Chapter 0304: I Believe You

As it turned out, it could be quite amusing if one person knew another too well.

Early the next morning, Zhao Fusheng, who had stayed up until late the night before finishing most of a script, heard a shrill scream from downstairs.

A smile crept across his lips. Zhao Fusheng was certain that Fan Baobao must have woken up.

"What's going on? Why am I sleeping here?"

Downstairs, Fan Baobao stared at herself in a daze. She was shocked to find herself wearing pajamas, sleeping on the living room sofa.

If she hadn't confirmed that her body was intact and she felt no discomfort, she might have suspected she had encountered a pervert.

She looked up at the second floor, but seeing no sign of Zhao Fusheng, she immediately ran back to her room without a second thought.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly in his room, too lazy to go downstairs and call out to her.

He lowered his head and continued writing the script on the computer.

By the afternoon, Zhao Fusheng had finished the complete script.

Of course, he had added some plot points, such as the anti-Japanese elements, to highlight the main theme.

Whether it would be accepted was up to Jiang Wen, the director. As the screenwriter, he had done all he could.

He dialed Jiang Wen's phone number, got his email address, and sent the script document directly.

"Old Jiang, I've sent you the script. Take a look." After saying that, Zhao Fusheng hung up immediately. He was exhausted—having stayed up all night writing and not eating anything in the morning, he just wanted to sleep.

Jiang Wen seemed to understand Zhao Fusheng's state and didn't waste words, letting him hang up.

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When Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes again, it was because he had been startled awake.

After all, anyone would be startled if a face suddenly appeared in front of them.

"What are you doing here?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao in front of him with a strange expression.

But at this moment, Miss Fan was holding her forehead, looking pained, and the parts visible between her fingers were all red.

"I saw you hadn't come out all day and was worried something happened to you," Fan Baobao said irritably. "Who knew you'd hit me the moment you saw me?"

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes. "If you opened your eyes and saw someone right in front of you, what would your first reaction be?"

"I'd definitely throw a punch…" Fan Baobao blurted out, but then stopped herself mid-sentence, changing her words: "I'd definitely think someone cares about me, and I should thank them sincerely and treat them to a meal as a thank-you."

Zhao Fusheng didn't say a word, just stared at Fan Baobao.

Only when Fan Baobao's face turned red did Zhao Fusheng give her a thumbs up.

"What do you mean?" Fan Baobao asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. "I'm giving you a thumbs up for your shamelessness!"

"Zhao Fusheng, you jerk!" Fan Baobao was furious. She lunged at him and landed on top of him with a thud.

They had been roughhousing like this since childhood, so Fan Baobao didn't hold back.

Zhao Fusheng didn't feel pain from her weight, but it was still a bit heavy. The key was that he had to avoid contact with certain sensitive areas. Although Fan Baobao was reckless, he couldn't be.

"Hey, hey, hey, get up first. Get up," Zhao Fusheng said seriously to Fan Baobao.

"Why?" Fan Baobao was relentless. "Apologize to me first!"

"Fine, fine, fine. I was wrong, okay?" Zhao Fusheng quickly said.

Only then did Fan Baobao get up, and then she looked at Zhao Fusheng and said, "Come on, you didn't actually write a script, did you?"

To be honest, she didn't really believe that Zhao Fusheng could write a script, but seeing him in this state—clearly exhausted from overwork—she was starting to have doubts.

Zhao Fusheng sighed, too lazy to explain much. After thinking for a moment, he said to Fan Baobao, "First, tell me: do you want to be an idol star, or do you want to be an actor?"

"Is there a difference?" Fan Baobao blinked at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Of course there is. If you choose the former, you'll be like those Hong Kong stars. Unless you reach the level of someone like Andy Lau, you'll fade out in about ten years. As for the latter, you probably won't lack acting roles until you're fifty. And if you act well, you can try directing or starting your own company. Understand?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then laughed. "I don't understand, but I'll just listen to you. That can't be wrong."

"Huh?"

This time it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be dumbfounded. What did she mean by "I don't understand, but I'll just listen to you"?

He looked at Fan Baobao helplessly. "Miss, this is about your future. You need to listen carefully."

Fan Baobao sprawled out like a big character on Zhao Fusheng's bed and said nonchalantly, "I've never been as smart as you, and you're even smarter now. So why should I bother thinking? I'll just follow your arrangements. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it. Don't worry, I'm naturally gifted. Whether it's idol style or acting style, I can handle it with ease."

In her view, Zhao Fusheng's choice was simply whether she should take the idol path or the acting path, and Fan Baobao was full of confidence in herself.

Zhao Fusheng lightly slapped his forehead. He knew he shouldn't have expected too much from this girl.

In her previous life, before moving, Fan Baobao had been like this—carefree about everything. Despite her good looks, she was simple-minded.

It was hard to imagine what kind of changes she had gone through to stand firm in the complex entertainment industry. Or perhaps she had lost too much.

"Forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything." Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to say more. He knew her personality too well. Since she said that, she really had made up her mind to follow his arrangements.

Originally, he had planned to take Fan Baobao to meet Jiang Wen and Wang Zhonglei, but then he thought that if he did, she would definitely think he had been lying to her all along.

At the thought, Zhao Fusheng's head started to ache.

He knew Fan Baobao's personality too well. On the surface, she seemed carefree, but she was actually very fragile and sensitive. She and her mother were living under his roof. If she found out that everything she had now was because of his behind-the-scenes efforts, she would definitely blow up.

The image flashed through his mind, and Zhao Fusheng felt an inexplicable pang of pain. So he decided not to bring it up.

"I'm going out to meet someone tonight. Do you want to come?" Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao after thinking.

"Male or female?" Fan Baobao lay on Zhao Fusheng's bed and asked casually.

"Male," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile. "And he's a middle-aged uncle."

"Then forget it. That's off-putting." Fan Baobao thought for a moment and shook her head. "I'm not interested in older men. Zhou Yun, on the other hand, really likes uncles."

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing because he remembered that, if he wasn't mistaken, Jiang Wen's second wife after his divorce was Zhou Yun.

Come to think of it, those two were quite fated to be connected to him.

"Laugh your head off. Cook me a meal before you go," Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng. This guy's sense of humor had been weird lately. Sometimes he'd laugh to himself for no reason over something she didn't even understand, and when she asked why, he'd hem and haw and refuse to say.

As a modern young beauty, Fan Baobao felt it was necessary to correct Zhao Fusheng's skewed worldview.

"Got it. What do you want to eat?" Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Egg fried rice. Seems like there's not much else to eat at this hour," Fan Baobao said.

Actually, she was easy to please. As long as she could eat her fill and the food wasn't too bad, she wasn't picky.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, suddenly nostalgic for things like Meituan and Ele.me. But then he thought that without smartphones, these things were unrealistic. Just like now, even though he knew express delivery was profitable, he still didn't dare to get involved.

Some things, even if you know how the future will turn out, you can't just reach out now.

Reach out recklessly, and you might get your arm broken.