Chapter 0603: Self-Righteousness

In fact, many of us suffer from the flaw of not knowing our own worth. We always think we are very important, believing that others cannot live without us. But in reality, the world keeps turning no matter who is missing, and life goes on without anyone.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, people with princess or prince syndrome are essentially the same—they are too self-centered, always placing great importance on themselves, and forgetting that in the eyes of others, they are just ordinary people.

As for Mu Qingwan, Zhao Fusheng didn't really have any particular fondness or dislike for her. She was a businesswoman, and her actions back then were in line with what a businesswoman would do. If it had been him, he couldn't have done better than her.

But after all, he wasn't her employee. Having her play mind games and pull tricks on him, Zhao Fusheng didn't think Wang Jinghua teaching her a lesson was excessive in any way.

Moreover, small and medium-sized music record companies were springing up like bamboo shoots after rain in Beijing, and competition was getting fiercer. Blaming others for the company's poor management could only mean that Mu Qingwan wasn't a qualified businesswoman.

Watching Zhao Fusheng drink on his own with no intention of communicating with Mu Qingwan, Wang Zhonglei frowned. The purpose of setting up this gathering today was to act as a mediator between the two, but it seemed that Zhao Fusheng was not willing to give him that face.

Wang Jinghua was easy to deal with. If Huayi and Wang Jinghua's cooperation was in a honeymoon period, in other words, if Wang Zhonglei gave a word, Wang Jinghua would certainly give him that face.

But the problem was that Zhao Fusheng was no ordinary person. Not to mention his status in the advertising circle, just his relationships with many Huayi stars were enough to make Wang Zhonglei wary, let alone the fact that Huayi owed Zhao Fusheng a favor from the movie *Devils on the Doorstep*.

Therefore, facing Zhao Fusheng, although Wang Zhonglei knew that the other party was not an opponent at his level, he still cared a lot about Zhao Fusheng's thoughts.

After a while, Mu Qingwan got up to go to the restroom, leaving only Zhao Fusheng and Wang Zhonglei in the private room.

Wang Zhonglei looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Fusheng, give me a straight answer. What are you really thinking?"

On this matter, Zhao Fusheng's attitude was crucial. Wang Zhonglei liked beautiful women, but he wasn't the kind of idiot who lost his mind at the sight of one. If Zhao Fusheng truly refused to give face, he naturally understood how to make a choice.

He could still distinguish between priorities and distances, between close and distant relations.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly. "President Wang, you've misunderstood. What I just said was already very clear: friendship is friendship, business is business."

Hmm?

Frowning, Wang Zhonglei was about to speak when he suddenly understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

"You mean, times have changed?"

Looking at Zhao Fusheng, Wang Zhonglei asked tentatively.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "It's been a long time since that incident. Back then, I only greeted Sister Hua to help Li Jian. Teacher Chen Dao happened to be present, so he helped say a few words. I never expected it to turn into this."

Zhao Fusheng wanted to clarify the cause of the matter. After all, when people speak, they unconsciously become biased. Even the most objective person changes when their own interests are involved. As for whether Wang Zhonglei believed him or Mu Qingwan, Zhao Fusheng felt it didn't matter.

As for Mu Qingwan's thoughts, ha, when did humans ever care about the thoughts of ants?

That's right, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, Mu Qingwan was like an ant.

If it weren't for giving face to Wang Zhonglei, Zhao Fusheng felt he wouldn't even be sitting here eating with her. So what if she was a beautiful woman? His own precious girlfriend was far more beautiful than her.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng truly didn't take this matter to heart. He spent his days either studying hard or busy starting his business, even stealing moments to call his girlfriend. When would he have time to bother with such things?

Now that Wang Zhonglei had come to him, Zhao Fusheng didn't mind giving him face.

Though he gave face, he had to make things clear.

It wasn't that he was throwing his weight around; it was that some people didn't know when to take a hint.

"Old Jiang isn't coming to this meal, is he?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Wang Zhonglei and asked with a smile.

He wasn't stupid. If Jiang Wen were really going to show up, how could he not have called?

Since Jiang Wen hadn't come, it meant Wang Zhonglei's words were just an excuse.

"Heh..." Wang Zhonglei laughed awkwardly, patted Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder, and didn't explain, but the meaning was clear.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind. He stood up, wiped his mouth, and said to Wang Zhonglei, "President Wang, I have things to do, so I'll take my leave. Please tell Miss Mu that I've long stopped caring about this matter, and she needn't worry either."

With that, Zhao Fusheng turned and walked out of the private room, not even letting Wang Zhonglei see him out.

When Mu Qingwan returned to the room, she saw Wang Zhonglei sitting alone, eating by himself.

"Where's Zhao Fusheng?" Mu Qingwan asked curiously.

Wang Zhonglei stopped eating and looked up: "He left."

"Left?" Mu Qingwan was startled, her delicate brows furrowed. It seemed this meal had been ineffective.

Seeing her expression, Wang Zhonglei sighed inwardly. Perhaps Zhao Fusheng was right—this woman really wasn't suited for the business world.

"Qingwan, can you tell me what really happened?" Wang Zhonglei looked at Mu Qingwan and asked slowly.

He needed an answer. After all, when Mu Qingwan had spoken of her conflict with Zhao Fusheng, she had been vague, only saying she had inadvertently offended him and he had secretly suppressed her.

That was why Wang Zhonglei had approached Wang Jinghua and learned that the matter originated with Zhao Fusheng, but the one who acted was her, and there was also Chen Dao's face involved.

Mu Qingwan sighed and slowly recounted the whole story, finally saying with a bitter smile, "I know we did wrong, but can't he even give us a chance to apologize and make amends?"

Looking at her, Wang Zhonglei was utterly helpless. He finally understood why Zhao Fusheng had fobbed him off with that line about business being business and friendship being friendship.

If he were in Zhao Fusheng's shoes, he would probably make the same choice.

There are always some people in this world who think it's fine for them to joke with you or attack you by any means, because they feel they have no choice. But if you fight back and hurt them, they'll shamelessly come begging for forgiveness.

If you don't forgive, they'll say you're heartless, lacking compassion, and don't know how to forgive.

But they forget that if you hadn't fought back, your situation would be a hundred times worse than theirs.

The most obvious trait of a sanctimonious hypocrite is being strict with others and lenient with themselves.