Chapter 2285 Returning Home

Everyone experiences pressure.

Especially for certain important figures, this is even more true.

Zhao Fusheng could now naturally be considered an important figure.

Thus, he found it quite normal to feel pressure from time to time.

The only thing that dissatisfied him was that some things could not proceed according to his own wishes, or rather, he was not omnipotent; there were things he was ultimately powerless to change.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the common lot of humanity.

He stayed in Italy for a full two months.

Zhao Fusheng set aside all his affairs and stayed with his family the entire time.

This truly moved Fan Baobao.

A woman's greatest wish in marriage is to find a man she can entrust her life to and who dotes on her.

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng was such a man.

Li Yuan's health improved day by day, and Fan Beibei was also sent back by Dong Chenxi.

After all, she had other matters to attend to; although she liked Beibei very much, she couldn't keep her by her side forever.

Fortunately, since Li Yuan was fine now, there was no need to worry about little Fan Beibei causing trouble.

This was what Zhao Fusheng was most grateful for.

When Fan Beibei returned to the island, she naturally noticed some issues.

But after all, she was still a child; a few words from her mother Li Yuan were enough to stop her from feeling sad.

Children are truly the easiest to appease in the world.

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Before leaving Italy, Zhao Fusheng planned to take his wife and children out for some shopping.

After all, Milan, Italy, is known as the fashion capital. Although Italy's economy was now on the decline, it hadn't yet become too severe; at least places like Milan still held great appeal.

But unfortunately, Ms. Fan in Zhao Fusheng's household had no interest in this.

“You go ahead,”

Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng. “Zheng Yao has urged you to return several times, hasn't she? While you've been here, they haven't dared to make many decisions. I know that.”

Although she wished her husband could stay with her forever, Fan Baobao understood that some things were beyond Zhao Fusheng's control.

It's often said that one is not one's own master in the world; for Zhao Fusheng, this saying was undoubtedly the most fitting.

After all this time, Fan Baobao sometimes wondered what life would have been like if Zhao Fusheng hadn't started his business and achieved such success.

But after thinking it over, she felt that if Zhao Fusheng hadn't succeeded in business, the fates of many people around them, including their two families, would have changed.

Even she herself would probably be different.

So, it was better not to dwell on such things.

“Why don't you come back with me when you have the time?”

Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao after some thought.

“Better not.”

Fan Baobao shook her head. “My mother's health can't handle such a strenuous journey. Although she's improved a lot recently, the doctor said she needs quiet recuperation.”

Li Yuan's health was ultimately a problem.

Zhao Fusheng sighed, naturally understanding that Fan Baobao was right.

Given his mother-in-law's current condition, if something went wrong during the trip, not to mention his own parents would be unhappy, even he himself wouldn't be able to face his wife and Fan Beibei.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao, “Let's do this: after I return home, I'll try to find some experts in traditional Chinese medicine and invite them here to see Mom.”

Zhao Fusheng was not superstitious about Western or Chinese medicine; he simply thought that treating Li Yuan from a comprehensive perspective might be more appropriate.

Fan Baobao understood his intention and nodded in agreement.

After so many years of marriage, the two were of one mind; there was no doubt about that.

Moreover, Fan Baobao knew that even Western doctors admitted that her mother needed quiet recuperation and regulation, and in that regard, traditional Chinese medicine was undoubtedly more authoritative.

They discussed this with Li Yuan and Zhao's parents, and the elders had no objections.

As a generation born under the red flag, they were probably more receptive to traditional Chinese practices than the younger generation.

Not that they were superstitious, but because people had lived this way for thousands of years.

Before Western medicine entered China, the common people relied on traditional Chinese medicine for medical treatment.

This was a habit of life, not something that could be changed casually.

Of course, Western medicine had its advanced aspects; otherwise, it wouldn't have become widely accepted.

But that didn't mean traditional Chinese medicine had no advantages at all.

Only those who forget their roots would completely deny the role of traditional Chinese medicine.

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With everything settled, Zhao Fusheng embarked on his journey back home.

Sitting on the plane, he was not in a very good mood.

After all, leaving his wife and parents, leaving his two lovely children—how could he be in a good mood?

To be honest, if it weren't unavoidable, Zhao Fusheng would have liked to stay home for a longer time.

“Chairman,”

Liu Yiming said softly to Zhao Fusheng, “Would you like to rest a while?”

“No,”

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. “Bring me the documents; let me have a look.”

Regardless, since things had come to this point, he had to move forward step by step.

Isn't that how life is?

Soon, Liu Yiming brought a stack of documents, and Zhao Fusheng began to read them one by one.

Before long, his brows furrowed together.

“What's going on? Why has the profit of Hanxing Investment dropped so sharply?”

Zhao Fusheng looked up at Liu Yiming.

“Well, I've inquired about it.”

Liu Yiming said to Zhao Fusheng, “South Korea's economic situation has been developing poorly in recent years. Although we've tried hard to adjust the industrial structure, according to President Wu and President Liang, South Korea's economic growth rate has fallen behind the global trend.”

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng sighed.

He really hadn't expected that his plan to invest in South Korea would now run into problems.

“Let's do this: notify Liang Jingyu and Wu Sijie to return home as soon as possible; I want to see them.”

Zhao Fusheng said to Liu Yiming after some thought.

Liu Yiming dared not delay and quickly nodded in agreement.

He naturally knew that Zhao Fusheng must have other arrangements.

“Also, at Jingdong Mall, Liu Qiangdong has launched a new round of financing; he plans to invest in physical stores and start getting involved in the logistics industry.”

Liu Yiming said to Zhao Fusheng, holding a report.

Logistics?

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

Liu Qiangdong was indeed restless, always fond of doing something or other.

Was this time any different?