Chapter 0702 Confessing to His Girlfriend

Embarrassing as it was, fortunately Zhao Fusheng had a thick skin. He directly played dumb under the gazes of his mother and Li Yuan, not saying a word. Playing ostrich—how simple was that?

Zhao's mother and Li Yuan exchanged a glance, delighted at some earlier decision. It seemed these two kids had finally wised up.

In the end, under the teasing looks of the two elders, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao fled in panic.

“It’s all your fault,” Fan Baobao said, though her heart was pounding. She still reached out and punched Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder.

Zhao Fusheng looked innocent: “Me? I didn’t do anything.”

“Still your fault!” Fan Baobao’s willow-shaped brows shot up, her apricot eyes wide.

Clearly, at this moment, women were not being reasonable—or rather, they had no intention of reasoning with men.

Zhao Fusheng spread his hands and simply stopped defending himself. He knew that Fan Baobao was purely shy now, which was why she was acting like this in front of him.

At this point, what he needed to do was cooperate, making her feel that he was just as embarrassed as she was. Then Fan Baobao would probably feel better.

Since they were in a taxi, it wasn’t convenient to talk much. Fan Baobao simply turned her head to look at the night scenery outside the window.

But Zhao Fusheng had no mind for the view outside. His thoughts were on what his father had told him that evening.

Only today did Zhao Fusheng learn that the entire Wanda Commercial Building had already borrowed nearly fifteen million yuan from the bank.

In other words, all the money his father was spending now was the bank’s.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng had confidence in his father and in the current economic situation, but this fifteen-million loan hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles, making his heart race and unknowingly weighing him down with heavy pressure.

Better safe than sorry.

If something really went wrong and the bank cut off the loan, and assets couldn’t cover debts, what would they do?

Sorting through his current assets, Zhao Fusheng realized that unless he sold Future Advertising or his Tencent shares, he had no way to solve the problem.

And neither of those two things was something Zhao Fusheng wanted to see.

After all, he had worked so hard to build up the current situation over such a long time. Seeing it all destroyed in one day was not something Zhao Fusheng hoped for.

So now, he hoped to quickly become capable of handling this issue—not necessarily to pay off his father’s loan, because it was normal for a company’s development to involve banks. He just wanted to prepare for the worst, hoping to have the ability to solve his father’s problems.

In plain terms, if one day his father really ran into trouble, he would have the means to step in and help.

In other words, Zhao Fusheng needed money, desperately needed money, and a lot of it.

He had no intention of becoming a singer or anything like that, and writing songs or scripts wouldn’t earn much at this point. Zhao Fusheng felt he should find another way to make money.

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“What are you thinking about?” On the way back, Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng while carrying her suitcase.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then shook his head: “Nothing, just company stuff.”

As he spoke, he lifted his own suitcase: “But can you tell me why I have to carry these two big things?”

“Heh, then can you tell me why Auntie and my mom both told me that the owner of this villa is you, not the Mr. Zheng you mentioned?” Fan Baobao blinked and suddenly said.

“Cough, well…” Zhao Fusheng was awkward, then a little embarrassed.

There was no help for it—he had told his father about this, and then his mother and Li Yuan found out, and today Fan Baobao learned.

Of course, it was also possible that his mother and Li Yuan had told Fan Baobao earlier, and she only brought it up today.

“Thank you,” Fan Baobao suddenly said.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shook his head and said nothing more.

Some things didn’t need to be said, because both of them understood clearly.

They had known each other for too long. Fan Baobao knew very well that Zhao Fusheng would never harm her, and Zhao Fusheng knew that Fan Baobao wouldn’t really be angry with him; she just needed an explanation.

Back at the villa, opening the door and looking at the house where she had once lived for a while, Fan Baobao suddenly laughed.

“What’s wrong?” Zhao Fusheng asked, a little puzzled, looking at Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao shook her head: “Nothing, I was just thinking about when I first moved in, I was worried about damaging someone else’s house.”

Zhao Fusheng smiled awkwardly: “Well, this was actually a reward from the company. You know, shooting ads is very profitable.”

“I know. Top ad planners like you are sought after by other companies, right?” Fan Baobao was unexpectedly calm, not surprised by Zhao Fusheng’s words.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her and suddenly realized that he had underestimated Fan Baobao. Without him noticing, she had already suspected some things, but because they weren’t important to her, she hadn’t brought them up.

“I am Lucifer,” Zhao Fusheng said after a moment’s thought.

“Oh.” Fan Baobao nodded calmly, put down her suitcase on her own, and pulled it toward her room.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, watching her back, utterly bewildered.

But a few minutes later, as Zhao Fusheng sat on the sofa watching TV, Fan Baobao rushed out of her room like a whirlwind, pounced in front of him, and grabbed his arm.

“What did you say? You’re Lucifer?” Fan Baobao’s face was full of shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing, looking at her tenderly: “You didn’t just realize what I said, did you?”

“No kidding!” Fan Baobao said irritably. “I didn’t react at all. But are you really that guy?”

Clearly, this news was absolutely explosive for her.

From the ads she shot at the start of her career to later ones, Fan Baobao knew very well how many of Future Advertising’s plans came from that mysterious top planner.

And now, Zhao Fusheng was telling her that he was that person!

That was too shocking!

“I didn’t mean to hide it from you; I just didn’t want to put too much pressure on you.” Zhao Fusheng shrugged, not directly answering Fan Baobao’s question, but his meaning was clear.

“I don’t have any damn pressure.” Fan Baobao directly cursed, then sat beside Zhao Fusheng, happily hugging his arm: “Hmm, so from now on, I’ll have endless endorsements and ads to shoot, right?”

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was instantly dumbfounded. He felt something was off.

Actually, Zhao Fusheng’s thinking had fallen into a trap.

All along, he had worried that if Fan Baobao found out he was the one who planned that ad back then, she would feel a knot in her heart, thinking he was patronizing her.

But the problem was, Zhao Fusheng forgot that at that time, the two weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend. Now, they were deeply in love, at the peak of their relationship.

In other words, although Fan Baobao was a little unhappy that Zhao Fusheng had hidden it from her, what she cared about more was that her boyfriend was a top-tier planner in the industry.

After all, even if she said she didn’t care, what girl wouldn’t want her lover to be a heroic figure, stepping on colorful clouds?

People have different feelings and insights at different ages. You can’t say their thoughts are unrealistic or childish in the eyes of adults. If you change your mindset, you might feel that if you can still have childish feelings after your mind has fully matured, that is a great happiness.

For Fan Baobao, this truth was even more vivid.

“But are you really close with Andy Lau?”

“Not really.”

“What about Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong?”

“They’re close, like family.”

“Are you planning to enter the entertainment industry?”

“Enter it? I just know a few people in the industry.”

Poor Zhao Fusheng, caught by his girlfriend with no escape, had to answer one after another of Fan Baobao’s inexplicable questions. At that moment, he felt like a lamb entering the tiger’s mouth, never to escape again.