Chapter 0315: A Child's Utterance

Zhao Fusheng really hadn't expected that Fan Baobao would knit a scarf for him. In his impression, she didn't seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng standing there dumbfounded and silent, Fan Baobao's face flushed slightly—whether from the cold or from shyness, he couldn't tell. She blinked and said, "Everyone in the dorm is knitting, so I knitted one too. I don't really have anyone else to give it to, so you take it."

Zhao Fusheng nodded blankly. Although the scarf wasn't particularly good-looking, he was in a very good mood.

"By the way, I didn't mention it earlier, but thank you." Fan Baobao suddenly spoke rapidly.

She said those last three words very quickly; if you weren't listening carefully, you wouldn't have heard them at all.

Zhao Fusheng felt that there were too many surprises today, so he just nodded without speaking.

The best understanding in the world is not someone who understands what you imply, but someone who understands what you hold back.

Murphy's Law tells us that the more we fear something, the more likely it is to happen. Poor people always worry about their lives getting worse, but often the poor become poorer.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't worried about anything else before; he was only concerned that Fan Baobao was putting too much pressure on herself, and if she ended up taking the wrong path again, it would be trouble.

After all, in the entertainment industry, there are too many temptations; if one can't hold onto their true heart, it's easy to fall into the abyss.

Fortunately, Dad Zhao's entrepreneurial success completely eliminated the financial pressure on the whole family, so Fan Baobao no longer needed to work herself to the bone to repay debts.

Or, to be more precise, she now only needed to focus on her studies, and after graduation, try to see if she could become a big star, then repay Dad and Mom Zhao in other ways.

She no longer had to consider using her slender shoulders to bear the heavy burden of the entire family.

There was no helping it; Zhao Fusheng knew Fan Baobao too well. If Dad Zhao's business had failed, Fan Baobao would have unhesitatingly taken on a frenzy of roles and advertisements, even sacrificing herself, to ensure the whole family lived a good life.

When can a person be certain that they care about something or like someone?

Zhao Fusheng himself didn't really know. In his previous life, he and his ex-wife were introduced by acquaintances. Both were older singles, leftover men and women. They got married after a few months of dating, with little emotional foundation; more than anything, they were just settling down to live together. Moreover, after marriage, he had no real ability and couldn't provide her with a rich material life. They had no children, so in the end, they separated.

Zhao Fusheng never blamed his ex-wife, because for both of them, there was no undying love between them. They were like two strangers who, having reached a certain age, needed marriage to bind their lives together.

Many of us encounter such a life, and many people will miss their ex, thinking about how things used to be, but the ex is already in the past. Cherishing the present life is what truly matters.

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For children, the New Year is undoubtedly the happiest time. Fan Beibei received five big red envelopes in total. Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao each gave her two hundred yuan, and Li Yuan, along with Zhao's dad and mom, also gave her money.

The little girl held the five red envelopes with a delighted face. To her, the amount of money in the envelopes didn't matter; what mattered was the number.

At that moment, Li Yuan walked up to Fan Beibei with a smile and said, "Beibei, are you happy to get the New Year's money?"

"Happy!"

The little girl said in a babyish voice.

At her age, she couldn't perceive the changes in her surroundings.

After she was born, Fan Jian was actually rarely at home, and he didn't pay much attention to this youngest daughter. Naturally, Fan Beibei's bond with her father wasn't very deep.

Many people always say that blood is thicker than water, but this statement is actually problematic.

Because in childhood, a person has no concept of right and wrong or good and evil. That is to say, if you take a child away from her parents before she can remember things and keep it a secret, then that child will definitely forget her biological parents.

There is no doubt about this.

At the very least, right now, Fan Beibei didn't miss her father at all.

"Beibei, what are you going to do with your red envelopes?" Li Yuan asked Fan Beibei.

Fan Beibei tilted her head and thought for a long time, then bit her finger and said, "Mommy, can I buy candy for brother?"

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then they all laughed together.

Fan Beibei and Zhao Fusheng's bond was indeed very strong. No matter how busy he was, as long as he had time to come back, Zhao Fusheng would hold Fan Beibei and take her out to play. In his words, a child this age should just play happily all day long.

And Fan Beibei really did give him face. Usually, when she was crying and fussing, as long as you told her, 'If you do this, big brother won't like you anymore,' the little girl would immediately behave, and she would even ask not to be told about her naughty behavior.

"Beibei is such a good girl, mwah." Zhao Fusheng was overjoyed. He leaned over to Fan Beibei, planted a kiss on her tender little cheek, then looked up and glanced at Fan Baobao.

