A life of financial freedom

Shao Bowen gazed at Chu Fang's departing figure, his eyes full of doubt.

He couldn't fathom the purpose behind Chu Fang's bet.

Could it be merely to see him make a fool of himself? That would be too pointless. Or was it some kind of indignation arising from his attitude towards Shao Xiang?

Shao Bowen lowered his head, looking at his son.

That's unlikely... ...

Xu Yuexin slowly retracted her gaze and asked, "Bowen, what's wrong with you today?"

This wasn't the husband she remembered.

"It's nothing," Shao Bowen shook his head. "From now on, let Shao Xiang play with Chu Fang's two children."

"Ah?" Xu Yuexin was somewhat surprised.

"Chu Fang is very capable. It's beneficial for Shao Xiang's future to befriend his two children," Shao Bowen replied.

Shao Bowen had checked Chu Fang's personal information, and his resume was impeccable.

He achieved financial freedom in his freshman year, splurged for a year, then restrained his extravagant lifestyle. After graduating from college, he started a company, fell in love, and to this day, his assets are no less than ten billion.

More importantly, Chu Fang wasn't the wealthy heir he had expected but had built his fortune through his own means, which he admired.

Compared to Chu Fang, Shao Bowen felt inferior.

Shao Bowen patted his son on the back of the head: "Remember, this is the most useful thing I can give you: network resources. You will definitely not suffer by befriending Chu Fang's two children."

With that, he left the place directly.

Leaving Shao Xiang and Xu Yuexin, mother and son, in place.

Xu Yuexin opened her mouth, unable to believe that those words had come from her husband's mouth.

That proud man actually admitted that Chu Fang was more capable than him.

Xu Yuexin couldn't help but recall Chu Fang's face: young, amiable, with a smile often on his face, as if he was happy to see everyone... ...

Shao Xiang craned his neck: "Mom, is what Dad said true? Can I play with Chu Jin and the others?"

The child was only three years old after all and quickly forgot the sorrow that had been accumulating in his heart these past few days, then asked.

Xu Yuexin nodded: "Of course it's true, when has Dad ever lied to you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Shao Xiang was as happy as if he had eaten honey, his mood suddenly changing, jumping and skipping.

... ...

"Dad, where are you taking us?" On the way, Chu Jin tossed and turned in the car.

"You'll know when we get there."

"Are you going to sell us?" Chu Jin opened her clear pupils, "I suggest you sell Chu Zhiye first."

Chu Zhiye: "... ..."

Chu Fang chatted idly with the children, and soon they arrived at a funeral supplies store.

Chu Zhiye raised an eyebrow: "Here?"

"No, let's buy something first," Chu Fang shook his head.

The three entered the store, and Chu Fang bought some paper money, candles, flowers, and other sacrificial items.

Chu Jin was very curious about everything around her, looking left and right, touching everything.

"Little beauty, you can't touch these," a clerk kindly told her.

"Why not?"

"These are for the deceased."

Just then, someone came in and asked the clerk, "I want to hold a grand ceremony for my mother, what should I do?"

Before the clerk could speak, Chu Jin opened her big eyes: "Why don't you ask your mother first?"

Clerk: "... ..."

The person who came to inquire: "... ..."

Chu Zhiye: "... ..."

Chu Fang patted his forehead, quickly bought the things, and pulled his daughter away from here.

Unlucky child.

In the car, Chu Fang said while driving: "Chu Jin, you can't say that, that's a funeral shop. The auntie just now's mother passed away, so she's asking about funeral ceremonies."

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Of course," Chu Fang patiently educated his child, "First, the auntie's mother has already passed away, how can she ask her mother? Second, you're stabbing the auntie's heart like that, she'll be even more painful, it's like... ..."

After listening, Chu Jin nodded: "Oh, I understand."

"Don't say that kind of thing in the future."

"Got it."

... ...

Chu Fang drove, and soon arrived at the Modu Cemetery, coming to Chang Shen's tomb. It was clean and tidy, with flowers and fruits placed on it.

He paid the cemetery staff to clean it daily.

Chu Fang stood in front of Chang Shen's tombstone, looking at that familiar face, feeling a lot of emotions at once.

"It's been a long time since I've come to see you, don't mind, of course, I don't care if you do, anyway, you're already dead," Chu Fang thought, "I'm here to see you today because I have something important to ask. If you have a spirit in heaven, bless Shao Bowen to have a good conscience and treat Shao Xiang well, don't go down the same path as you."

During that parent-child activity, Chu Fang actually found that he saw Chang Shen's shadow in Shao Xiang, the emptiness in his heart caused by not being valued in his childhood.

The moment he saw Shao Xiang, he seemed to have foreseen Shao Xiang's future life, perhaps he would also take the same path as Chang Shen.

Chu Fang felt an unspeakable pain in his heart.

He hoped to save Shao Xiang and change that child's fate, never to be like his best friend.

This was also the reason he bet with Shao Bowen, the reason he desperately wanted to succeed.

"You must keep your eyes open," he sighed.

"Dad, who is this?" Chu Jin raised her head.

"This is your Uncle Chang Shen," Chu Fang touched his daughter's head.

In the past, Chu Fang came to see Chang Shen alone, but today he brought two children.

He introduced to Chang Shen: "These are my two children, Chu Jin and Chu Zhiye, they are very good, right? How great it would be if you were still in this world, you would be their godfather... ..."

Chu Fang talked to himself, and as he spoke, he felt emotional and couldn't continue.

He suppressed the pain with great perseverance, said no more, and then began to light candles and burn paper money, the two children followed along, tearing the paper money.

"Okay, you two kneel down and kowtow, let Uncle Chang bless you," Chu Fang patted the two children.

Chu Zhiye and Chu Jin knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"What did you pray for?" Chu Fang asked.

"I didn't pray for anything," Chu Zhiye replied.

"What a pity," Chu Fang shook his head, then asked his daughter, "Daughter, what did you pray for?"

Chu Jin said without hiding anything: "I asked Uncle Chang to bless me to play games every day, to be the most powerful character in the game; not to do homework, not to be beaten by Mom, to sleep until I wake up naturally, to have many, many toys... ..."

Chu Fang twitched his face.

Fortunately, your mother isn't here, otherwise you'd be beaten today.

Whoosh... ...

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by, blowing up the ashes left by the burning paper money, fluttering in the wind, swirling in the air, as if dancing.

Chu Fang was stunned for a moment.

Chu Jin was exceptionally happy: "Eh he, does this mean Uncle Chang agreed to me?"

Then Chu Jin kowtowed three more times to Chang Shen.

Chu Fang was speechless: "No way, buddy, you didn't really agree to Chu Jin, did you? This is a 'new account', don't mess around."

If Zhong Tingyue knew, she would have to dig up Chang Shen's tomb.

After worshiping Chang Shen, it was already sunset, and the red glow dyed the west.

Chu Fang took the two children home.