A life of financial freedom

Shudu.

Chu Fang and Wang Fa sat by the river, bored and fishing.

He had come home early, originally intending to help with things around the house, but he didn't expect that everything had already been arranged.

So he suddenly found himself with nothing to do and went fishing with Wang Fa.

"What are you looking at? Why are you smiling so lecherously?" Wang Fa asked softly.

Chu Fang showed Wang Fa the wedding dress design that Zhong Tingyue had sent him.

It had to be said that the money was well spent; it looked elegant and luxurious, absolutely flawless.

"That must have cost a lot, right?"

"Not expensive, a few hundred.", Chu Fang replied unhurriedly.

Wang Fa rolled his eyes at him: "Do you know why I hated you so much back then? It's because I hate the way you nonchalantly show off. Seriously, you deserve a beating. The only reason you haven't been beaten up until now is because of the harmony of society, you understand?"

A few hundred casually rolled off his tongue, and in such an indifferent manner. Looking at Chu Fang's smug face, anyone would want to punch him a few times.

"Is it my fault that I have money?"

"How much money do you actually have?"

"I'm getting married soon, I'm broke. Considering our brotherhood, lend me some."

"Then kneel down to me."

"Really?" Chu Fang's eyes lit up.

The old saying is true, a man's knees are worth gold, and now is the time to cash them in.

Wang Fa punched Chu Fang in the chest: "Why are you so shameless?"

Wang Fa's gums felt sour.

He had no concept of Chu Fang's assets, or rather, he could only glimpse a small part of his total wealth, but he was very sure that this bastard definitely had money, a lot of money.

The two chatted and fished.

Chu Fang wasn't as obsessed with fishing as he used to be, waking up early and staying up late just to fish. Now, he treated it as a form of leisure and entertainment.

Until the sun set, they were both 'empty-handed'. The two looked at each other.

Wang Fa: "I'm never playing with you again, you're too unlucky."

Chu Fang straightened his chest: "Why can't your luck offset my bad luck? Or are you not lucky enough? To put it bluntly, you're also quite useless."

Wang Fa's mouth twitched, and he left angrily.

Chu Fang smiled happily and turned to the old man fishing next to him and shouted: "Old man, the sun is about to set, aren't you going home yet? Are you so addicted to fishing?"

"I'm not addicted."

"Then why aren't you going home?"

"I'm like this every day, I'm used to it."

Chu Fang: "..."

And he says he's not addicted.

He slowly walked home with his fishing rod.

Back home, several heads of the town government were sitting there. Seeing Chu Fang, they all stood up and said with a smile: "Little Fang is back."

"We thought you were getting married soon, so we came to take a look and congratulate you."

Chu Fang invited these people to sit down.

Some time ago, he donated money to the school, which greatly improved the students' meals, and the school also established a multifunctional self-media platform, contributing to the town's education.

These people came to thank him.

The two sides chatted for a while, and then the few people left.

... ...

Time slowly passed, the National Day was approaching, and the wedding date was also getting closer.

Chu's family and friends began to arrive. The first to arrive were Wen Xiangbing, Rong Shunji, and Shao Liang, three brothers from university, and a girl, Shao Liang's girlfriend.

The three all looked at Shao Liang with a smile, the latter's cheeks flushed red.

"When are you two planning to get married?" Rong Shunji asked.

"It should be soon," Shao Liang replied.

"Alas, another young man is falling into the grave of marriage," Wen Xiangbing sighed.

"It's better than not even having a grave," Rong Shunji rolled his eyes.

"Some brothers, some," Chu Fang said, "Bingzi also has a grave he wants to fall into, but he's too inferior. When people take the initiative to pursue him, he's still hesitant and timid. He looks so embarrassed, I feel ashamed."

After a pause, he said to Wen Xiangbing: "If you think that thing of yours is useless, my suggestion is to cut it off."

Tang Xue took the initiative to pursue Wen Xiangbing, often going to the company to find him and bring him food, but the latter always refused, a scene that left the three speechless.

"I'm thinking it over carefully," Wen Xiangbing explained, "Love is not that simple, it must have not only love, but also a material foundation, otherwise it will be like a castle in the air, collapsing sooner or later."

The three brothers looked at each other and shook their heads together.

Chu Fang patted Wen Xiangbing on the shoulder: "Let me give you a word, love is not iced black tea."

Jiang Wenzhen looked around, and what came into view was a rural self-built house, directly opposite was a national highway, and outside the national highway were large tracts of farmland.

She couldn't help but say: "Damn, Chu Fang's family is really from the countryside."

Chu Fang did not shy away from saying that he was from the countryside, that he was a first-generation rich man, and that his achievements today were all due to his own 'efforts', while Jiang Wenzhen believed that he was bragging. Chu Fang spent his days eating and waiting to die, and didn't look like a successful person at all. He must be a rich second generation.

This concept was deeply ingrained.

Until she came to Chu Fang's house today, she realized.

What Chu Fang said was true.

Jiang Wenzhen could accept that Chu Fang had money, but she couldn't accept that Chu Fang had earned the money himself.

Compared to that, it made her look like a clown.

"Guan Guan, this is all fake, right? This is all a dream," Jiang Wenzhen pinched her boyfriend Cai Guan's arm and asked, "Guan Guan, does it hurt?"

Cai Guan said speechlessly: "Why don't you pinch yourself?"

"It hurts to pinch myself."

Time slowly passed, and finally it was the National Day holiday, and many relatives and friends gathered together.

"Go to bed early," Chu's father patted Chu Fang on the shoulder, "I'll take care of things here."

Chu Fang nodded, then went back to his room to sleep.

The moonlight sprinkled into the house like flowing water, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and all kinds of complex emotions and thoughts flooded his mind.

Chu Fang opened Zhong Tingyue's WeChat, and was about to enter text, but saw at the top it was marked: The other party is typing...

He waited a few seconds, but did not receive a message, and then sent a message over.

[Solo Player in Love: Why didn't you send a message?]

[Wangshu: I'm sending you a message with my mind.]

[Wangshu: Didn't you receive it?]

[Solo Player in Love: I received it.]

[Wangshu: Then do you know what I'm thinking?]

[Solo Player in Love: Thinking about men.]

[Solo Player in Love: Ms. Zhong, you are really a bad woman, still thinking about men on the eve of your wedding, but I like it so much.]

[Wangshu: ...]