Some words didn't need to be said too clearly; Fan Baobao instantly understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

"This bastard!"

Cursing silently in her heart, Fan Baobao blinked her eyes and leaned toward her sister: "Beibei, who do you like the most?"

As she spoke, she pulled out another red envelope and waved it in front of her sister's eyes—this was what Aunt Zhao had just given her. Clearly, if Fan Beibei's answer satisfied her, the owner of this red envelope would change.

"Big brother."

Fan Beibei showed no consideration for her own sister and answered crisply.

Darkness flashed before her eyes. Fan Baobao felt utterly terrible. She glared at her sister, then shook the red envelope in front of her again: "Beibei, think carefully. Who do you like the most?"

Unfortunately, Fan Beibei, adhering to the principle of being incorruptible by riches or poverty, looked at her sister suspiciously and tentatively said: "Grandpa Mao?"

Pfft!

Poor Uncle Zhao was drinking, and he sprayed it out in one go. Luckily, it wasn't aimed at the table, but even so, he coughed repeatedly, choked.

"Who taught her that?" Fan Baobao turned her head in a daze and looked at the elders. Aunt Zhao and Li Yuan looked bewildered, completely clueless about what was going on.

Instead, Zhao Fusheng's face flushed slightly, and he coughed a few times: "Ahem, well, what Beibei said does make some sense..."

"Zhao Fusheng! I'll fight you!" Fan Baobao instantly lost her composure and lunged at Zhao Fusheng: "You bastard, give me back my sister, give me back my little sister!"

Zhao Fusheng wasn't stupid; how could he let her hit him? He turned and ran, and the two chased each other around the small room.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhao finally stopped them, or Fan Baobao would never have let it go today.

"Baobao, you're a grown-up now. You have no ladylike demeanor at all. Behave!" Li Yuan said while cleaning the table, shooting a glare at Fan Baobao.

"And you too, Fusheng. Beibei is still so young. What nonsense are you teaching her?"

Zhao Fusheng was secretly gloating, but Li Yuan didn't let him off either, glaring at him as she spoke.

He smiled sheepishly, blinked, and said nothing. In his previous life, he had no children and no experience in coaxing kids, so when he was with Fan Beibei, he naturally said whatever came to mind. As for whether the reasoning might be inappropriate, he didn't pay attention.

The key point was that he never expected Fan Baobao to be so bored as to bribe her own little sister with a red envelope.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao and found her still glaring at him.

He stuck his tongue out at her, flashed a triumphant smile, reached out to pick up Fan Beibei, and the two whispered to each other. The little girl occasionally let out crisp laughter, making Fan Baobao's teeth itch with anger.

"Big brother, Mom said she'll keep my New Year's money for me, and when I grow up, I can buy candy for you." Fan Beibei whispered in Zhao Fusheng's ear.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered that his mother had said the same thing to him when he was a child.

He blinked and smiled at Fan Beibei: "Okay then, big brother will wait. When Beibei grows up, we'll eat together."

"Mm." The little girl nodded vigorously. To her, this was something to look forward to immensely.

On the TV, the Spring Festival Gala was gradually coming to an end. As the New Year's bell tolled, the Spring Festival of the millennium arrived on schedule.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers outside the window and the New Year greetings from the hosts on TV, Zhao Fusheng held Fan Beibei in his arms, his face full of happy smiles.

In the kitchen, Aunt Zhao and Li Yuan were busy, planning to cut some fruit.

Meanwhile, Uncle Zhao was constantly answering phone calls. People were greeting him for the New Year, and he also had to greet some acquaintances. After all, his status had changed now—from a laid-off worker to a shopping mall boss. Zhao Fusheng knew that his father needed time to adapt and also time to develop.

And on the sofa not far from him, Fan Baobao was watching him with envy. Yes, she was envious and jealous, because her sister, who had always been inseparable from her, now seemed glued to Zhao Fusheng, not even glancing at her.

As a sister-con, Fan Baobao's heart was almost broken.

Zhao Fusheng whispered a few words in the little girl's ear. Fan Beibei struggled down from his arms, hopped over to Fan Baobao, and in her surprised gaze, said crisply: "Sister, Happy New Year. May you become more and more beautiful."

Even though she knew Zhao Fusheng had taught her that, Fan Baobao's heart was still deeply moved. She reached out to pick up her sister, gave her a big kiss on the cheek, and said happily: "Thank you, Beibei. Beibei is the best. Here, sister's red envelope is for you."

Fan Beibei giggled, and where her sister couldn't see, she winked at Zhao Fusheng, who was also smiling.

Life, it's all tricks!