Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

Jingzhou, west of the city, a coffee shop.

When Zhao Chongming arrived, Zhou Xiaoyu had already been waiting for almost twenty minutes.

Today she wore a light pink sweatshirt, jeans, and white sneakers. Her hair was down, and she wasn't wearing much makeup. She looked like a college student who had just finished class.

She was sitting by the window, with a half-finished latte in front of her, looking down at her phone.

Upon seeing Zhao Chongming enter, he immediately stood up and smiled, "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Chongming sat down opposite her and ordered an Americano.

Zhou Xiaoyu is different from Chen Yao.

She has no younger brother to get married, and no parents calling her asking for money.

Her parents ran a breakfast shop in a small town below Handong. They lived a decent life, not rich, but they didn't need her money.

After graduation, she couldn't find a stable job, occasionally taking on part-time work, but mostly just having fun. She spent her time watching TV series, shopping, taking photos, and meeting friends, leading a relaxed life without much ambition.

Zhao Chongming can now relax.

He's also happy to spend time with the girls, eating, drinking, and having fun.

This Zhou Xiaoyu is quite good.

The main reason is that I have a youthful mindset and don't have much burden or pressure.

When Zhang Jiaxuan gave her his contact information, she didn't hesitate much.

Just kidding, she knew Zhao Chongming was rich; he sold himself to make so much money.

Moreover, it's no exaggeration to say that he's exceptionally skilled in this area.

Zhou Xiaoyu was different from Chen Yao. Chen Yao was quiet, while Zhou Xiaoyu was lively. She sat there, swinging her legs gently, her eyes darting around, curious about everything in the tea room. Zhao Chongming watched her, finding it quite interesting. Of the women beside him, Su Nian was quiet, Chen Yao was humble, but Zhou Xiaoyu possessed a carefree spirit unburdened by life. Being with her meant not having to think about those complicated things.

"You haven't looked for a job since you graduated?" he asked.

"I've looked, but nothing suitable," Zhou Xiaoyu said quite frankly. "I studied GG, and during my internship I worked at a small company, working overtime every day, and only getting 3,500 a month. I quit later."

"So how do you make a living now?"

Zhou Xiaoyu glanced at him and smiled, "President Zhao, please stop beating around the bush. Just say what you want to ask."

Zhao Chongming smiled and leaned back in his wicker chair: "Okay. I want to be with you long-term. I'll give you money every month. You can come over when I'm free, and you can live your own life when I'm not. You can tell me what you want."

Zhou Xiaoyu held her teacup and thought for a moment.

How much per month?

"you say."

Zhou Xiaoyu didn't mince words: "Fifty thousand. The same price as everyone else. Besides, sometimes I want to travel or hang out with friends, and I might not be available every time you call. Can you accept that?"

Zhao Chongming looked at her, finding it somewhat interesting. Other women would fawn over him, flatter him, and act cautiously. Zhou Xiaoyu sat opposite him, negotiating terms as if she were conducting a business transaction. The terms were clear, open, and frank.

"Okay," he said. "When you're with me, you can only have me as your man. If you have someone else, our relationship is immediately off."

Zhou Xiaoyu nodded: "No problem. I wasn't really thinking about it anyway."

She thought for a moment, then added, "Also, I don't want to live in the place you've arranged for me. I'll rent my own place, and you can come over occasionally. I don't like being controlled."

Zhao Chongming smiled and said, "Okay."

He paused for a moment, then added, "When I'm not busy, I can go out with you. Tell me where you'd like to go."

Zhou Xiaoyu looked up at him with some surprise.

Zhao Chongming spoke in a very flat tone, as if he were just saying it casually, but Zhou Xiaoyu could tell that he wasn't just being perfunctory.

She didn't know what Zhao Chongming was thinking—he just felt that having such a lively girl by his side made him feel less tired.

I feel like I've completely let loose after the divorce.

There are more and more girls around me.

Zhao Chongming suddenly felt that this was how life should be.

Marriage is like clinging to a big tree until you die; only by letting go of that big tree can you embrace a whole forest.

Zhou Xiaoyu smiled, a smile that seemed much more genuine than before: "Okay. It's a deal then."

She held out her hand: "Then it's settled."

Zhao Chongming looked at her hand and reached out to shake it. Her hand was small, and her palm was warm. After shaking it, she withdrew her hand and continued drinking her tea, as if she had just finished a business deal.

Zhao Chongming leaned back in his wicker chair, watching her sip her tea. The lake outside the window was tranquil, and the afternoon sun streamed in, casting a warm glow on the wooden floor. He suddenly felt that this way of getting along was quite nice. No debts owed, no burdens, each getting what they needed, and each relaxed in their own way.

"Where's your car?" Zhao Chongming asked. "Is it convenient for you to go out?"

"Just take the subway."

Zhao Chongming picked up his phone and sent a message to Mu Yan.

After a while, he looked up: "I'll have the driver bring you the car tomorrow. It's white, an Audi A4. Perfect for a girl."

Zhou Xiaoyu's eyes lit up.

"Audi A4?"

"Hmm. Not flashy, but not cheap either. It's convenient to drive around in, and it won't attract attention."

Zhou Xiaoyu put down her teacup and smiled.

She didn't say thank you, but simply nodded: "Okay, I'll take it."

"You're really honest!" Zhao Chongming smiled.

Zhou Xiaoyu chuckled, "Of course!"

"Let's have dinner together tonight!" Zhao Chongming smiled, then said calmly, "Chen Yao, come along too!"

"Oh!" Zhou Xiaoyu said with a grin, "Mr. Zhao, are you going to take on two people again?"

"That's right!"

Zhao Chongming nodded: "You alone are probably no match for me!"

Zhou Xiaoyu chuckled, "Okay, I'll look forward to it!"

During dinner, Chen Yao also arrived at Zhao Chongming's villa.

The two women exchanged a glance.

Unspoken to each other.

……

……

The next day

Zhou Xiaoyu sat in the car and took out her phone to browse through it.

As soon as I unlocked my phone, a WeChat message popped up; it was from Zhao Xiaoya.

"Xiaoyu, I'd like to come to Jingzhou next week, is that convenient?"

Zhou Xiaoyu smiled slightly as she read the message.

Zhao Xiaoya was her best friend in high school.

They skipped classes together, chased after celebrities together, and talked about moving to big cities in a bubble tea shop in their hometown. Later, Zhou Xiaoyu came to Jingzhou, while Zhao Xiaoya stayed in their hometown to work as a sales assistant. They lost touch with each other, but their relationship remained.

Zhou Xiaoyu tapped her fingers on the screen a few times: "Come on, I'll show you around."

She didn't mention Zhao Chongming. Not a single word. She simply told Zhao Xiaoya, "Come on over," but her mind was elsewhere—Zhao Chongming had just bought her a car, a white Audi A4, which she could pick up tomorrow. Zhao Xiaoya's arrival was perfect. She could see it.