Chapter 1059: Love Is Just One Word

This world is very realistic. The standard for women choosing men is wealth and power, while men's criteria for selecting women have always been consistent.

Being beautiful.

So an ugly man, no matter when, as long as he finds a beautiful woman, in the eyes of outsiders, it means he is capable and successful.

But for a woman, if she is ugly and repulsive, walking alongside a talented young man, people will inevitably think they are mismatched. For a handsome man and a beautiful woman, there is no such trouble.

A promising handsome man and beautiful woman together is a romantic affair; for an ugly woman, it naturally becomes a human tragedy.

In other words, when Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao are together, no one thinks they are mismatched. At most, they find it surprising that Zhao Fusheng would like a celebrity from the entertainment industry.

Of course, that is without understanding the feelings between the two.

Those who know about their childhood sweetheart relationship naturally understand that it is inevitable for them to be together.

"If you don't like doing business, you don't have to join the company," Zhao Fusheng said sincerely to Fan Baobao after thinking for a moment.

He didn't want his love for Fan Baobao to become pressure on her.

Fan Baobao was startled. She rarely found Zhao Fusheng speaking to her in such a tone.

Then she understood what Zhao Fusheng meant and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Seeing Fan Baobao's expression, Zhao Fusheng was a bit confused. He really didn't understand what Fan Baobao was laughing at.

It couldn't be helped. If it were about business, Zhao Fusheng could rely on his experience and life wisdom to judge, but the problem was that this was about emotions.

As a man who had to rely on blind dates even for marriage in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng indicated that he really couldn't handle this matter.

"You, do you feel guilty for arranging my life like this?" Fan Baobao blinked her beautiful big eyes and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt a bit awkward. After a dry cough, he finally said, "Actually, I just didn't want to put too much pressure on you."

This was his honest thought. After all, when two people are together, although money can't buy love, it can definitely buy countless one-night stands. Money is something that can add luster to a relationship.

By letting Fan Baobao join Future Group, Zhao Fusheng wasn't just giving her money; he also hoped to provide her with a sense of security in this way.

But Zhao Fusheng also knew that what he was doing was somewhat overbearing. For someone with sensitive self-esteem, it might be hard to accept.

This was very normal. In one's life, it's not only those who hate you that can hurt you; those who love you can do the same.

Everyone who can bring you pain once gave you irreplaceable happiness.

"You seem stupid..." Fan Baobao gave Zhao Fusheng a charming look and finally threw back at him the words he often used on her. Then she said, "Our relationship is different from others. In this life, besides you, my mother would never allow anyone else to be her son-in-law. Your parents are the same. If you brought someone else home, guess what would happen?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, silent for a long time. He imagined the scene Fan Baobao described in his mind, found it too terrifying, and dared not say it out loud.

"Besides, think about it. Since we've been together, have material things really mattered that much?" Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng remained silent. He felt something was off but couldn't pinpoint it.

"You are smarter and more capable than me. Choosing you as my man is the blessing of eight lifetimes for me, Fan Baobao. All my friends think so, and I know it very well myself." Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng and said softly, "What you give me is the best. The decisions you make for me are indeed correct. Whether or not it's for my own good, what I can be sure of is that you would never harm me. So why should I overthink things?"

Zhao Fusheng stood there, unable to speak for a long time.

After going around in such a big circle, it turned out he was the one being sentimental?

"Feeling particularly frustrated?"

Fan Baobao saw Zhao Fusheng wasn't speaking and smiled as she asked.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Quite frustrated. I thought you would feel uncomfortable, since I've been arranging the course of your life all along..."

"You are my man, my boyfriend, my fiancé, my future husband, the father of my future children. If I don't listen to you, who should I listen to?" Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng with a helpless expression. "Where did you get these ideas?"

Zhao Fusheng stammered. He couldn't exactly tell Fan Baobao that he had been tipped off by Dong Chenxi and the others.

"I understand. Most people in relationships have this problem—they feel they have no personal space and might be controlled too much." Fan Baobao frowned in thought for a moment, then said to Zhao Fusheng, "But the thing is, between you and me, is that really necessary?"

