A life of financial freedom

In Shudu, at the home of Chu Yongquan, Chu Fang's eldest brother.

His wife, Ye Shan, was holding their child. She had become pregnant late last year and, after ten months, gave birth.

She urged her husband, "You're always so slow, hurry up."

"I know," Chu Yongquan replied while packing their luggage. "There are still seven or eight days until our little brother's wedding, why are you in such a rush to go home?"

"Of course, I'm anxious," Ye Shan retorted, rolling her eyes. "That's your little brother, blood is thicker than water. Besides, he has helped us so much. We owe our current life entirely to his care."

"From any perspective, we should go home as early as possible to help our little brother with chores."

"We must get home before he does, or people will gossip and say we are ungrateful."

Chu Yongquan didn't reply, but he quickened his packing.

He is now a company owner with hundreds of employees and assets close to ten million, all thanks to the network of resources Chu Fang provided.

He is very grateful for Chu Fang's help.

After stuffing everything into the car trunk, Ye Shan pulled her husband, "Let's go."

... ...

The plane took off and landed smoothly in Shudu three hours later.

"Ah, you're Chu Yi."

"Can I get your autograph?"

"I love your songs so much."

"... ..."

Chu Yi is now a somewhat famous star, and fans recognized her.

"Hehe... ..." Chu Yi chuckled, unable to contain her joy.

Leaving the airport, Chu Fang took a taxi towards his hometown.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in his small town.

Getting out of the car, Chu Fang raised an eyebrow at his house; it had changed a lot.

The exterior walls of the rural self-built house were covered with pink roses, and large red 'Double Happiness' lanterns hung in front of the windows. Colorful ribbons fluttered in the wind, filling the air with a festive atmosphere.

"Oh,乖乖 is back!" Chu's mother was standing with her hands on her hips, directing Chu's father. Seeing Chu Fang, her face immediately lit up with a smile.

Chu's mother quickly approached, pouting slightly, "Mom missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

"How much? More than that bad woman?"

Chu Fang: "... ..."

This damned competitive spirit.

Chu Fang didn't respond, but Chu's mother clung to him, her eyes clear and innocent, "Did you?"

"Yes... ..." Chu Fang smiled helplessly.

Chu's mother instantly raised her head, like a triumphant general.

Bad woman, I finally won this round!

"Xiao Fang is back."

"Your big day is coming up."

"We're all looking forward to it."

"... ..."

Chu Fang's house was filled with surrounding neighbors, smiling gently.

Chu Fang greeted all the elders present, distributing cigarettes and candy.

Then, he carried the purchased items into the house. By the time he finished, night had fallen.

The Chu family gathered together: Chu Fang's grandparents, maternal grandmother, Chu's father, Chu's mother, eldest uncle, eldest aunt, eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, Chu Yi, Zhou Qiong, Chu Fang, and the youngest child in the family.

Chu Yi was teasing the child, but soon made the child cry, which earned her a smack from the eldest aunt.

Grandfather sat at the head, speaking slowly, "Chu Fang is getting married soon. When I go below, I will have the face to meet our ancestors... ..."

The family gathering ended.

Chu Fang cleared away the kitchen waste, preparing to wash the dishes.

Chu's mother stopped him, "乖乖, you're tired after a long day, just got home, go rest. I'll do these things."

Then, Chu's mother turned to Chu's father, "Old Chu, you wash them."

Chu's father: "... ..."

Chu Fang went upstairs, entering his room, which had completely changed.

In the bridal chamber, red silk danced lightly, 'Double Happiness' stickers reflected the warm light, pink balloons formed a heart shape, roses were blooming, and light gauze was draped everywhere, filled with sweet romance.

Chu Fang made a video call, and Zhong Tingyue's delicate porcelain-like face appeared on the screen.

"What's wrong, Mr. Chu?"

Chu Fang showed her the bridal chamber, asking, "What does Ms. Zhong think? Any improvements needed?"

"It's very good," Zhong Tingyue nodded, "I'm very satisfied."

Chu's mother, who had just entered the room, immediately raised her chin.

She was very satisfied with Zhong Tingyue's answer.

Although this bad woman is scheming, she ultimately has good taste.

"This was designed by my mom."

All the decorations in the house, big and small, were personally designed and decorated by Chu's mother, unwilling to let anyone else do it.

Zhong Tingyue immediately changed her reply, "That's not good then."

"Bad woman!" Chu's mother couldn't restrain her emotions, "What's not good? Everyone says my decorations are the most beautiful, the most popular design style right now. Don't talk if you don't understand design."

Zhong Tingyue was silent for two or three seconds, then said quietly, "Mom, do you really want to discuss design with me?"

Chu's mother said 'Ah' softly.

She just remembered that the bad woman is a very skilled interior designer.

But even so, Chu's mother still didn't give ground, discussing interior design with Zhong Tingyue. The latter explained how to decorate, while the former refused mercilessly.

You can say what you want, I just won't listen.

Knowing that Chu Fang was tired after a long day, the mother and daughter-in-law didn't say much and ended the call.

Chu Fang fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, waking up the next morning.

Chu Fang's maternal grandmother saw him and said, "There's food in the pot."

He went to the kitchen, where there was hot sweet potato porridge in the pot.

Sweet potato is a common food in Shudu, often used to cook porridge.

Chu Fang scooped a bowl of sweet potato porridge, added some pickled vegetables, and then squatted at the door to eat.

With the first spoonful, the sweetness of the sweet potato spread on the tip of his tongue, soft and dense. The rice grains were cooked just right, plump and full. The two merged together, delicate and smooth. Every bite was a simple and satisfying enjoyment.

"Yo, eating breakfast?" Old classmate Wang Fa drove by, craning his neck, "Sweet potato porridge, is it that bad?"

"No choice, I'm bankrupt," Chu Fang sighed, "Lend me some money."

"Okay," Wang Fa took out a red envelope, handing it to Chu Fang, "For the sake of our old friendship, you don't have to pay it back. Just remember my kindness."

Chu Fang took the red envelope, opened it directly, and it was empty. Then, he looked up at Wang Fa.

Wang Fa looked serious, "It's filled with my full blessings for your marriage."

Wang Fa laughed heartily and then drove away.

Chu Fang was also speechless, "What kind of friends am I making? Not a single good one!"

He squatted at the door to eat, and soon, neighbors gathered around, holding their porridge, eating and chatting.

Chu Fang didn't know how it was in other places, but in their small town, everyone could walk around to their neighbors' houses with a bowl of rice.

"Xiao Fang, can Uncle ask you for a favor?" A neighbor hesitated for a moment and said.

"Uncle, just say it."

"I heard your wedding cars are all Rolls-Royces. Can I drive one on the wedding day?" The neighbor's eyes were full of expectation.

No man can refuse a luxury car.

"What if there's a bump or scratch? Can you afford to pay for it?"

"That's right, you still want to drive a Rolls-Royce. Are we supposed to get you one?"

The surrounding neighbors said.

Chu Fang nodded, "Sure, it doesn't matter if it gets hit, there's insurance anyway."

"Xiao Fang, I really freaking like you. Why aren't you my son?" That neighbor was overjoyed, "Why don't you come be my son."

Chu Fang: "... ..."

This was the first time he had helped someone and was asked to be their son in return.

Do I look like I have a son's face?

... ...