Chapter 0227: Good Luck

From filling out college applications to seeking advice on romance, every decision in life comes with a variety of suggestions. Success brings joy and gratitude, but failure brings depression and blame.

And the most helpless thing in this world is when loved ones try to control your life under the guise of 'for your own good.' What's even more frightening is that when we grow up, we say the same things to our children.

'Whether you understand it or not, I'm doing this for your own good. You'll understand later...'

This is not to deny the love of elders for the younger generation, but sometimes, people think differently, and experience may not solve all problems.

For Zhao Fusheng, the issue between him and Fan Baobao was best left to time to resolve, because both he and Fan Baobao were still young.

Many people in their twenties or thirties prattle on about how 'plain living is true,' but as the old monk said, one must eventually see mountains as mountains. Yet have these people ever experienced seeing mountains as not mountains? If you don't seize the chance while young to walk away, to brave fire and water, and pretend to be detached from the world without ever entering it, do you think you're a living Buddha reborn?

To speak of 'plain living' before forty is laziness, fear, a craving for comfort, a cowardly dog that dares not face the world.

Zhao Fusheng had no desire to be a dormant coward; his goal was the future.

Watching those around him all occupied with their own affairs—Wang Jinghua chatting with an acquaintance, Liu Dehua and the others busy with their own things—Zhao Fusheng blinked and suddenly felt there was no point in staying. He simply put down his drink and wandered off on his own.

In his previous life, he had only seen photos of Haidong online, but he never expected that Haidong, which would be prosperous a decade later, was not so beautiful now.

To be precise, it was just beginning to be developed.

Taking out his phone, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and dialed the number of Fan Baobao's dormitory.

'Hello, who are you looking for?' A slightly familiar voice came through the receiver.

'Zhou Yun?' Zhao Fusheng hesitated and asked tentatively. The voice sounded like Zhou Yun's.

'Ah, it's me. Are you Zhao Fusheng?' Zhou Yun was startled for a moment, then quickly recognized his voice and said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: 'Yes, could you please get Fan Baobao for me?'

'Sure,' Zhou Yun said. 'Baobao, your Zhao Fusheng is on the phone...'

Zhao Fusheng heard several girls on the other end start teasing Fan Baobao. It seemed his treat last time had worked well; at least she had quickly integrated into the dorm.

Soon, Fan Baobao's vigorous voice came through: 'What do you want?'

'Sister Hua just talked to me about your family,' Zhao Fusheng said briefly, finally adding, 'I didn't hide anything from her, including Uncle Fan's situation.'

Fan Baobao's family background might be unknown now, but once she truly became famous, it would inevitably attract attention. There are no permanent secrets in this world; any secret can be hidden from most people for a time, or even from everyone if you're clever enough.

But there is no wall that doesn't leak, and paper can't wrap fire forever. One day, the secret will come to light, and the trouble it causes might be even greater.

Zhao Fusheng knew all too well about the future media. Those paparazzi could dig up even the color of a celebrity's underwear; they were practically gods.

Things like 'Monday See, Wednesday See' were common. Zhao Fusheng didn't want to become the protagonist of such news one day.

For him, making the entertainment headline was definitely not a happy thing.

'I understand. It's good that you told her, to avoid problems later.' Fan Baobao nodded and said to Zhao Fusheng.

She wasn't stupid. A manager should indeed know more about her situation. As long as it wasn't too private, these things should be told to Wang Jinghua.

'As long as you understand,' Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Baobao. 'I'll have her bring you some local specialties later. The fruit here in Haidong is pretty good.'

'How did you end up in Haidong?' Fan Baobao asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng then remembered that she didn't know he had come to Haidong to shoot an ad.

Smiling, he explained the situation and said to Fan Baobao, 'Let me tell you, from now on you have to treat me with more respect, got it?'

Fan Baobao was still digesting this news. After a long moment, she asked in surprise, 'Are you saying you're a planner now?'

Zhao Fusheng nodded: 'The company was short-handed, so I came along. Ahem, mainly to assist others.'

He certainly wouldn't tell Fan Baobao his true identity; she would probably go crazy. But it was okay to tell her a little.

Sure enough, Fan Baobao didn't think much of it after hearing his words, since she already knew he worked at Zheng Yao's company.

'Then take care of yourself and don't cause any trouble,' Fan Baobao advised Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: 'Don't worry, it'll be fine.'

They chatted a bit more, and Fan Baobao asked about the family situation before hanging up.

Putting down the phone, Fan Baobao looked puzzled and muttered, 'This guy, why can't he just go to school like a normal person?'

'What's wrong?' Zhou Yun asked Fan Baobao curiously. Although she said she hated Zhao Fusheng, every time she got a call from him, she seemed in a good mood. But this time she looked dejected, and Zhou Yun didn't know why.

Fan Baobao looked up and didn't hide it from Zhou Yun. She said helplessly, 'That guy went to Haidong to shoot an ad.'

'Haidong?'

Her dormmates were all surprised, as Haidong was still quite unfamiliar to them.

'Wait, Baobao, your boyfriend is interesting. I remember he's a junior, right? How did he end up in Haidong shooting an ad?' a roommate teased Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao smiled bitterly and nodded: 'Yeah, who knows what's up with him. Remember that Boss Zheng I told you about, the one who had me shoot the ad? Zhao Fusheng works in her company as an assistant.'

'Hmm, that Future Advertising?' someone immediately thought of the name.

Fan Baobao nodded: 'Yes, that company.'

The roommates, all from the class of '96, exchanged glances, and the dorm suddenly fell silent.

'What's wrong?' Fan Baobao was a bit confused. The worst thing in a conversation was when everyone suddenly stopped talking and it got quiet.

The roommates looked at Fan Baobao, shook their heads, and said together, 'You lucky girl, you really have good luck.'

Fan Baobao blinked, still looking completely bewildered.