Chapter 0567 The Third Wheel

Zhao Fusheng knew that Wang Xiaorong was in a conflicted period now. In his previous life, it was at this time that she was torn between her ambiguous relationship with Li Bo and making a final decision.

Because he, as an intern, could help her take care of the class affairs, she had plenty of free time.

With time on her hands, many things would naturally happen...

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng took a deep look at Wang Xiaorong, said nothing, and silently walked out of the office.

Some things, before they happen, are useless even if he speaks up. Moreover, one thought leads to heaven, another to hell. How to choose the path of life is ultimately Wang Xiaorong's own business.

Soon, school was over. Zhao Fusheng picked up his suitcase but did not go to the dormitory that Sun Qingfeng had arranged for him.

His contact with Wang Xiaorong today had changed his mind. Zhao Fusheng decided not to stay there.

“I’ll go stay at Grandpa’s place for now.”

As he walked, Zhao Fusheng thought to himself.

Just then, he saw Li Bo not far away, walking out of the school. Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng followed him.

The reason was simple: Li Bo was standing next to Wang Xiaorong, who was waiting for the bus.

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“Xiao Wang, waiting for the bus?”

Li Bo said to Wang Xiaorong with a smile.

Wang Xiaorong was startled and looked at Li Bo: “Ah, Secretary Li, you’re off work too?”

“Yeah, I was writing a report and just finished.” Li Bo’s eyes roamed over Wang Xiaorong’s body, as if he wished he could see through her clothes.

Every time he saw her, a flame seemed to burn in his heart. Though reason told him not to take advantage of her vulnerability, the devil inside constantly reminded him that he must have this woman.

The pursuit of power is essentially the pursuit of freedom.

Li Bo was old. He admitted that his political career was nearly a failure, with no chance to climb higher. So, while he still had some power in his hands, he was determined to have Wang Xiaorong.

Even if it meant using almost shameless deceptive means.

“Secretary Li, I heard the school is discussing the position of grade leader for the second-year group?” Wang Xiaorong thought for a moment and asked Li Bo. This was a worry in her heart; if she didn’t clarify it, she would feel uneasy.

Li Bo’s face remained impassive, but inwardly he was sneering. He was afraid that Wang Xiaorong wouldn’t take the bait, because once a person has no desires, things become troublesome.

As long as she had a request, then they could talk.

“Ah, this matter…” Li Bo laughed and said, “We’re still discussing it. You know, this has to be handled carefully, after all, there are so many classes in the grade.”

“Old fox!” Wang Xiaorong cursed inwardly.

Although Zhao Fusheng had told her that morning that Li Bo was about to be transferred, Wang Xiaorong didn’t take it to heart. Or rather, she felt that even if Li Bo was leaving, he should still have a say in this matter.

People often have this mentality—they always think they might not be the unluckiest one. But in reality, where do so many flukes and miracles come from?

Unfortunately, not everyone can see through this truth.

Just like Wang Xiaorong now. She felt that the information Zhao Fusheng gave her was useless. Even if Li Bo was leaving, as long as he recommended her before he left, she would have a chance to become the grade leader.

“Should I give him a gift?” Wang Xiaorong thought to herself, weighing whether to pay a price.

She actually knew that Li Bo must have ulterior motives; otherwise, why would he help her? But in her view, at most she could give him some small favors.

At her age, she had come to terms with many things and understood that some things were unavoidable.

Seeing Wang Xiaorong’s expression, Li Bo was secretly delighted and smiled, saying, “How about we grab a bite to eat later?”

“Well…”

Wang Xiaorong hesitated. Just as she was about to speak, Zhao Fusheng walked up from behind: “Teacher Wang, off work?”

“Ah, off work.” Wang Xiaorong was startled and turned to look at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng then smiled at Li Bo and said, “Hello, Teacher Li.”

“Ah, hello, hello.” Li Bo wished he could kick this meddlesome Zhao Fusheng away, but he could only nod with a smile.

“Teacher Li also lives in Yanjiang Village?” Zhao Fusheng blinked and asked with a puzzled look.

“Ah, yes.” Li Bo gave a dry laugh and replied.

“We’re going the same way, let’s share a cab.” Zhao Fusheng hailed a taxi and said to Li Bo, “Teacher Wang and I are heading the same way. My grandfather’s house is just behind hers.”

With things put this way, even if Li Bo had any thoughts or plans, he had to hide them and obediently get into the car.

Along the way, with Zhao Fusheng as the “third wheel,” Wang Xiaorong and Li Bo did not bring up the previous topic again, sitting silently in the car.

Zhao Fusheng, on the other hand, chatted with them from time to time.

Soon, the taxi stopped at the intersection. Li Bo got out, and Zhao Fusheng politely bid him farewell.

“Xiao Zhao, are you going to stay at your grandfather’s place?” Wang Xiaorong glanced at Zhao Fusheng’s luggage and frowned slightly.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Yes, Grandpa is old. My parents think that since I’m interning here, instead of staying in the dormitory, I might as well come and keep Grandpa company.”

“How filial.” Wang Xiaorong smiled.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled but said nothing, just looking ahead.

Soon they arrived home. Wang Xiaorong and Zhao Fusheng got out of the car together. Since they lived in front and back yards, they had to go in different directions. Wang Xiaorong smiled at Zhao Fusheng and said, “Thank you, Xiao Zhao.”

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and chuckled: “It’s nothing, Teacher Wang. I’ll be going now.”

“Okay, come over for dinner sometime.” Wang Xiaorong glanced at Zhao Fusheng, showed a smile, and walked straight ahead.

Zhao Fusheng watched her back, shook his head helplessly, and let out a soft sigh.

He could stop it once or twice, but he couldn’t be by her side all the time. Some things, in the end, she had to figure out on her own.

Life is like this. Regret is something people want to make up for countless times precisely because of this.

Many times, we fantasize: if only there were a time door, and the moment we opened it and stepped in, our age would change, and we could go back to the past, or everything now is just a dream, and suddenly the teacher wakes us up, saying, “Why are you still sleeping? Don’t you know class has started?”

But not everyone, like Zhao Fusheng, has such an opportunity.