Chapter 0471: The First Day

Some feelings are sometimes hard to describe in words.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Fusheng had never thought Fan Baobao looked so beautiful. At that moment, looking at the girl before him—her delicate face, her big, sparkling eyes—scenes from his past and present life flashed before his eyes.

Her laughter, her tears, every time she brushed past him.

The youthful years they walked side by side, the past life where they missed each other.

And now, the reunion.

There was a time when Zhao Fusheng had countless memories of the past—distant yet familiar—moments that stirred distant recollections, things he regretted so much that he would sit up in the middle of the night.

All that had passed was finally over.

With ambition ahead, one must forge ahead, never forgetting the original intention.

Time in Zhao Fusheng's mind slowed down at that moment. In Fan Baobao's astonished gaze, Zhao Fusheng lowered his head and kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, Fan Baobao's eyes flew wide open.

“You, mm…” Fan Baobao’s words were cut off before she could finish.

I keep a lamp lit for you, so your heart will never near dusk. In my heart, there is no dusk; with you, it’s always like the early morning of early spring.

Zhao Fusheng’s character was always such: if he didn’t do something, he wouldn’t; but if he did, he would see it through to the end.

So, when he let go of Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng said seriously, “Now you have no choice but to marry me.”

Fan Baobao’s face turned crimson. She shot Zhao Fusheng a glare, said nothing, stood up, and walked straight back into the room.

Zhao Fusheng didn’t stop her, because at that moment his own heart was racing. Though he had lived decades across two lives, the problem was that, to him, Fan Baobao was different from anyone else.

But watching Fan Baobao’s back, Zhao Fusheng frowned, hesitated, opened his mouth, but still said nothing.

Actually, he wanted to tell her that the room she went into was his.

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The room had been taken over by someone shy. Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to lie down on the sofa in the living room. After all, it was hot everywhere in summer.

He turned on the TV and watched some boring drama, but his mind was not on it at all.

Everything was so natural, as if it had been meant to be.

Maybe in the past life, if he had been a little braver, if the Fan family hadn’t had that incident, he and Fan Baobao would have slowly come together like this.

A smile crept onto his lips. Zhao Fusheng shook his head. Now, he had to admit that he had liked Fan Baobao, that girl, for a long time.

It was just that he, always slow on the uptake when it came to feelings, hadn’t realized it yet.

The question now was whether Fan Baobao, that girl, could come around.

That answer could probably only be given by Fan Baobao, who was at that moment lying on Zhao Fusheng’s bed.

“What do I do? What do I do?”

In Zhao Fusheng’s room, Fan Baobao was like an ant on a hot pan.

At that moment, she had never imagined that Zhao Fusheng would just kiss her like that.

To be honest, if it had been anyone else, Fan Baobao would have unceremoniously slapped them. But since it was Zhao Fusheng, not only did she not resist, she even felt a hint of secret joy.

“That bastard, he didn’t even give me a rose, and he kissed me!” Fan Baobao suddenly sat up, muttering indignantly.

In her mind, if someone were to confess to her, there should at least be a bunch of roses and a romantic atmosphere. How could he just kiss her so hastily on the sofa?

“Wuwu, my first kiss…”

Just as she was about to demand an explanation for her first kiss, Fan Baobao froze the next moment. Wait, no—it seemed that in second grade, to test whether kissing could make babies, she had already kissed Zhao Fusheng. And back then, she had been the one to initiate it.

“What do I do? He’s definitely going to laugh at me.” Fan Baobao cupped her cheeks in her hands, looking helpless.

As they say, it sneaks in with the wind and moistens things silently. Many things are actually destined from the very beginning.

Two people, each with their own thoughts—one in the living room, one in the room—silently pondered their own concerns.

And Zhou Yun, who knew nothing of this, woke up from her nap at five in the evening.

“Why are you here alone? Where’s Baobao?” Coming out and seeing Zhao Fusheng sitting alone on the sofa, Zhou Yun asked him curiously.

“In my room.” Zhao Fusheng pointed toward the room and replied.

“Oh.” Though a bit puzzled, Zhou Yun still walked over and gently knocked on the door. “Baobao, Baobao, what are you doing?”

A moment later, the door opened a crack, and Fan Baobao showed half her face. “Is Zhao Fusheng gone?”

“He’s in the living room.” Zhou Yun looked bewildered, not knowing what those two were up to. She said helplessly, “How did you end up in his room?”

“Ah, nothing, nothing. I just came to take a nap.” Fan Baobao’s eyes were a bit flustered, and she quickly changed the subject. “Xiao Yun, how many auditions do we still have left?”

“Huh?” Zhou Yun was taken aback, then thought for a moment and said, “About twenty more. Are you still going to go?”

“Yes, why not? I don’t believe no one has an eye for talent.” Fan Baobao gritted her teeth and said angrily.

She was really going all out. In Fan Baobao’s view, although she and Zhou Yun were inexperienced in acting, they couldn’t possibly be as bad as that assistant director had said—so bad they couldn’t even get a bit part.

That was her personality: the more someone said she couldn’t do it, the more she had to prove to them that she could.

Zhou Yun nodded. “Alright then, let’s go out to eat first, then come back and prepare, and go again tomorrow.”

She was also proud. As a top student from the Central Academy of Drama, having failed auditions at over a dozen production teams in a row and being humiliated like that, it was impossible for her not to be angry.

Once they had settled that, they walked to the living room, where Zhao Fusheng was sitting upright, watching TV.

Of course, even so, the corner of his eye was still fixed on Fan Baobao. This matter was crucial—it would determine whether Fan Baobao would accept the change in their relationship.

“Let’s go out to eat.” Fan Baobao’s voice was very calm as she looked at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, blinked, then nodded. “Alright.”

“Go out to eat?” Zhou Yun was a bit surprised, but immediately said, “Then I’ll go change my clothes.”

With that, she turned and went back to her room to change.

Only Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng were left in the living room. Before Zhao Fusheng could speak, Fan Baobao shot him a fierce glare. “Did you plan this all along?”

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was completely baffled. What kind of script was this?