Chapter 0535: The Heart Is Unfathomable

When Zhao Fusheng returned to the dormitory, Tan Kaixuan was lying on his bed groaning, clearly exhausted from the day. Hearing a knock at the door, Tan Kaixuan had already gotten up, but when he saw it was Zhao Fusheng pushing the door open, he lay back down.

“Close the door properly.”

Tan Kaixuan said lazily, “You came pretty fast.”

“I was nearby anyway.” Zhao Fusheng walked to his bed and sat down as he replied.

But seeing Tan Kaixuan’s state, he frowned. “Are you okay like this?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t die.” Tan Kaixuan waved his hand from the bed. “Just a bit overworked. I’ll rest another day and be fine. You know my physique—strong as an ox.”

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to say anything more to this guy.

Still, Tan Kaixuan’s physical condition was indeed excellent. Zhao Fusheng knew that well. In the whole dorm, aside from himself, this guy had the best body. When playing basketball, even if he wasn’t skilled, he could shove opponents aside with his bulk—like a human tyrannosaur.

“By the way, have you been to see Wang Zhen?” Zhao Fusheng suddenly asked Tan Kaixuan. Regarding Wang Zhen’s case, although he had appealed, there was still room for leniency. Legally, visits were not allowed before the verdict, but law is not beyond human sentiment. By giving some favors to the detention center guards through connections, visits were possible every week.

That was how Zhao Fusheng had seen Wang Zhen before, and Dong Chenxi too.

Zhao Fusheng had assumed Tan Kaixuan had done the same, but Tan Kaixuan’s words made him pause.

Tan Kaixuan gave a bitter smile and shook his head at Zhao Fusheng. “Don’t even mention it!”

Zhao Fusheng frowned. “What happened?”

He thought Tan Kaixuan had run into trouble visiting Wang Zhen. If so, he might need to ask his father for help.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng’s expression, Tan Kaixuan knew he must have misunderstood and quickly explained.

After a long while, Zhao Fusheng looked at Tan Kaixuan with a mix of amusement and exasperation, utterly speechless.

“See? You didn’t expect that either, did you?” Tan Kaixuan said, as if he had anticipated Zhao Fusheng’s reaction.

Zhao Fusheng was silent for about half a minute, then nodded.

He really hadn’t expected Tan Kaixuan to give such an answer.

Wang Zhen was indeed in trouble!

But the source of the trouble wasn’t outsiders—it was his own family.

Wang Zhen’s parents thought that since the case had already come to this, they might as well stop spending money. No need to pull strings or anything. Let it be whatever it would be. At worst, they’d accept the verdict. After all, Ma Lina wasn’t dead; at most it was intentional injury.

“Old Wang’s parents’ idea is that the family’s resources are limited. If they spend all the money on this case, what will the family do later?” Tan Kaixuan said helplessly. “And they’re quite dissatisfied with you. They think you led Wang Zhen to start a business, but when trouble came, you disappeared. And you call yourselves good friends…”

Zhao Fusheng was silent.

In this adult world of reality, separation is always the main theme; gatherings and joys are merely interludes before parting. Any seemingly unbreakable bond, just when you’re cherishing their lasting friendship and solidarity, a black swan appears to tell you: don’t be naive, child.

It’s the same among friends. At different stages of life, different people stay. Some come, some leave. Some friends you don’t know how you grew close to; some friends you don’t know how you drifted apart. Loneliness—a common ailment of big cities. Many people stay together not because they enjoy each other’s company, but because they fear being alone.

But Zhao Fusheng never expected Wang Zhen’s family to shift the blame onto him.

By their logic, was it a mistake for him to help Wang Zhen make money?

“Forget it, let them be.” Zhao Fusheng sighed, dejected.

Since things had come to this, there was nothing more to say. Some people always see things from their own self-centered perspective, and any explanation from others is meaningless.

“What did Wang Zhen say?” Zhao Fusheng then thought of something and asked Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan shrugged. “He’s fine. He just told me not to worry.”

Zhao Fusheng sighed again and said nothing more. At this point, even if Wang Zhen wanted to say something, it would be useless. Zhao Fusheng had long known Wang Zhen’s parents’ temperament.

Fate always likes to play jokes on people. But this time, for Wang Zhen, the joke was a bit too big.

Talking about this matter left both of them feeling gloomy. No matter how optimistic Tan Kaixuan’s personality was, thinking that his roommate, who he lived with day and night, would spend years behind bars brought an indescribable sadness that left him speechless.

After lying in the dorm for a while, Zhao Fusheng got up and left.

As for Tan Kaixuan, he had plans for the evening, apparently a date with some beauty.

Anyway, the guy was single now, so Zhao Fusheng didn’t bother to say much. He just told him to be careful and then headed back to the villa.

By this time, Fan Baobao should have brought her sister home.

Sure enough, when Zhao Fusheng arrived home, he saw the two sisters sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing Zhao Fusheng return, Fan Beibei let out a cheer and ran into his arms.

“Brother, brother…” The little girl looked up at him with delight. “Where did you go?”

Zhao Fusheng smiled. “Brother went to take care of some business. Have you eaten, Beibei?”

“I’ve eaten, but brother wasn’t home…” The little girl said a bit dejectedly.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood her feelings. With her brother and sister away for so long, now that they were finally back, Fan Beibei was undoubtedly very happy. But Zhao Fusheng wasn’t home today, which really disappointed her.

“Beibei, be good. Brother was busy with important matters.” Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Fan Beibei nodded obediently, took his hand, and they walked to the sofa to sit down.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao lying on the sofa and smiled. “Tired, huh?”

Fan Baobao let out a weak grunt, lifted her eyelids to look at him, and said, “You finally realize…”

She really had no energy left to talk to Zhao Fusheng. She had spent most of the day signing autographs nonstop and felt terrible.

“Hard work, hard work.” Zhao Fusheng said cheerfully. “How about I wash some fruit for you?”

Fan Baobao nodded, like an empress dowager, and grunted in acknowledgment.