Chapter 1312: The Child

Deception is a kind of disguise. We always feel that lies are easier to utter than the truth, that they can embellish our behavior, but this is actually a mistaken notion, because the truth is always the truth. No matter how ornate the language used to cover it up, it cannot conceal the truth. Sometimes, telling the truth can actually earn respect.

Take Zhao Fusheng, for example. He straightforwardly indicated that he didn't mind Jiang Wen helping Huayi Brothers shoot "The Sun Also Rises." Instead, Jiang Wen felt that Zhao Fusheng was a very candid person, unlike others who hide things.

This is human nature.

There are always shadows under the sun. No matter how noble the goal, there will be a bit of selfishness. Zhao Fusheng did not dissuade Jiang Wen. Some things are known only to heaven and earth, and it's enough for oneself to know.

"Old Jiang's new film—should I take a role in it?"

When she came back in the evening, Fan Baobao heard Zhao Fusheng talk about this and asked him with great interest.

There was no help for it. In his previous life, Jiang Wen was already a top domestic director, not to mention that in this life, because of his close friendship with Zhao Fusheng and with Zhao Fusheng's full support, Jiang Wen was now on par with Director Zhang, considered one of the best directors in the country.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at his fiancée and said flatly, "Old Jiang's film starts shooting at the end of August. Are you planning to go shoot right after we get married?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, a look of chagrin appearing on her face.

Ideals are plump, but reality is bony. I don't know who said that, but it's indeed very true. Just like Fan Baobao, she had just been thinking about how she could land a good role in Jiang Wen's film and show off the acting skills she had been honing lately, only to suddenly realize that the new film clashed with her wedding date.

Most importantly, Fan Baobao was a hundred percent certain that if she dared to go shoot a film instead of dutifully honeymooning and making babies with Zhao Fusheng, her mother would easily come from Ninghai to the capital.

Fan Baobao now felt that Li Yuan's longing for a child far exceeded that of Zhao's parents.

She had said to herself more than once that she hoped to see her own child born, so that even if she died, she would be content.

In fact, Fan Baobao understood her mother's feelings. Over the years, her father had been a disappointment and was now nowhere to be found. Her mother had single-handedly raised her and her sister with great hardship. Now that she saw her daughter happy, her only wish was to see her own grandchild born.

So Fan Baobao had made up her mind: after marrying Zhao Fusheng, she would do nothing else—at least, she would have a child first.

At worst, she would just not appear on screen for a year.

Anyway, with Future Film around, she didn't have to worry about the issue of returning to work after childbirth.

She believed that those under Zhao Fusheng would also be happy to see it, because up to now, Zhao Fusheng had neither married nor had an heir, which was not a good thing for a large company.

The Future Group was different from other companies. Others were either family businesses or started by a group of partners. But what about the Future Group?

Zhao Fusheng's personal charisma and talent accounted for a large part of the reason. Without exaggeration, without Zhao Fusheng's existence, the Future Group would surely fall apart.

Neither Zheng Yao, nor Dong Chenxi, Bai Jie, Ye Jing, or even Dong Guoxiang, were capable of propping up the Future Group.

Only Zhao Fusheng—as long as he was there, the Future Group would not fall into chaos.

Because every employee of the Future Group knew what an extraordinary existence their chairman was.

Making money might be the ultimate goal for every businessman, but for Zhao Fusheng, it was not a difficult task.

"Alright, there will be plenty of opportunities to act in the future. No need to rush this one moment." Zhao Fusheng stroked Fan Baobao's shoulder and said gently.

"Okay, I understand." Fan Baobao nodded, then looked at Fan Beibei not far away: "Beibei, come here!"

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled, because he could clearly feel that Fan Baobao's tone was quite off.

Fan Baobao snorted: "This girl is picky at kindergarten. She doesn't eat properly and gives her vegetables to the other kids."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes. Fan Beibei was already eight years old and would start elementary school in September this year. But the girl was becoming more and more mischievous, which was indeed a bit of a headache.

Fan Baobao often said that this was the result of Zhao Fusheng spoiling her, but Zhao Fusheng would never admit it.

But today, this girl was definitely going to be disciplined. Picky eating was not a good habit for a child.

"What is it?" Fan Beibei came and stood in front of her sister, her big eyes looking at Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao. She blinked and said, "Sister, brother, I love you so much. Can you bear to treat me like this?"

Pfft!

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao burst out laughing instantly.

"This child." Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily, reached out and took Fan Beibei into his arms, and said softly, "Beibei, you can't be picky from now on, or you'll turn into an ugly girl, you know?"

Fan Beibei thought for a moment, then nodded: "Brother, do you love me?"

"Love, love, love. Brother loves you, and sister loves you too." Zhao Fusheng held the little girl and said with a smile, "We all love you, so you have to be good, okay?"

"Mm." Fan Beibei nodded vigorously.

Fan Baobao was speechless, watching the two of them pinky swear there. After a long while, she shook her head helplessly.

She simply couldn't handle her sister anymore. The girl had such a good relationship with Zhao Fusheng, even better than with her.

After finally coaxing Fan Beibei to sleep, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao returned to the bedroom.

"You spoil her so much. If this girl gets married in the future, you'll go crazy." Fan Baobao hugged Zhao Fusheng's arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and said softly.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, about to retort, but as soon as he thought of that scene, he felt terrible.

Because of his psychological age, to a large extent, he treated Fan Beibei as his own daughter.

For any man, another man who wants to take away his daughter is not a good thing.

"We'll talk about it then."

After a long silence, Zhao Fusheng said in a muffled voice.

Clearly, he was in a very bad mood.

Fan Baobao giggled: "How about we have one of our own?"

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, instinctively looking at Fan Baobao. Before he could come to his senses, he saw Fan Baobao's cheeks slightly redden. She lowered her voice, barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, and said, "I've thought it over. I plan to take a year off from acting and have a child."

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng felt very happy, as if his whole being was about to soar.