By this point, Zhao Fusheng had come to understand that his relationship with Fan Baobao was truly different from that of most couples.

Most couples first go through a process of moving from strangers to acquaintances, gradually adjusting to each other's temperaments, habits, and even, if they intend to marry, learning to accept each other's family backgrounds.

The most obvious example is that two people might quarrel over differences in dietary habits.

Even tofu pudding has its sweet and savory factions, let alone two individuals or two families.

But these things simply did not exist between Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao.

Having grown up together and gone through what they had, their two families were essentially no different from one family.

As Fan Baobao said, Li Yuan could not accept anyone other than Zhao Fusheng as her son-in-law. If Fan Baobao dared to tell Li Yuan that she had broken up with Zhao Fusheng and planned to marry someone else, she could probably forget ever seeing her mother and sister again.

Indeed, Fan Beibei might as well have changed her name to Zhao Beibei; she was closer to Zhao Fusheng than to her own sister Fan Baobao.

Not to mention Zhao Fusheng's parents, who had long regarded Fan Baobao as their daughter-in-law.

And as for the two of them themselves, having spent every day together since childhood and now being intimate, they were essentially no different from a real married couple.

Under such circumstances, not only could Zhao Fusheng arrange Fan Baobao's future path, but even if he asked her to quit the entertainment industry now and stay home to be a good wife and mother, she would at most feel a little reluctant but would ultimately agree.

By the same token, if Fan Baobao insisted on pursuing acting, Zhao Fusheng would prepare everything for her, allowing her to happily do what she loved.

This was life, the life of two people in love together.

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After a long while, Zhao Fusheng slowly raised his head, looked at Fan Baobao, and revealed a smile: "I'm sorry, I was overthinking."

At this moment, he had to admit that he had indeed been overthinking, to the point of ignoring the actual situation and projecting others' feelings onto himself.

It was like how many people, after reading Mi Meng's chicken soup for the soul, would think feminism was such a wonderful thing—a woman living independently, with slogans like 'A woman who doesn't spoil herself, who earns money for whom to spend?'

But the problem was, if one's own partner spent all her money on cosmetics and designer bags every day, probably any man would find it unbearable.

Let alone a man; if there was such a person in your own family, whoever it was would probably go crazy.

"Alright, stop overthinking. Just find me a suitable position in the company," Fan Baobao said after thinking for a moment. "But it's best if it's a nominal position, since I don't understand business and I don't want to cause you trouble."

This was the issue she had been considering all along. After all, she wasn't a real management talent. Even if she entered management in such a large company, no one would say anything because of Zhao Fusheng, but the problem was that she didn't know anything.

Fan Baobao was very self-aware. Through years of exposure to Zhao Fusheng, she had learned one thing: if she wasn't good at something, she absolutely should not meddle, because doing so would not only invite ridicule but also lead to bitter consequences.

She didn't want to bear the reputation of having gotten into the company through the back door and also be labeled as someone who pretended to know what she didn't.

"Okay, I'll think about it," Zhao Fusheng nodded. Since he and Fan Baobao had reached a consensus, the matter was actually easier to resolve.

After all, from the very beginning, his goal had only been to give Fan Baobao an additional option for the future and an extra layer of security for her acting career.

"Good, let's go to sleep now." Fan Baobao gave Zhao Fusheng a seductive look.

Although his thoughts were somewhat inexplicable, she understood that he had been considering her all along.

To be honest, in her heart, Fan Baobao was actually very happy.

Women and men are the same in that they say no with their mouths but their bodies honestly respond.

Take Fan Baobao now, for example. Although Zhao Fusheng's thoughts just now sounded somewhat naive and ridiculous, what woman would think it was a bad thing for her man to consider her?

Everyone has their own way of thinking. Perhaps these thoughts could be right or wrong, but Zhao Fusheng's starting point was indeed good. Even if Fan Baobao didn't agree, she didn't think it was wrong.

Just as she would give everything for the man in front of her, he would also be willing to give everything for her.

Zhao Fusheng watched Fan Baobao's body gradually approach his and suddenly felt a bit hot. He thought to himself that it might be because of summer.

Yet the next moment, as she lowered her head, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air...

Hiss!

Easy!

Don't bite!