Chapter 1823: An Orchid in the Empty Valley

At the moment of parting, Zhao Fusheng saw Yu Feihong to the entrance of the residential compound.

"Something to say?"

Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng with a half-smile and asked.

She knew Zhao Fusheng's character well; he wouldn't have escorted her here for no reason, especially given his earlier behavior. Clearly, he had something to say to her and didn't want Fan Baobao to hear.

"Sis, being too smart isn't always a good thing."

Zhao Fusheng smiled upon hearing this and said to Yu Feihong.

"Pfft, you're my little brother. After all these years, don't I know you?"

Yu Feihong gave a charming smile and shook her head. "You're the type who can't hide his thoughts from people he's close to."

Having known each other for years, from strangers to close friends, Yu Feihong understood this younger brother too well. Zhao Fusheng might seem indifferent on the surface, but in reality, he cared about too many things.

That's how people are—the more they care, the more they tend to overthink.

The elders often say 'overthinking' and 'being meticulous'—that's exactly the kind of person Zhao Fusheng is.

"Sis, have you really never considered getting married?"

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng stopped beating around the bush with Yu Feihong and asked her directly.

"Marriage?"

Yu Feihong was taken aback, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. "So that's why you were sighing just now?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded honestly. "Yeah, Old Jiang already has a kid, and I'm about to have a second child. You're alone, and I always worry about you..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Though she had no shortage of suitors, Zhao Fusheng felt that for Yu Feihong, it would be better to have a family.

He also knew that a woman like Yu Feihong couldn't possibly lack pursuers. After all, she was a beautiful and outstanding actress with a certain status and temperament. It would be a joke if she had no suitors.

But the problem was, judging by her attitude, she seemed determined to stay single.

"Worried about what?"

Yu Feihong shot Zhao Fusheng a glare and said irritably, "Worried that I'll end up alone, with no companion for life?"

"Ahem..."

Zhao Fusheng almost blurted out the line 'Are you cursed with a solitary star?' but swallowed the words just in time.

If he actually said that, Sister Feihong would probably chase him down three streets with a knife!

"Alright."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's pained expression of wanting to speak but holding back, Sister Feihong smiled and waved her hand. "You, stop worrying about me for nothing. Think about it: first, I'm not short of money, so I don't have to worry about being old and ugly, destitute and starving. Besides, if that day really comes, I still have you, don't I? I'll just move into your house, freeloading on food, drink, and lodging."

"Pfft..."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He had to admit, the way she put it was really amusing.

But on second thought, what she said made sense.

A person, especially a woman, if she can't find someone she truly loves, getting married hastily means just muddling through life.

For the older generation, it was different. Due to the social climate of their time, people cared more about a sense of responsibility—responsibility to marriage, to feelings, to children.

But younger people tend to place greater importance on love.

Why are there so many divorces among the post-80s and post-90s? The reason is simple: when they were young, they might have chosen marriage on impulse, only to find out after tying the knot that the person wasn't the one they truly loved.

Or rather, marriage and love are two different things.

In such cases, those with a slightly weaker sense of responsibility choose divorce.

Some even divorce when their child is less than a month old.

As for Yu Feihong, needless to say, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, she was a literary young woman at heart.

For a literary young woman, nothing is more important than what she herself likes.

If she feels happy, she might marry a penniless wandering artist and go out to work to support the family. If she feels happy, she might quit her job and fly from the capital to the frontier to experience the scenery of the Qinghai-Tibet Highway.

Zhao Fusheng neither praised nor condemned such behavior.

Because it was her life; she had the right to choose her own way of living.

He was just a little worried about Sister Feihong.

"Don't overthink it." Sister Feihong patted Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder and said seriously, "Don't worry, if I ever get married, you'll have to see me off at the door. If I don't marry, I'll just cling to you. How about that?"

"Okay."

Zhao Fusheng nodded emphatically and smiled at Yu Feihong. "Honestly, Sis, if you ever take a liking to someone, let me know. No matter who it is, I'll help you snatch them."

"You, do you think matters of the heart are that easy? Idiot."

Yu Feihong couldn't be bothered to retort to this idiot brother anymore. She waved her hand, turned around, and got into the car to leave.

She had come in her assistant's car, so naturally, she would leave the same way.

