I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

Zhou Chengyu was still listening solemnly a second ago, but when he heard the latter half of the sentence, he couldn’t help but curse, "We’re talking serious business here, why are you bringing up household matters? What do you want a RV for?"

"For a travel wedding." Once Shen Dong explained the reasoning, Zhou Chengyu burst out laughing, saying that Shen Dong was always coming up with bizarre and crooked ideas.

The brothers joked around for a bit, and Zhou Chengyu could no longer sit still. He placed the bank card on the table, exchanged a few polite words, and went to find Li Kaiyao to prepare for the project.

Shen Dong watched everyone leave, holding the bank card that contained several billion, and inexplicably felt desolate.

One spends their whole life busy and on the go, without time to gather with friends and relatives. What’s it all for?

When you’re poor, you’re busy, no time—is it all just to earn a bit more money?

Now that you have money, why is it still the same old story?

"Mr. Shen, what are you thinking about?" Zhou Wenbin entered the room after everyone had left, with a big smile on his face.

Shen Dong waved his hand and said self-deprecatingly, "Just overthinking pointless things. Sigh, has Qingyu and those girls settled in fine?"

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"Eight two-bedroom apartments, Qingyu alone lives in a three-bedroom. " Zhou Wenbin sat opposite Shen Dong and gestured backwards with his hand, "Mr. Shen, I’m going to take you to a good place, how about that?"

With that, Zhou Wenbin winked.