Chapter 0339 Farewell

Although Fan Baobao did not understand Zhao Fusheng's meaning, she knew very well that Zhao Fusheng would not harm her. This alone was enough for her to keep the few words he had just said in her heart.

This was a long-term infiltration, a trust built over nearly twenty years of acquaintance. No matter how time and space shifted, Fan Baobao trusted Zhao Fusheng.

The snow in the north had already warmed the bitter winter; the biting cold wind only lingered during the few days of the Spring Festival. After the New Year passed, the footsteps of spring drew near. Having stayed in Shanghai for a few days and suddenly returning to Ninghai, Zhao Fusheng felt that his resistance to the cold seemed to have weakened considerably.

Three days, seventy-two hours in theory, seemed to pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, Fan Baobao was about to leave home again for school.

Li Yuan, Zhao's father, Zhao's mother, and the others did not come to the airport to see her off. Only Zhao Fusheng accompanied her to the airport.

"After I leave, come home often to visit. Uncle and Auntie may not say it out loud, but they really miss you," Fan Baobao said as she got out of the car, addressing Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Got it. You too, when you get to Beijing, don't just hang out with Zhou Yun all day. Occasionally interact with others more. More friends mean more paths. They may not be true friends, but at least don't have no friends."

"No one likes loneliness; they just don't want to force friendships, which only bring disappointment." Fan Baobao suddenly said something very literary.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, looking at her in surprise.

"Ahem, how was that? Did I read it well? After reading Murakami's book, this is my favorite line." Fan Baobao's goddess aura didn't last a few seconds before she quickly returned to her usual self.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and decided to ignore this crazy girl.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at you, no sense of humor at all." Seeing Zhao Fusheng ignore her and walk straight ahead, Fan Baobao quickly chased after him.

Arriving at the airport waiting hall, Zhao Fusheng handed the suitcase to Fan Baobao: "Go on. After security, wait at the boarding gate."

"I know," Fan Baobao nodded. "I've seen a pig run even if I haven't eaten pork..."

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng said helplessly: "I beg you, act like a girl, okay? Be civilized, be civilized."

"Got it, don't worry. I'm only like this with you. In front of others, they all say I'm very ladylike," Fan Baobao said with a grin.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, not believing her at all, and said softly: "Call home when you have time. Auntie misses you a lot."

Although Li Yuan never said it out loud, Zhao Fusheng had seen her several times secretly stroking Fan Baobao's photo.

Adults just like to hold back, bearing the burdens of their age with feigned strength while busy with life.

Fan Baobao gently nodded: "I know. I'm leaving now."

Zhao Fusheng patted her head. Although Fan Baobao had repeatedly protested, he still liked doing it: "Go on. Call me if anything comes up."

"Hmph, what's the use of calling you?" Habitually retorting to Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao then nodded: "I know. I've memorized your number long ago."

After saying that, she didn't say another word, turned around, and walked toward the security checkpoint.

Watching the girl's back, a smile appeared on Zhao Fusheng's face.

Everyone dies, but not everyone truly lives. Some live as ruins, others as walking corpses.

In his previous life, he and Fan Baobao were actually the same. He lived like a walking corpse, going through the motions of life, while she, under the spotlight all day, forced a smile and did things she didn't like, living a life like a ruin.

That was an era where loyalty weighed a thousand catties could not rival four ounces of cleavage. Many people even got used to living in lies, hypnotizing themselves all day, telling themselves that what was before them was the life they wanted.

Although lying is human nature, because most of the time people dare not even be honest with themselves, the reason being that people are too fragile, so they lie, even to themselves.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng watched Fan Baobao pass through security, saw her wave goodbye, and gestured for her to go in quickly. Then he walked out of the airport.

People always think that at some specific moment, all mistakes will be corrected, all wounds healed. But such a moment never exists. All of us move forward through life broken.

The hurt in Fan Baobao's heart would always remain. Her father had destroyed her life. Zhao Fusheng knew very well that if he hadn't appeared, Fan Baobao might have still gone down the old path.

Now, the scars in her heart were covered by happiness. As long as she could continue to be happy, this hurt would not erupt. And what he had to do was ensure she would always be this happy.

Zhao Fusheng remembered watching a movie, the name forgotten, but a line in it he remembered clearly: "Women and children can be careless, but men cannot."

Sitting in the taxi, Zhao Fusheng took out his phone and dialed Li Yuan's number.

"Auntie, I've sent Baobao off."

"Mm, it's okay, she's fine. Mm-hmm, I know. Tell my mom so she won't worry."

Hanging up, Zhao Fusheng propped his chin with one hand and looked out the window at the sky.

The azure sky was cloudless. In a daze, Zhao Fusheng seemed to see his former self, the former Fan Baobao. At that time, her mood when leaving home might have been sorrowful.

They say a lifetime is very short, like a white pony's shadow passing by a crevice, fleeting. But Zhao Fusheng felt that friendship was not like that, because our feelings are like high mountains and great rivers, endless.

Of course, youth is sometimes like a river; as it flows, it turns into muddy soup.

People can selectively forget some unpleasant things, but they must never forget what they want. Although we all know that things that have happened cannot be forgotten, only recalled with difficulty.

"Buzz!"

The phone vibrated. Taking it out and glancing at it, Zhao Fusheng straightened up, and his expression turned serious.

The reason was simple: this call was from Cheng Gong.

Before Cheng Gong went to Shenzhen, Zhao Fusheng had called Mr. Ma, telling him that his agent lawyer would go to sign the contract. Three days had passed, and it seemed there was already a result.

Pressing the answer button, Zhao Fusheng held the phone and said, "Hello, this is Zhao Fusheng."

Cheng Gong's voice came through the receiver: "Mr. Zhao, this is Cheng Gong."

Judging by his tone, there seemed to be no problem. Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I hope Lawyer Cheng can bring me good news, because I'm not in a very good mood right now."

After all, Fan Baobao had left, and Zhao Fusheng had recalled past events, so his mood was certainly not great.

Cheng Gong laughed: "Others say my name is well-chosen, that I always help my clients. Now I think maybe my name really was calculated."

"Oh?" Zhao Fusheng was startled, raising his voice: "Lawyer Cheng, do you mean..."

"I have just signed the agreement with Mr. Ma. As long as you transfer that one million to their company's account, you will officially become one of Tencent's shareholders," Cheng Gong said with a smile. "Additionally, I need to fly to Ninghai for you to sign the contract. Also, regarding the stock gift you mentioned earlier, they agreed, but Mr. Ma requested that you cannot gift the shares to someone in the same industry..."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Lawyer Cheng. I'll wait for you in Ninghai."

Hanging up, he blinked, feeling his heartbeat quicken. The gloomy mood caused by Fan Baobao's departure had lightened considerably.

After all, for him, now owning shares in these two companies was like having a guarantee.

Even if Zhao Fusheng accomplished nothing in the future, he could live a worry-free life on dividends alone.

They say a cunning rabbit has three burrows. In just over half a year, he had already prepared two escape routes. Zhao Fusheng felt that he could finally roll up his sleeves and go all out.