Watching Yu Feihong's car disappear into the distance, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, a conflicted look on his face.

Turning back into the house, Fan Baobao saw him come in and smiled. "So, had a heart-to-heart with Sis?"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng said he was seeing Yu Feihong off, she knew he wanted to talk to her.

Letting out a sigh, Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "Honestly, I think convincing her is harder than convincing Lee Kun-hee."

"Hahaha..."

Fan Baobao nearly choked with laughter, looking at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly. Her man was truly something else.

What a ridiculous analogy!

Lee Kun-hee and Yu Feihong—those two couldn't be more unrelated.

"Really."

Seeing Fan Baobao still laughing, Zhao Fusheng said helplessly, "I've never met anyone more stubborn than Sister Feihong. Think about it, has she ever been this stubborn about anything over the years?"

"Were you trying to persuade her to get married?"

Fan Baobao furrowed her brows slightly and thought for a moment.

She could tell that Zhao Fusheng was very worried about Yu Feihong.

"Yeah."

Hearing Fan Baobao's words, Zhao Fusheng nodded. "After all, she's over thirty now. Is she really going to wait until she's forty to get married and then be an older mother? Or stay single forever and be asked on talk shows at forty why she isn't married?"

Fan Baobao was a bit surprised by Zhao Fusheng's almost intense reaction, but thinking about the bond between him and Yu Feihong, she understood. After all, when Zhao Fusheng was making his way in the capital, Yu Feihong had helped him a lot. Their deep friendship was only natural.

She naturally didn't know that Zhao Fusheng wasn't speaking without reason. In his memories from his previous life, Yu Feihong had once appeared on a talk show where she displayed elegance and grace, but the male host, who kept asking questions like 'How do you handle your physiological needs?' made Zhao Fusheng feel that this bastard was utterly disgusting.

Yes, that guy was called Xu Zhiyuan, full of talk about 'sex, love, and unspoken rules.'

But that's beside the point.

Fan Baobao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Why don't you look among your friends and see if there's someone suitable?"

"My friends?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shook his head. "No chance. The people around me are either already married or not the right age. Besides, they're all in business, and I doubt Sister Feihong would be interested."

Yu Feihong was a literary young woman at heart, and a wealthy one at that. Unlike most actresses, if she chose a man, she wouldn't look at whether he had money but at his character.

In other words, a person who isn't materially deprived doesn't care about material things.

It's like how in the future, the Korean diva Lee Hyori chose to marry a so-called 'artist' who was ugly beyond words. What she cared about wasn't appearance or money but that certain feeling.

In Lee Hyori's words: 'My husband has talent and a kind heart. As for me, I have nothing but money.'

MMP!

When he saw that quote in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng couldn't stop complaining.

But now, he somewhat understood Lee Hyori's thinking.

If it were him, he might make the same choice. After all, being in the entertainment industry, he was already tired of seeing handsome men. Often, what mattered more was that feeling.

Of course, men and women are different. Women are more emotional and sometimes make irrational decisions.

But men are very consistent—very consistent—they only like beautiful women. From eighteen to eighty, it's the same.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Forget it, let her be."

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao was dumbfounded, not understanding why Zhao Fusheng, after sitting there pondering for so long, suddenly changed his mind.

"It's her life; she gets to choose."

Seeing Fan Baobao's confusion, Zhao Fusheng casually said with a smile, "Besides, Sister Feihong is a grown woman. She might meet someone she likes anywhere, anytime. Who knows, maybe she'll get married next year."

Fan Baobao thought that made sense.

Even a womanizer like Tan Kaixuan met a pure and lovely girl like Tong Xiaoya and was about to get married.

Life's encounters are truly unpredictable.

"By the way, about Old Jiang's movie, do you think we should let Sister Feihong act in it?"

Fan Baobao suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

In Jiang Wen's 'Let the Bullets Fly,' there was a role of the county magistrate's wife. She thought Yu Feihong could give it a try, as she was qualified in terms of fame and other aspects.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and finally shook his head. "No, her temperament doesn't match the role. She can't play that kind of feisty woman."

"..."

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then realized that Old Jiang had mentioned at the dinner table that it was a very feisty character with a flamboyant personality, which indeed didn't fit Yu Feihong's usual screen image.

"Alright then."

Fan Baobao nodded and didn't bring it up again.