Chapter 0609: The Tiger Patrols the Mountain

Even the most critical person would have to admit that a boyfriend like Zhao Fusheng was really quite good.

Fan Baobao was no fool; her roommates had told her more than once that she must keep a tight hold on a boyfriend like Zhao Fusheng.

Only, Fan Baobao had always felt that Zhao Fusheng was too wooden, utterly incapable of saying the sweet nothings girls liked.

In this world, there is a kind of person called 'someone else's child'—they excel in studies, sports, and health; in their parents' words, they are perfect in every way.

By the same logic, there is also a kind of person called 'someone else's boyfriend.'

Gentlemanly, tender, handsome...

In short, that person possesses all the virtues a man could have.

Similarly, in a man's heart, there is also 'someone else's girlfriend'—gentle, understanding, beautiful...

In Fan Baobao's view, Zhao Fusheng was good in every way except that he didn't like to speak sweet words; since childhood, he had always kept everything in his heart.

Now it was even more so; even when he cared for someone, he did so more through actions than words.

'It's just me; no one else would put up with you,' Fan Baobao thought to herself, silently praising her own understanding nature.

Seeing the girl blush because of his words, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but smile.

Still the same as when they were kids—she would go silent when shy.

'What's wrong? Not feeling well?' Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao shook her head: 'No, nothing.'

'Alright, get some rest early. Aren't you going to rehearsal tomorrow?' Zhao Fusheng nodded gently, caressing Fan Baobao's face, but it made her body tense up.

He glanced at her, shook his head, and didn't tease her further; the time wasn't right, and some things were still inappropriate.

...

...

Nothing was said that night. The next morning, Fan Baobao's face was still flushed like a big apple, and she didn't even dare to meet Zhao Fusheng's eyes.

Zhao Fusheng felt truly wronged—he had only gently kissed her forehead and said goodnight; was it really such a big reaction?

To this question, Fan Baobao only wanted to say: A girl's heart, boy, don't try to guess!

Zhao Fusheng certainly didn't guess; he wasn't an ignorant youth who tossed and turned all night trying to fathom his girlfriend's thoughts. That might seem deeply affectionate, but in reality, it was laughably childish.

Lying in bed, what surfaced in Zhao Fusheng's mind wasn't romantic feelings, but what he might have overlooked yesterday.

'Did I forget something?' Zhao Fusheng murmured to himself.

He felt there was some detail he had forgotten, but he couldn't recall it.

After all, he wasn't a deity; some things or details he truly didn't remember well. Even many events from his previous life, he now only remembered the gist.

'Forget it, I won't think about it. Everything will work out in the end,' Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly after a while and muttered to himself.

Seeing that it was about time, Zhao Fusheng got out of bed. He had to go to the advertising company to see Dong Chenxi; originally, he had wanted to sleep in.

It had to be said, Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie were truly a great pair of partners.

At least, in Zhao Fusheng's view, one understood management and operations, the other knew marketing—they were well-matched.

Dong Chenxi was in charge of internal business, while Bai Jie handled external relations. The last time Zheng Yao called, she mentioned that the two had quickly established a foothold in Beijing in less than a month, which was pleasantly surprising.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't particularly impressed; he had already guessed as much. But earlier, when the branch had just entered Beijing, there were things even he couldn't say.

He knew the address beforehand. Familiar with the route, he arrived at the company entrance, glanced at the decent signboard, smiled, and walked in.

'Hello, may I ask who you are looking for?'

As soon as he entered, a pretty girl in uniform approached him and politely inquired.

It was clear she had received proper training.

'Hello, I'm looking for Dong Chenxi,' Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

It was normal that she didn't recognize him. Unlike in Binzhou, where many old employees knew him, in Beijing, the few veterans Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie had brought over were now all middle management and wouldn't be at the front door.

'Manager Dong?' The receptionist was visibly startled, not expecting Zhao Fusheng to directly ask for the company manager by name.

After a moment's hesitation, she asked, 'Do you have an appointment?'

'Probably not,' Zhao Fusheng thought. Dong Chenxi had personally called him over; that probably didn't count as an appointment.

'In that case, please register here. I'll check Manager Dong's schedule and notify you when she's free, is that okay?' The receptionist's smile was impeccable, and her words were equally flawless.

'Ah, okay.' Zhao Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

He never deliberately made things difficult for ordinary people; after all, he himself was just an ordinary person, struggling to make a living. No one should look down on anyone else or make things hard for them.

The kind of snobbery seen in movies and TV shows doesn't happen as often in reality. Most people take their work seriously and persistently, because they rely on their salary to support their families. Who would be bored enough to offend their bread and butter?

The cliché of a hotel server looking down on a shabbily dressed VIP is probably only imagined by those who have never set foot in a hotel. First, VIPs don't dress like that in public. Second, anyone in the service industry wouldn't look down on any guest unless they were deliberately causing trouble.

At least in Zhao Fusheng's decades of life in his previous incarnation, he had never encountered a waiter or salesperson who cursed or drove away a customer just because they couldn't afford to buy something.

If you can afford it, you're a customer; if you can't, maybe someday you will. Offering a smile and leaving a good impression costs nothing.

That's the mindset of a normal person.

'Fusheng?'

Just then, a surprised voice sounded behind Zhao Fusheng.