Chapter 0565: Carefree and Heartless

Zhao Fusheng felt neither fondness nor dislike toward Wang Xiaorong. Even knowing that she would eventually succumb to Li Bo's temptation and fall, he could only feel a sense of pity for her misfortune.

After all, many times, when we strive with all our might only to reach the starting point of others, that overwhelming sense of powerlessness is something only we can truly understand.

Like Wang Xiaorong, who could have lived a better life but could only be a teacher at this ordinary middle school. Who could know the resentment in her heart?

Perhaps she had once tried hard to pursue happiness through doing her job well, but unfortunately, reality is that not all efforts yield the desired returns.

So she chose another way to seek happiness.

"If it hadn't been for us that day, maybe..." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and then gave a bitter smile. Many things are actually accidental.

In about a week, Wang Xiaorong would be seduced by Li Bo at a school Chinese department gathering, and the two would hook up. Half a month later, a fire would break out in the classroom of Hongqi Middle School due to aging electrical wiring. At that time, Wang Xiaorong and Li Bo were having an affair in a classroom and got trapped. He and several students rushed in to rescue them, exposing the incident...

As for what happened next, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to recall. He could only say that those who, after recognizing the truth of life, still have the courage to embrace it, still love life, and still strive forward are true heroes.

"Hushing it up, huh..." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and smiled silently behind Wang Xiaorong.

In his previous life, after the incident was exposed, the first reaction of Hongqi Middle School was to hush it up. They worked on the students and him separately, demanding that he keep his mouth shut. In the end, they gave Sun Qingfeng and Wang Xiaorong some compensation, and both of them developed quite well afterward.

It was from that moment that Zhao Fusheng finally understood that life was not as beautiful as he had seen.

Any ugly thing can be packaged into something beautiful with countless excuses.

Fortunately, today, many things can still be changed.

"Teacher Wang, I heard Secretary Li is about to be transferred..." Zhao Fusheng suddenly said to Wang Xiaorong out of the blue.

Wang Xiaorong was startled, stopped walking, and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Yesterday, when he took us to the office, he answered a phone call and said something about announcing it a few months after leaving school." Zhao Fusheng shrugged, looking indifferent.

This news was something he only learned later in his previous life. Li Bo was about to leave the school due to health reasons, but it hadn't been announced yet.

In fact, in his previous life, Wang Xiaorong's hope that Li Bo would help her become the grade group leader was completely unrealistic because Li Bo was about to be transferred.

"Oh, I really didn't know that." Wang Xiaorong smiled awkwardly and continued walking ahead, but her heart was stirred.

Recently, the ambiguity between her and Li Bo was unknown to anyone else. Wang Xiaorong had always hoped to become the grade group leader, as it meant a raise, and Li Bo was undoubtedly a school leader with significant influence. She knew very well what his gaze meant. Originally, she thought she would just let herself be used, like being trampled by a pig, and take the plunge once.

But she didn't expect that bastard Li Bo was planning to take advantage of her without any commitment.

Cursing inwardly that all men are no good, Wang Xiaorong walked on, but made up her mind not to let that bastard Li Bo take advantage of her.

In fact, she was in a state of conflict, dissatisfied with her current situation on one hand, yet hesitant due to moral guilt on the other.

Ultimately, it all came down to the word 'poverty.'

After all, even a family of dual-income teachers, when you think about it, is not well-off.

Zhao Fusheng didn't care. He had given her the warning he should. If she still went down the same path, it only meant that this woman was inherently sanctimonious and fickle.

After all, many men like women who appear reserved and dignified but are as fierce as wolves in bed.

Starting from emotion and stopping at propriety is basically difficult to achieve in today's society where ambiguity prevails. After all, when it comes to the matter between men and women, if you can't control yourself, it's easy to cross the line. As the saying goes, lust is a knife hanging over one's head.

"Buzz buzz..."

As Zhao Fusheng was following Wang Xiaorong, the phone at his waist suddenly rang. He gave an apologetic look to Wang Xiaorong, who had turned around, glanced at the phone, pressed the answer button, and stepped aside.

"Hello."

"Fusheng, it's me, Wang Zhonglei." Little Boss Wang's anxious voice came through, clearly very worried.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng said, "What's wrong?"

Wang Zhonglei laughed bitterly: "Something's happened! 'Devils on the Doorstep' was sent by Old Jiang to Cannes, and it won the Grand Prix!"

"Ah?"

Although Zhao Fusheng's tone was surprised, he wasn't surprised at all. In the original timeline, this film had also won a major award.

"You say 'ah'? Do you know this is a big problem!" Wang Zhonglei said irritably to Zhao Fusheng.

"What's the problem? Winning an award means overseas rights can be sold. Little Boss Wang, you should be happy to recover your investment." Zhao Fusheng teased Wang Zhonglei with a smile.

"The investment can be recovered, but the problem is that Old Jiang has stirred up trouble this time, and they won't go easy on him." Wang Zhonglei said helplessly: "The SARFT is already discussing banning him. I've tried some connections, but it's useless. They say this behavior is too egregious and must be dealt with seriously."

Zhao Fusheng hummed in acknowledgment. He knew this consequence was inevitable. After all, when he gave Jiang Wen advice back then, he had warned him to be careful.

He just hadn't expected the SARFT to react so quickly. But thinking about it, it made sense. Our national characteristic is that we are always slow when handling serious matters, but when it comes to these things, we are particularly efficient.

"How is Old Jiang?" Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked Wang Zhonglei.

Jiang Wen's attitude was crucial in this matter. If he still stubbornly insisted on confronting them head-on, it would be difficult to handle.

"He's fine. He got the award and sold the overseas rights. He's in a good mood now." Wang Zhonglei laughed: "They say he's been drinking every night in Cannes..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. This guy really was carefree and heartless.