A life of financial freedom

Central Plains.

With the wedding date approaching, the Zhong family was draped in festive colors, with large red lanterns hanging inside and outside the house, and auspicious couplets pasted on the vermilion gate.

"Wow, who's getting married? The scene is quite grand," a passing pedestrian exclaimed in surprise.

"It's the Zhong family's daughter getting married, of course the scene is grand," a villager explained. "This family's daughter runs a company in Shanghai, managing thousands of employees. She's a big boss."

"Impressive!"

"That's not the impressive part," the person shook his head. "What's even more impressive is the Zhong family's son-in-law, not to mention his outstanding appearance, his business is even bigger. Recently, I heard that the Zhong family's son-in-law is working on a big project. Do you know what it is? It'll scare you if I tell you."

"He wants to build a lid over the Pacific Ocean to prevent direct sunlight and water evaporation. Once it's done, it will benefit all of humanity."

"Holy crap..."

...

Inside the Zhong family's house.

Neighbors from the surrounding streets came to help, putting up a tent in the Zhong family's yard to prevent the yard from getting wet in case it rains these few days.

"Everyone, hurry up. After we're done, I'll treat you to Huazi cigarettes," Zhong Ping instructed from his wheelchair.

"Huazi cigarettes are harsh on the throat," a friend said. "Ping, let us try your treasured good cigarettes."

"That's right, we brothers are exhausted."

These friends have never forgotten Zhong Ping's good cigarettes since they first tried them.

Zhong Ping nodded: "Okay, I'll treat you to good cigarettes."

Zhong Ping has a leg injury, and his friends have been busy these days, so he naturally has to repay them.

A few days ago, Chu Fang, considering that he would need a lot of cigarettes for the wedding, spent a high price to buy dozens of special cigarettes and mailed them back to entertain guests.

"Good!"

"You're finally not stingy, kid."

...

On one side of the yard, several women were cleaning.

Yang Meina's parents looked around: "Ayun, you didn't need to make it so grand."

"That's right, it's a waste of money," a sister nodded.

"Alas, I'm forced to," Gao Ruoyun sighed. "Chu Fang's family is making it very grand, we can only follow suit."

Previously, the two families discussed the wedding, trying not to spend too much money and have a warm and happy wedding.

But Chu Ma is the kind of person who acts on a whim, wanting to buy this and buy that, wanting to do this and do that, and gradually the wedding expenses exceeded expectations.

And Gao Ruoyun, after hearing about it, also increased the wedding expenses.

After all, she couldn't let her family lose face.

The two families increased their expenses, forming a competition. If Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue hadn't found out and stopped their elders, who knows what the wedding would have become.

"Your in-laws are really something."

"It's nothing really, Chu Fang is the only child in the family, and Chu Fang's mother also hopes that her son's wedding will be successful," Gao Ruoyun explained.

Although Gao Ruoyun and Chu Ma don't get along, she still speaks up for Chu Ma in public.

But in private, the two of them are like enemies, incompatible as fire and water.

Today, Gao Ruoyun even got up and stole Chu Ma's green energy from Ant Forest, making Chu Ma send several '60' second voice messages in anger.

Gao Ruoyun didn't need to listen to know that it must be beautiful Mandarin.

"By the way, when is Xiaoyue'er coming back?" a sister asked.

"Tomorrow," Gao Ruoyun replied.

...

In the studio.

Chu Fang趴 on his workstation, looking through the window at the beautiful figure in the office, with a beautiful face, snow-like skin, delicate nose, pure like cherries, and a head of black and shiny long hair falling like a waterfall.

Zhong Tingyue was wearing a caramel-colored knitted dress, the soft texture fitting her figure, outlining her slender waist and exquisite curves.

She wore a beige thin knitted cardigan over it, and the loose version added a bit of lazy casualness to the overall look.

Under the sunlight, it exudes an elegant temperament.

"Ms. Zhong is so beautiful," Chu Fang couldn't help but sigh, "It's just that I won't see her for a long time."

Zhong Tingyue will go home tomorrow to start preparing for the wedding, and they will be separated for nearly ten days.

Jiang Wenzhen walked over with a document: "Chu Fang."

"Call me daddy."

"I'm your daddy!" Jiang Wenzhen rolled her eyes. "I and Guanguan are going to your wedding, are you going to reimburse us for the plane tickets?"

"Why?"

"You're rich."

"So just because I'm rich, I should reimburse you?"

"Yes."

"Go or don't go." Chu Fang then replied.

Jiang Wenzhen nodded: "Okay, you won't reimburse me, right? I'll pay for it myself, but don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."

Chu Fang: "... , reimburse, reimburse, okay?"

Jiang Wenzhen raised her chin and said to Cai Guan in a triumphant tone: "Guanguan, check how much it costs to rent a private plane? I want to take a private plane to the Shu capital."

After Jiang Wenzhen left, Chu Fang glared at her: "Reimburse your grandma's leg!"

Using him as a sucker.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the studio began to be shrouded in a relaxed atmosphere.

Because of Zhong Tingyue's wedding, the studio started to have a holiday, from today to the National Day holiday, and it was a paid holiday, which had to be called happiness.

After get off work, many colleagues wished Chu Fang well.

"Brother Chu, I wish you and President Zhong a happy wedding and a happy life."

"I have nothing else, I hope you two have several big fat babies."

"..."

Faced with the blessings, Chu Fang was also very generous, sending red envelopes in the studio group, each of which was no less than 666 yuan.

The studio colleagues then left, Zhong Tingyue walked out slowly, stretched out her white and tender palms: "Mr. Chu, where's my red envelope?"

"Red envelope? I have one with tens of billions of dollars, it depends on whether you can accept it."

"I can, it depends on whether Mr. Chu has that much," Zhong Tingyue's eyes were like two pools of autumn water, sparkling, and her eyes were captivating.

Chu Fang: "..."

This woman is getting bolder and bolder now.

...

The two then left, and just as they walked downstairs, they saw Yang Meina and He Yi leaning against the car.

Yang Meina walked over: "Chu Fang, why are you still staying here? Today's Yuèyuè is ours, it has nothing to do with you."

With that, Yang Meina and He Yi supported Zhong Tingyue into the car and then left the place.

Looking at the car disappearing into the traffic, Chu Fang said angrily: "BYD, where did this so-called 'bachelorette party' come from?"

Yang Meina and He Yi wanted to celebrate Zhong Tingyue's departure from being single, so they opened a bachelorette party, which lasted until dawn. Tonight, there were only three of them, and no one else could participate.

"You have a bachelorette party, so do I," Chu Fang flipped through his phone.