Chapter 0163: Farewell

Men all like beautiful women, regardless of age—every man likes young and pretty girls, that's beyond doubt. But if this young and pretty girl turns into a crazy woman reeking of alcohol, babbling nonsense, and even stripping in front of you, believe me, unless he's a brainless idiot driven by lust, probably no man would be interested.

Especially when that woman is vomiting uncontrollably in the bathroom.

Right now, Zhao Fusheng really wanted those so-called suitors of this woman to see this scene clearly.

Just moments ago, that female drunkard started taking off her clothes right in front of Zhao Fusheng. Before he could react, she was down to her undershirt. Just as she was about to unbutton her white shirt, she suddenly retched, scaring Zhao Fusheng out of his wits. Afraid she might vomit on the bed, he grabbed her by the neck and dragged her into the bathroom.

Listening to the woman hugging the toilet and retching, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly.

"I wonder what's bothering her so much that she'd drink herself into such a state..." Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

Fortunately, since he had a flight to catch the next morning, his things were already packed. Otherwise, if that woman had vomited on them, Zhao Fusheng figured he'd be in a terrible mood all day.

"I won't listen to any of you!"

"Nobody can tell me what to do. I'll act if I want to, and I won't if I don't."

"Who cares? All of you, get the hell away from me. Trying to take advantage of me..."

The woman mumbled to herself in the bathroom while vomiting, and occasionally words reached Zhao Fusheng's ears. He frowned, forming a rough idea of her identity.

This was near the Central Academy of Drama, so she was probably someone connected to the entertainment industry, though likely a third- or fourth-tier unknown actress.

The reason for this judgment was simple: looking at her face after she took off her glasses, Zhao Fusheng was sure he didn't recognize her.

To be fair, the woman was beautiful. She was about 1.78 meters tall, slender, with long hair reaching her waist, wearing a black dress and black high heels. But what left the deepest impression wasn't her outfit—it was her face. In Zhao Fusheng's words, she had an aura that made her unforgettable at first sight.

Her eyes weren't big, but when slightly narrowed, they gave off a particularly elegant feel. Her nose was small and slightly upturned, her lips thin, and she wore no makeup yet was still alluring. Her skin was fair, clean, and tender, almost as if it would break at a touch.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't the type of man who couldn't move past a beautiful woman. His mental age and experience gave him far more composure than most young people, but even he was momentarily stunned by her appearance.

Fortunately, the woman's subsequent actions completely ruined the aesthetic appeal she had in Zhao Fusheng's eyes. After all, no man has much interest in a drunk. Zhao Fusheng had no hobby of "picking up corpses," and besides, at that moment, the woman in the bathroom was practically vomiting her stomach acid. If anyone could still feel "lust" under such circumstances, Zhao Fusheng would give them a hundred and twenty thumbs up—a huge "respect."

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng picked up the woman's room card, tore off a sticky note from the bedside table, wrote a few lines, weighed it down with something, then grabbed his suitcase and left.

He went to room 309, used the room card to open the door, put his things away, undressed, and went to sleep.

As for that woman?

Ha, Zhao Fusheng wasn't her father. Locking the door and making sure she wouldn't die was already doing his good deed. Staying to take care of her? Sorry, that wasn't happening.

Many beautiful women think they deserve special treatment, as if it's a crime for men not to revolve around them. But in reality, that's just self-importance.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng was an ordinary, mediocre person—no prominent family background, no wealthy material life, sound in mind, experiencing disappointment and joy. Apart from his college major in advertising production, he had no particularly outstanding talents. He struggled in society, wondering about the future, sometimes full of hope, sometimes discontent. There were many things he couldn't do, but also many he could.

Even if such a person is reborn, he can't suddenly transform into a Casanova who flits from flower to flower without a leaf touching him. If he had that skill, Zhao Fusheng figured he wouldn't have been down and out for half his previous life.

So, after confirming the woman was safe, Zhao Fusheng decisively made himself scarce.

As for whether the woman would blame him for being unprincipled and not helping her when she sobered up, Zhao Fusheng thought it didn't matter. After all, they were just passing acquaintances and would likely never meet again.

Besides, Zhao Fusheng felt he had been considerate enough. At the very least, he had taken her in and done nothing wrong. Otherwise, if it had been Hong Kong's Teacher Chen, who loves photography, or Taiwan's Young Master Li, they'd have made her famous across the Chinese-speaking world in no time.

But unfortunately, Zhao Fusheng had no such hobby and didn't intend to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state. In his view, such things should at least be mutual. Taking advantage of a woman when she's unconscious and disoriented is hardly a honorable thing.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't a gentleman, but he wasn't a petty villain without morals either.

A person must have at least basic moral standards to live. Otherwise, once you lose your bottom line, you completely lose yourself.

The next morning, the pager alarm went off. Zhao Fusheng got up early, washed up, went downstairs, and left.

He had already told Fan Baobao not to see him off, but just as he was about to go downstairs, he saw Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun standing at the hotel entrance.

"Didn't I say you didn't need to see me off?" Zhao Fusheng was startled when he saw Fan Baobao, then shook his head and said.

Fan Baobao glared at him: "Who's seeing you off? Yunyun said she wanted to see you off."

Zhou Yun looked utterly baffled, speechless as she glanced at her good friend, but finally nodded and said generously to Zhao Fusheng: "That's right, I'm the one who came to see you off."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. He naturally understood the reason for someone's stubbornness; she had always been like this since childhood, and he was used to it.

"It was nice meeting you. Please take good care of Baobao at school in the future," Zhao Fusheng said to Zhou Yun. Over the past few days, he had seen that Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao were truly close, otherwise they wouldn't be inseparable like conjoined twins.

Zhou Yun chuckled and nodded: "Don't worry, I'll do that even without you asking."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao: "You too. It's different here from home. Be careful in everything you do. Don't let someone sell you out while you're counting their money."

Fan Baobao didn't speak, just lowered her head.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Zhou Yun: "It's getting late, I'll be going now."

"Hey..." Fan Baobao looked up at Zhao Fusheng: "Call me when you get home."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then nodded: "Got it."

With that, he stepped onto the airport bus parked at the hotel entrance.

Beijing, farewell.