Chapter 1094 Old Classmate

In this glamorous world, a wealthy man is not necessarily a playboy, nor is a poor man necessarily without a roving heart. Some lucky women manage to find the right man; life may be rough, but it will be happy.

Zhao Fusheng was that kind of man, and so was Dong Guoxiang.

So often, such people appreciate each other and understand each other's thoughts better.

That was why Dong Guoxiang sought out Zhao Fusheng—because he knew Zhao Fusheng would definitely agree with his decision.

"Dong Guoxiang's thinking is actually quite right. This kind of social networking site has no future." Zhao Fusheng was silent for a moment, unsure whether he was talking to himself or to Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian said nothing; he had just asked out of instinct. Since Zhao Fusheng had already decided, he wouldn't question it.

The car started slowly, heading home. Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhang Qian, who was driving, and after a moment said, "Zhang Qian."

Zhang Qian kept driving without turning his head. "Something on your mind?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Haven't had a chat with you in a while. Am I disturbing your driving?"

Zhang Qian's face was calm, expressionless. "No, go ahead."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, completely defeated by him. The guy seemed born with such composure, always the same no matter what, truly speechless.

"Just a casual chat." Zhao Fusheng smiled. "How are you and Yang Panpan doing lately?"

At the mention of Yang Panpan, Zhang Qian's face rarely flushed. After a long while, he said, "Not bad."

"Keep it up, while you're young." Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Qian's back and said with an air of maturity, "With me around, your financial situation is definitely better than most. Now that the company is on track, Baobao and I have discussed buying you a house and a car in the capital. You'll have to go out and do things eventually; you can't always stay by my side, can you?"

Zhang Qian was startled. Though he didn't turn around, his tone was full of surprise: "Fusheng, if you keep doing business, who else will follow you if not me?"

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes. "You want to be a bodyguard and butler for life? Don't you want to go out and run a company?"

Zhang Qian was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm not cut out for it."

He paused and continued, "Besides, Grandpa said to always stay with you."

Clearly, Zhang Qian didn't agree with Zhao Fusheng's idea.

Zhao Fusheng sighed. "I know, but I'm mainly afraid that keeping you by my side doing all sorts of trivial things will hold you back..."

This was his honest thought. After all, Zhang Qian was capable, despite some personality issues. With proper training and experience, he could stand on his own and have a better future. Zhao Fusheng really didn't want to hold him back.

"You're overthinking it." Zhang Qian spoke calmly, as if rarely saying so much. "With my temper, if I weren't following you, I'd either get sold off or end up killing someone. By your side, at least I don't have to worry. As for the future, Grandpa said you're not the type to let down those around you."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. That old man had hit the nail on the head about his character. As they say, having an elder at home is like having a treasure. Sometimes, old people are very accurate in judging people and things, having seen so many over the years.

"Forget it, suit yourself." Zhao Fusheng was resigned. The people around him all had strong opinions, and he couldn't do anything about it.

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When he got home, he sent Zhang Qian off to the apartment across the hall. Sitting alone in the house, Zhao Fusheng looked around and suddenly felt it might be time to move.

He had bought this place because it was close to Fan Baobao's school. Now that she had graduated, her commute to the People's Art Theatre was long, and the apartment was indeed a bit small.

When Fan Baobao came home from work that evening, Zhao Fusheng mentioned his idea. She hesitated for a long time without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng asked her curiously.

After a moment's hesitation, Fan Baobao said, "If we move, will we have to sell this place?"

"Hmm..." Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then understood. Fan Baobao was reluctant to leave; they had lived here for years, leaving many fond memories.

Women are more sentimental than men, especially someone like Fan Baobao. To her, this place held the best memories of her and Zhao Fusheng, and leaving abruptly was truly hard.

"Really, maybe we should just keep living here." Fan Baobao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Her reasoning was simple: they had a car, so distance wasn't an issue; she could just bear the inconvenience.

As for the size of the house, Fan Baobao didn't really care. To her, having a place to live was good enough. She was often away filming, and Zhao Fusheng was busy too; living in a big house or a small one didn't make much difference.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, understanding her feelings. He waved his hand and said, "It's not that complicated. Since you're attached to this place, we won't sell it."

They weren't short on money now. A house was nothing; if she couldn't bear to part with it, they'd just keep it.

Besides, in Zhao Fusheng's view, property in the capital never depreciated. Keeping it now was a way to preserve value.

"Alright, up to you." Fan Baobao nodded, letting him decide.

That's how life together worked—discussing things and deciding together. If only one person called the shots, it might seem strong, but over time, it would drain the feelings between them.

This was a very real issue. Even the most loving couples had to face such challenges.

So both Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao instinctively considered each other's feelings, not wanting the other to suffer because of them.

"Don't buy a house that's too big." Watching Zhao Fusheng about to make a call, Fan Baobao thought for a moment and said.

It would just be the two of them living there; a house that was too big would be pointless.

But clearly, Zhao Fusheng had a different idea. Hearing her words, he shook his head. "Better make it a bit bigger. In a few years, I plan to bring Beibei over."

Fan Baobao was startled, then remembered that Zhao Fusheng had once said he intended to have Fan Beibei study in the capital.

Though she didn't understand why, she knew that compared to Ninghai, the capital was undoubtedly better for Fan Beibei's growth.

After a moment's thought, she nodded, deciding not to voice an opinion on the matter.

When she didn't know right from wrong and couldn't choose, she trusted the people around her. That was Fan Baobao's consistent principle.

"By the way, I saw someone a few days ago." Fan Baobao suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Who?" Zhao Fusheng asked casually.

"Chen Shijie, that high school classmate of yours." Fan Baobao picked up some fruit and said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Who!"

This time, Zhao Fusheng sat up straight, looking at her in surprise. "You say you saw Chen Shijie?"

"Yeah, but he seemed very different—very serious, with two or three people around him who all looked tough." Fan Baobao shrugged. "I wanted to say hello, but I don't know if he saw me; he disappeared in a flash."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that he was probably avoiding bringing trouble to her.

Others might not know, but he knew perfectly well. After high school, Chen Shijie had been admitted to the police academy and then took on an undercover mission. He hadn't heard from him in years, so he was probably still undercover.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng had great respect for such people. If it were him, he might not be able to give up his original life and go into hiding to do something so dangerous.

But it was precisely because of people like him carrying the burden that most people could enjoy a peaceful life.

"What, are you interested in him?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng's silence, Fan Baobao sensed something and asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "I just haven't seen him in a long time; I'm a bit curious."

Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to tell anyone that Chen Shijie was undercover. Before leaving Ninghai, Chen Shijie had visited him at school and said his mission might last an indefinite time.

In Zhao Fusheng's original memory, Chen Shijie's mission seemed to last several years, eventually bringing down a large criminal organization, which catapulted him to success.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng also knew some of what happened afterward. But being a 'phoenix man' wasn't shameful; if Chen Shijie later went astray, it was only because of this damned reality tormenting him.

"Oh." Fan Baobao nodded and said nothing more.

She had only mentioned it in passing. Chen Shijie and Zhao Fusheng weren't close friends in high school; at most, they exchanged a few words occasionally. She had no connection with him either.

Actually, this is the impression most of us have of our school days.

Many people always say they had so many friends in school, but in reality, after some time—college, work—time makes former classmates strangers, no longer familiar. Living in different environments and meeting different people, when they sit together, they can only reminisce about the past.

But the problem is, people can't live in memories forever. Eventually, they realize that everyone has drifted apart.

Perhaps that's why stories always happen when old classmates meet—because everyone loves nostalgia and always wants to let loose at some point.