A life of financial freedom

Shudu.

Nearing noon, the sun hung high, showering light and gilding the earth with a golden glow.

The Chu family was bustling with activity, an endless stream of luxury cars—Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, Lamborghinis—lined the roadside in an orderly fashion, stretching for hundreds of meters.

Chu Fang was getting married and had sent invitations to his friends, many of whom were people of status and influence.

“Damn, that Chu kid is impressive.”

“Yeah, these people all look like big bosses.”

“It seems Chu Fang's business is bigger than we imagined.”

“...”

The relatives and friends from their hometown could naturally see that he had invited Sheng Yilun.

These friends of Chu Fang were no ordinary people, exuding an air of composure and sophistication.

“Hiss...” Wang Fa couldn't help but gasp. “In the end, my perspective was too narrow. Chu Fang is more capable than I thought.”

Numerous guests arrived in droves, and the happiest were the local government officials, who seized this opportunity to get acquainted with these big bosses and chairmen of listed companies, hoping to attract investment, provide employment opportunities, and increase the income of the local people.

As long as they could attract one investment, they would make a killing.

Chu's mother stood at the door, gazing into the distance. “Why haven't they returned yet? Did something happen?”

As she said this, she spat for good luck. “Today is my good boy's birthday; nothing will go wrong.”

“They'll be here soon.” Aunt Qian Liyan comforted Chu's mother. “They'll be home by twelve o'clock sharp.”

They had an old saying in their area: 'A midday wedding brings a hundred years of harmony.'

Picking up the bride and returning home at twelve noon symbolized a complete and happy married life for the newlyweds.

Clap clap clap...

Just then, deafening firecrackers sounded from the front, and a row of jet-black Rolls-Royces slowly appeared before the guests' eyes.

“They're here.”

Many guests were instantly energized.

The main wedding car stopped at the door, and Chu Fang got out. Then, he carried Zhong Tingyue into the house, accompanied by the sounds of firecrackers, cheers, and lively chatter.

With the arrival of the newlyweds, the wedding banquet began, and the wedding company performed programs to entertain everyone.

Midway through, the Chu and Zhong families went on stage to briefly introduce their respective families.

Yang Meina looked at the beaming faces of the newlyweds on the stage.

She let out a long breath. “Lovers finally become family.”

Although she and Chu Fang had disagreements and would bicker whenever they met, she could honestly say that her childhood friend and Chu Fang were the most well-matched couple in the world, like a golden couple made in heaven.

To find someone whose soul resonated with one's own in this vast sea of nearly eight billion people, and to spend the rest of their lives together, this had to be called happiness.

Kang Bo, the general manager of Fangzheng Investment Company, looked at Chu Fang and his wife, feeling a mix of emotions.

“Sigh!”

Then he heard a sigh from next door. Kang Bo turned his head and looked at Bai Ying. “What are you sighing about?”

Bai Ying said unhurriedly, “I wish I had met President Chu sooner.”

“What? You want to pursue President Chu earlier?”

“I'd like to, but he doesn't fancy me.” Bai Ying explained, “If I had met President Chu sooner, I might not have wasted so much time trying to hook up with rich guys, but focused on work instead. Maybe I would have achieved financial freedom by now.”

Bai Ying had made a name for herself in Chu Fang's company with her abilities and skills. Now, she was the deputy director of the investment department, and her income was very high.

Kang Bo smiled.

Shanghai, Yateng Yige.

Ma Junjie stood by the window with his arms crossed, overlooking the scenery below.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he whispered, “I hope you two are happy and content.”

...

The elders of the Chu and Zhong families only said a few words on stage before stepping down, leaving the wedding company to perform.

...

The night was like a huge black silk cloth, gently spreading out.

The Chu family's liveliness faded away, and the guests also left.

Chu Fang collapsed on the bed, his head resting on Zhong Tingyue's fair and tender legs, gazing at her delicate face.

Today, Zhong Tingyue had put on a full face of makeup, using almost all her makeup skills, and she had achieved the desired effect.

At this moment, she was radiant and moving, her makeup exquisite and just right, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her lips like cherries, her eyes full of charm, and her beauty was unmatched.

“Ms. Zhong, let me kiss you.”

“No.” Zhong Tingyue refused directly. “Who told you to insult me just now?”

Just now, Yang Meina, He Yi, and Zhong Rou had gathered a group of people to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber. Zhong Rou had asked Chu Fang to say a bunch of love words, and he had naturally said them, but his words were barbed.

“I was just playing along.”

“I'm sorry, I'm not.” Zhong Tingyue's cold face was serious.

“Are you angry?”

“Yes.”

“Don't be, being angry isn't pretty.”

Chu Fang raised his hand and pinched his wife's cheeks, shaping them into a grotesque face, then nodded in satisfaction. “It looks much better this way.”

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, her charm fluttering.

“Hehe...” Chu Fang grinned.

“Ms. Zhong.”

“Mm.”

“How do you feel today?”

“What do you mean, how do I feel?”

“Getting married.”

“No feeling.”

“No feeling?” Chu Fang straightened up and slapped Zhong Tingyue's butt. “Do you have any feeling now?”

Zhong Tingyue clenched her fist and punched him down.

“Are you sick?”

“Didn't you say you had no feeling? I'm giving you a feeling.” Chu Fang retorted indignantly. “Today is our big day, and you actually say you have no feeling. Do you know what that means?”

After a pause, he continued, “It's like you're standing naked in front of me, but I can't get excited. They mean the same thing.”

Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips. “Then can you get excited?”

“No!” Chu Fang replied stubbornly. “I have no interest in you, none at all!”

“Then I'm relieved.” Zhong Tingyue nodded, then took off her clothes. “I'm exhausted today. I want to go to bed early. Mr. Chu, you should go to bed early too.”

As her clothes came off, Chu Fang's eyes lit up, like laser eyes.

“Ms. Zhong.” Chu Fang decided to lower his head and move closer to Zhong Tingyue. “You smell so good.”

A real man knows when to yield!

Zhong Tingyue kicked him in the chest. “Get out.”

“Can I interpret that as you're stimulating my excitement?” Chu Fang said seriously. “Zhong Tingyue, you're so bad, I like it so much.”

Just as he was about to pounce on her, he saw Zhong Tingyue biting her lower lip tightly, her lips almost white, her hands unconsciously clutching the corners of her clothes.

Chu Fang instantly became serious and quickly stepped forward to ask, “Ms. Zhong, what's wrong?”

“I...it hurts...” Zhong Tingyue's forehead was covered in sweat, and she said two words with great willpower.

Hearing this, Chu Fang panicked.

He jumped out of bed and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Dad, quickly call 120, call an ambulance.”