Chapter 0285: Revealing the Truth

As said in *The Continent*: Every farewell should be made with extra effort. One more sentence might be the last. One more glance might be the last.

The transition between people from strangers to acquaintances requires fate and opportunity.

Take Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao, for example—one a student, the other a counselor; that itself is fate. The opportunity lies in Zheng Yao's breakup and her desire to start a business, while Zhao Fusheng, as a reborn person, needs someone to stand at the forefront.

Thus, many things in this world often defy rational explanation.

Before Dong Guoxiang returned home, Zhao Fusheng asked him to help move the computer and server from the dormitory to the new house. After inspecting the decoration, Zhao Fusheng was quite satisfied, as the renovation standards at this time were generally just so-so.

"Fusheng, maybe I won't go back for now," Dong Guoxiang said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "No need, I don't have much to do anyway. You can come after the eighth day of the New Year. I'm going to Shanghai early next month."

Dong Guoxiang nodded: "Alright, I'll try to come as early as possible."

He wasn't stupid; a boss as generous as Zhao Fusheng was rare, and he was also a good person.

After seeing Dong Guoxiang off, Zhao Fusheng lay on the bed and pondered for a long time. He still needed to tell his family about this, after all, it was the New Year, and he had to inform his parents that he wouldn't be staying in the dormitory.

With that in mind, he packed up and took the bus straight to Hualian Department Store.

His parents were surely not at home at this hour; it was better to go to the store.

As it turned out, Zhao Fusheng's guess was correct—he found his mother in the store office.

"Why are you here?" Mother Zhao looked at her son in surprise, asking curiously.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, wanting to ask her if he was really her biological son.

At that moment, Fan Beibei came over, reaching out her little hand to Zhao Fusheng: "Brother, hug."

"Good girl." Zhao Fusheng picked up the little girl and asked with a smile: "Is Beibei being good? Having fun at the store?"

"Fun," Fan Beibei said sweetly, "Beibei is in charge of asking for money."

"Asking for money?"

Zhao Fusheng looked confused.

Fan Beibei nodded, extending her little hand: "Me, Beibei, give money!"

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng stared at the girl in bewilderment, then turned to Li Yuan and his mother, who were already laughing: "What's going on?"

Li Yuan explained with a smile. It turned out that Fan Beibei had once overheard Li Yuan and Mother Zhao talking about hiring cashiers at the supermarket and somehow remembered it.

Since then, she would say to everyone: "Me, Fan Beibei, give money!"

The three-year-old girl, with her adorable expression, would make anyone smile.

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily, holding the little girl. At just three, she already showed signs of being a beauty. With her cute expression, Zhao Fusheng even thought that if she became a star in the future, she would be more likely to rise to fame than Fan Baobao.

After all, as someone who had lived a second time, Zhao Fusheng knew very well how appealing a naturally cute little girl could be.

"Beibei, remember, you have to stay beautiful when you grow up, okay?" Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Beibei with a smile. "We don't get double eyelid surgeries or anything like that, got it?"

"Oh, got it, brother." Though she didn't understand what Zhao Fusheng was saying, the little girl nodded earnestly.

Zhao Fusheng said this for a reason. In the future, there would be two terrifying forms of magic.

The first is called Meitu Xiuxiu, and the second is called makeup.

The most obvious example is that under the influence of these two magics, countless men, when meeting online dates, would look up and shout: "Liar!"

No matter how ugly or chubby a woman was, as long as she mastered these two magics, everyone became a celestial being, everyone a queen of acting. Even seasoned drivers couldn't tell whether the girl in the photo was a true beauty or a fake dinosaur.

"By the way, why did you come here?" Mother Zhao looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely. "You never come when I ask you to, so why today?"

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I can't help much anyway, so why would I come?"

Then he said to Mother Zhao: "Teacher Zheng bought a house and asked me to stay there during the winter break."

"Ah?"

Mother Zhao and Li Yuan were both stunned. If not for Zheng Yao's identity as a counselor, they might have suspected some improper relationship between the two.

Even so, Mother Zhao's expression was not good, and Li Yuan felt even more embarrassed, knowing that if it weren't for their mother-daughter stay at the Zhao home, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have had to move out.

Zhao Fusheng smiled wryly, knowing this would happen, and quickly explained: "Here's the thing: I designed an ad for the company earlier, and it worked really well. Now Teacher Zheng wants me to finish writing the rest of the campaign, so she let me stay in her newly bought house while she's at her new company in Binzhou."

"What ad?" Mother Zhao didn't believe Zhao Fusheng at all. What ad could be that effective?

"Ahem, well, have you seen that ad for Brain Gold recently?" Zhao Fusheng hesitated, a bit embarrassed to ask.

Mother Zhao was taken aback, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise: "You planned that?"

"The one with 'No gifts this holiday season'?" Li Yuan blurted out.

"Only Brain Gold as gifts!"

Fan Beibei's clear voice rang out, sounding especially cute in the quiet office.

Zhao Fusheng felt a bit awkward, showing a shy expression.

"Wait, son, are you saying that Brain Gold, which is selling like crazy now, was your ad campaign?" Mother Zhao blinked, asking Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "To be precise, I wrote it a long time ago, and it aired on New Year's Day."

"Child, how did you come up with that? That ad..." Li Yuan looked helpless and couldn't help but pat Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder.

Mother Zhao also covered her forehead: "Don't ever say you're my son when you go out, got it?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed awkwardly. To be honest, the Brain Gold ad campaign was really not good—both in creativity and content, it was almost brainless. It succeeded only because it grasped the essence of advertising.

But if Zhao Fusheng had to go out and claim it as his own work, he would never admit it.

After all, it was hardly something to be proud of.

"Anyway, Teacher Zheng wants me to finish writing the rest of the campaign, so I'll stay there during the New Year," Zhao Fusheng said to Li Yuan and his mother.

Mother Zhao was about to say something, but she saw Li Yuan gently shake her head at her. Not knowing why, she could only nod and say, "Since that's the case, then stay there."

Zhao Fusheng didn't notice the expressions of the two elders. Carrying Fan Beibei, he turned and headed to the play area in the store's shopping mall.