: "Those applying for a job should sign in here first, and after signing in... ... Hey, President Chu, hello, have you eaten? If not, I'll treat you."

The receptionist spoke casually, but when she saw Chu Fang's face, her voice abruptly stopped, and she said with a distressed expression: "President Chu, I was wrong."

The receptionist had mistaken Chu Fang for a job applicant.

Chu Fang turned around, pointing at himself: "Is my face that ordinary?"

This receptionist couldn't recognize him at first glance.

"No, President Chu, you are too handsome. My heart beats fast every time I see you, but it didn't beat just now." The receptionist covered her chest. "I only realized now that it's because I see you so often that my heart doesn't beat anymore, so I made a mistake."

"You know how to talk." Chu Fang smiled, "I'll treat you to coffee, charge it to Ma Junjie's account."

After speaking, Chu Fang headed inside the company.

Several other colleagues looked at the receptionist, all giving her a thumbs-down: "Hypocrite!"

"Isn't President Chu handsome?" The receptionist raised her neck, looking proud, and then said to the applicants present, "Everyone, remember, that was our company's big boss, President Chu. He doesn't come to the company often, but you must remember him, don't be as muddleheaded as me."

"President Chu looks very young."

"Successful at a young age."

"Impressive."

"... ..."

The applicants whispered among themselves.

... ...

Chu Fang knocked on the door and casually entered Ma Junjie's office, directly sitting across from him. Ma Junjie acted as if he didn't see him, concentrating on his work.

Chu Fang crossed his legs, looking nonchalant, and asked: "Why did you call me to the company?"

Ma Junjie put down his work and tossed the document on his left to him, saying: "This is the company's development plan. Take a look, and if you think it's suitable, the company will proceed according to it."

"You called me here just for this?"

"No." Ma Junjie opened a drawer and took out an exquisite package from it. "You and Zhong Tingyue are getting married. This is my gift to you both. This is a congratulatory couplet I wrote, consider it a blessing to you both."

Chu Fang responded casually: "Give it to me on the wedding day."

"I won't attend your wedding."

"Why?"

Ma Junjie gave him a deep look: "How much patience do I need to attend the wedding of a woman I once admired?"

Chu Fang snatched Zhong Tingyue away, and Ma Junjie had the urge to beat him up, yet he still wanted Ma Junjie to attend the wedding.

That was simply unbearable.

"You're too petty." Chu Fang took the package, shaking his head. "When you get married, I'll definitely go, as a good buddy, to give you my warmest blessings."

"I won't invite you."

"You..."

Ma Junjie gave the gift to Chu Fang, then kicked him out of the company.

Turning back, Ma Junjie stared blankly at the empty room.

He sighed: "People are already getting married, and I'm still single."

"If I had kicked Chu Fang out back then, would I have had a chance?"

"Hmm... no."

"However, I should have used the manager's power to ruthlessly exploit and torment Chu Fang, which would have been a way to vent my anger."

Thinking of this, Ma Junjie became even more depressed.

He didn't exploit Chu Fang, but Chu Fang now uses him like an ox or a horse.

So annoying!

It was almost time to get off work when Chu Fang left Yateng Yige.

Chu Fang then returned to the studio.

Jiang Wenzhen saw him and said: "Chu Fang, let's discuss something."

"What is it?"

"Let me host your wedding." Jiang Wenzhen volunteered, "I will definitely make your wedding beautiful, outstanding, complete, and happy."

"I don't want to." Chu Fang saw through her conspiracy at a glance. "You definitely want to mess with me, don't even think about it in this lifetime."

"I didn't want to mess with you, I am sincerely doing it for your own good, even if not for your own good, also for Sister Zhong's good, how could I do that."

Chu Fang thought for a moment: "Swear it."

"I swear, if I become the wedding host, I will never prank Chu Fang."

"Add another sentence, if you break the oath, Chu Fang is your dad."

"If I break the oath, Chu Fang is my dad." Jiang Wenzhen was very straightforward.

"What is it?"

"Is my dad."

"What is it? Say it three times in a row."

"Is my dad, is my dad, is my dad." Jiang Wenzhen finished, "Is that okay?"

Chu Fang smiled, and answered faintly: "No, how can a daughter host her dad's wedding, it's not in accordance with the rules."

Jiang Wenzhen's mouth twitched, and she clenched her fists.

"Chu Fang, I'm going to fight you!"

How could there be such a shameless person in the world!

The two bickered until it was time to get off work. Under Jiang Wenzhen's murderous gaze, Chu Fang picked up Zhong Tingyue from work.

"I'll kill Chu Fang one day!"

Chu Fang stretched his neck: "You swore."

Bang!

Jiang Wenzhen's shoe flew out of the company, while Chu Fang patted his chest: "That was close."

"Mr. Chu, can't you be a little more well-behaved?" Zhong Tingyue pursed her vermilion lips.

"If I were well-behaved, would you have fun watching? Don't pretend to be so serious, when I'm arguing with Jiang Wenzhen and Yang Meina, you're watching from the side and enjoying it, don't think I don't know."

Zhong Tingyue's delicate and almost perfect pretty face bloomed like a flower.

Facing the sunset, the two slowly walked home.

... ...

They returned to Shanghai from New York on September 18th. After they finished their respective matters, it was September 20th.

There were only ten days left until the wedding.

... ...