Chapter 0538: A Bit Cliché

For Fan Baobao, belittling Zhao Fusheng angered her more than belittling herself. So when she learned that Zhao Fusheng had not received the notice for the high school reunion, she was even more furious than he was.

Zhao Fusheng, on the other hand, was relatively indifferent. In his view, it was most likely that they simply hadn't notified him.

The reason was simple: after all, they were still college students. Although they had been exposed to some aspects of society, Zhao Fusheng believed that these kids hadn't yet reached the point of being disgusting.

Once they graduated from college and entered society, after being rubbed and beaten by reality, they would truly become worldly and slick, and class reunions would become tools for showing off and currying favor.

Zhao Fusheng remembered very clearly that in his previous life, he had attended a high school reunion. On that occasion, everyone tacitly formed their own circles. Some were divided by professional fields—for instance, officials gathered with those in politics, discussing current affairs. Businesspeople naturally sat with other businesspeople to exchange information. Others were grouped by interests and aspirations, such as teachers and literary creators discussing classics and doctrines. And those who were already married and had children simply huddled together to vent their grievances.

Occasionally, those who had once been entangled in romantic relationships would drink a few glasses together. As for whether they would go to the Shangri-La to open a room and rekindle old flames after the party ended, only God knew.

But for Zhao Fusheng, all of that was too distant. At that time, he was unsuccessful and merely making up the numbers. Occasionally, someone would ask if he was still in touch with Fan Baobao, who had become a big star. He answered no, and then no one paid him any attention.

The surprises that life meticulously plans are always laughable—laughter perhaps tinged with tears, perhaps with bitterness, or maybe even with a trace of blood.

For Zhao Fusheng, all of this was too far away. After starting over, aside from once calling a high school classmate about Chen Shijie's matter, he really had no contact with his high school classmates at all.

Seeing Fan Baobao's unpleasant expression, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Fan Baobao snorted and was about to speak when her phone rang again.

Answering the phone, Fan Baobao's expression softened slightly: "Ah, yes? Really? Alright, I'll tell him then."

Hanging up, her face lit up like a flower as she said to Zhao Fusheng: "Our landline can't get through. Dong Xu and the others asked me to tell you to come to the gathering..."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded, not dwelling on the matter.

He didn't care, but Fan Baobao was puzzled and looked at him strangely, asking: "How come you're not the least bit bothered?"

"Why should I be bothered?" Zhao Fusheng looked bewildered. In an adult's worldview, casually blaming others is actually a very boring thing.

Those with different paths cannot work together. If you feel someone isn't right for you, then don't have any entanglements with them. As for those who have offended you, as long as they don't disrupt your life, if one day they fall into misfortune and come begging to you, then step on them hard.

This is normal adult thinking.

That kind of aggressive behavior, constantly squaring off and shouting at the other party, is only done by children.

At Zhao Fusheng's age, many times, you sentence the other party to death in your heart, then look for an opportunity to deal with them, never showing it on your face.

Not elated by external gains, not saddened by personal losses, remaining calm and composed—this is the true adult.

"Okay, you win, alright?" Fan Baobao shot Zhao Fusheng a glare. She had just been feeling indignant on his behalf, but it turned out this guy hadn't taken it to heart at all.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Since the gathering is tomorrow, you can go back the day after."

Fan Baobao nodded, and the two went together to buy tickets.

On the way back, Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng, "But this time, the class reunion seems to be held at Jufeng Garden."

Jufeng Garden?

Zhao Fusheng frowned. He had some impression of it, mainly because of an advertisement. It seemed the restaurant's幕后大老板 had opened an entertainment complex and had approached Future Advertising for a campaign. He happened to pass by and gave some advice offhand.

The reason was simple: the person pulling strings was a friend of Zheng Yao's father.

He hadn't expected the class reunion to be held at Jufeng Garden.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng lost in thought, Fan Baobao asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Nothing. Just remembered that our company did some advertising planning for them."

"Haha, really? What a coincidence." Fan Baobao laughed too, but didn't take it seriously. In her mind, Zhao Fusheng was just an errand boy for Zheng Yao, with no real status.

"Yeah, quite a coincidence." Zhao Fusheng smiled and didn't dwell on it.

The next morning, Fan Baobao's phone rang on time. Glancing at the person sleeping beside her, she smiled and reached out to tap Zhao Fusheng's nose.

Opening his eyes, Zhao Fusheng shot the girl a look. "Do that again, and I'll have to enforce family discipline."

Last night, they had finally slept in the same bed. Though Zhao Fusheng hadn't done anything, just the intimate contact was enough to make them blush.

Most importantly, Zhao Fusheng had touched every inch of Fan Baobao's body, finally pinpointing her most sensitive spots, which naturally became the so-called family discipline.

"Get up quickly. We still need to go to the restaurant later." At the mention of family discipline, Fan Baobao blushed, scrambled up as if fleeing, and kept her distance from Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and nodded. "You go wash up first. I'll go in a bit."

Watching Fan Baobao head off to wash, Zhao Fusheng smiled.

Plato believed that when the mind rejects the body and yearns for truth, then thought is at its best. Humans are called higher animals because in human nature, humanity outweighs animality, and spiritual communication is beautiful.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he felt the time and place weren't right.

People are confused because of a mismatch between desire and ability; they are hesitant because of a gap between expectation and effort. The more cowardly one is, the more they blame external forces; the more diligent, the more they focus on inner cultivation.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't worried that Fan Baobao would leave him, because he believed he was the most suitable man she could ever meet. They say one should believe their talent is meant to achieve something. Zhao Fusheng firmly believed that his rebirth was to make Fan Baobao happy.