Chapter 0067: Complacent

If there was anyone in the world that Zhao Fusheng feared, besides his parents, it was Fan Baobao.

Simply put, it was because of the shadow of childhood trauma.

After all, he had been bullied since childhood; even after being reborn, Fan Baobao's danger index in Zhao Fusheng's mind ranked in the top three.

And at this moment, on Zhao Fusheng's pager, it clearly read: I'll come see you this afternoon.

The signature was three words: Fan Baobao.

In that instant, Zhao Fusheng felt that this woman was definitely coming to cause trouble.

Gritting his teeth, he wondered if he should quickly leave the dorm and find a place to hide.

This thought lasted only a few seconds in his mind before Zhao Fusheng decisively gave it up.

The reason was simple: if he dared to leave, that girl Fan Baobao would definitely go home and cry to his parents. Zhao Fusheng could even imagine the content—something like how she came to school to see him out of kindness, only to be heartlessly abandoned in the scorching summer campus...

Though it sounded like acting, his parents would fall for it, and they might even put on a full martial arts show for him.

Whether it would be men's singles, women's singles, or mixed doubles would depend on the state of Fan Baobao's crying and his parents' mood.

Such scenes, from elementary school through middle school, were common; even Zhao Fusheng himself had become numb to them.

To avoid being beaten up, Zhao Fusheng simply tidied up the dorm obediently, then sat on the bed reading a book, waiting for Miss Fan's summons at any time.

But unexpectedly, after waiting nearly an hour, Zhao Fusheng was informed by the dormitory manager that someone was looking for him downstairs.

When he came downstairs, it was naturally Miss Fan Baobao who greeted him.

However, at this moment, Fan Baobao's expression was quite strange—a mix of joy and worry, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.

It was noon, the sun blazing overhead, the heat rising from the ground in waves. Standing at the dormitory entrance for just a few minutes, Zhao Fusheng felt he was about to be scorched.

"I say, Fan Baobao, what exactly is the matter with you? You're being so mysterious," Zhao Fusheng said helplessly, looking at her with annoyance.

Fan Baobao was dressed coolly today, in a white dress that accentuated her lovely figure. With her willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, she was already a beauty, and now her cheeks were flushed, making her even more endearing.

"You'll take me home later," Fan Baobao said cautiously, looking around before speaking softly to Zhao Fusheng.

The girl's mysterious behavior baffled Zhao Fusheng. He looked at her strangely: "What happened? Is someone following you?"

He really thought something had happened, otherwise why would Fan Baobao be so flustered?

"No, no one is following me," Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng, as if blaming him for speaking so loudly. Then she carefully opened her handbag, let Zhao Fusheng take a peek, and quickly hugged the bag to her chest.

"Now you understand?"

Fan Baobao said smugly.

Looking at Fan Baobao, who was full of pride and seemed to be waiting for praise, Zhao Fusheng felt helpless. Zheng Yao was really fast; no sooner had she mentioned it than she had already distributed the bonus.

No wonder Fan Baobao said she was coming to school; it turned out she had gone to the studio to collect the bonus.

"Where did this money come from?" Though he knew perfectly well, Zhao Fusheng had to pretend not to know, asking with a shocked expression.

"My bonus," Fan Baobao said happily.

"The one from the ad?" Zhao Fusheng tried to make his tone and expression seem natural.

"Yeah, General Manager Zheng said the ad was very effective, and this is my bonus." Fan Baobao looked blissful; clearly, getting such a large sum of money was an incredibly joyful thing for her.

"Not bad. Auntie will be happy when she finds out," Zhao Fusheng said.

"Mm, I'm going home now." Fan Baobao nodded vigorously. Obviously, sharing the joy of success with her mother was very appealing to her.

"Let's go, I'll go with you." Seeing Fan Baobao blink her big eyes at him after saying that, Zhao Fusheng immediately understood what was going on.

This girl, probably having earned so much money for the first time, was a bit afraid to take the bus home alone.

"Mm." Miss Fan showed a smile, then whispered, "Um, from now on, I definitely won't bully you anymore, really."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, reserving judgment on the credibility of that statement.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get my stuff."

Zhao Fusheng turned and went upstairs, grabbed his things, and then accompanied Fan Baobao into a taxi, heading straight to the hospital.

Li Yuan had not fully recovered yet and would need a few more days before being discharged.

As it turned out, Zhao Fusheng's prediction was correct. When Fan Baobao took out the ten thousand yuan bonus and handed it to Li Yuan, she immediately burst into tears.

Her daughter had been sensible since childhood, and now, while still in college, she could already earn money herself. How could Li Yuan not cry tears of joy?

Watching the mother and daughter crying together, Zhao Fusheng's mother's eyes also reddened.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng's father had taken Fan Beibei home, otherwise the scene would have been quite lively.

Zhao Fusheng quietly slipped out of the ward. At times like this, it was better to let the women vent their emotions themselves.

After a long while, Zhao Fusheng's mother wiped her tears and walked out of the ward. She glanced at Zhao Fusheng sitting on the bench and glared at him: "Baobao is such a sensible child. If you ever treat her badly, just see how I deal with you."

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng wanted to tell his mother that Fan Baobao was indeed sensible, but it depended on who she was dealing with.

But he also knew it was useless to say anything; in his parents' eyes, the well-behaved and sensible Fan Baobao from a poor background was undoubtedly a good match for him.

"By the way, your father said he wants to open a shop near your school. What do you think?" Zhao Fusheng's mother sat beside him and asked softly.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. It seemed his father had really taken to heart what he had mentioned earlier.

He nodded slightly and said, "Not a shop, a supermarket."

Then he explained the difference between a supermarket and a shop to his mother, concluding, "There's no large supermarket near our school yet. If our family opens one there first, we'll have the first-mover advantage."

He didn't need to say more; Zhao Fusheng believed his mother, with her decades of life wisdom, would naturally understand the reasoning. It was like two people running; the one who starts first has at least a slight advantage.

Of course, whether they could reach the finish line first in the end would depend on luck and strength.