Chapter 0718 Cold Water

Compared to women, the biggest characteristic of men is beyond doubt: aside from carrying their own weapons out the door, probably most men are the type who would rather suffer in silence than lose face.

As the saying goes, a man's knees are worth gold; when playing games, they often shout 'I kneel,' but in real life, unless absolutely necessary, which man would easily bend his knees?

Kneeling to heaven, earth, and parents is acceptable, but to others? Hah, dream on.

By the same token, Jiang Wen really couldn't think of any reason why Zhao Fusheng would need to submit to the Wang brothers and join Huayi.

Got it?

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly. Seeing Jiang Wen's expression, he knew the guy had understood his point.

Jiang Wen nodded: 'You're right. You really don't need to join Huayi. In fact, Huayi needs you more.'

After all, a screenwriter who could produce such high-grossing scripts—outsiders might not know, but in the eyes of industry insiders, he was extremely important.

'Yeah, Huayi needs me. So why should I join them?' Zhao Fusheng shrugged and didn't continue, but Jiang Wen already understood his meaning.

'What are you two talking about? Come have some fruit.'

At that moment, Fan Baobao's voice rang out. Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen stopped their conversation and ended the topic.

The four chatted for a while. Seeing it was getting late, Jiang Wen stood up to leave. Zhou Yun hesitated, glanced at Fan Baobao, and said sheepishly, 'Um, I'll wait for Baobao and go back to the dorm together.'

Fan Baobao blinked, looking at Zhou Yun with an innocent expression.

Zhao Fusheng had already started laughing: 'Sorry, she's not going back today.'

'Huh?'

Zhou Yun was taken aback, then grew embarrassed.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood her meaning—she was just awkward about being alone with Jiang Wen.

'Um, Brother Jiang, could you give Zhou Yun a ride?' Fan Baobao thought for a moment and said to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen naturally nodded repeatedly, while Zhou Yun's face, visible to the naked eye, quickly turned as red as an apple.

After seeing off Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao leaned on the sofa together watching TV.

'Did you do that on purpose?'

Zhao Fusheng suddenly asked Fan Baobao.

Knowing Fan Baobao as he did, if she hadn't intended it, this situation wouldn't have occurred today.

Fan Baobao nodded helplessly: 'That Zhou Yun, her personality is too passive.'

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng understood what was going on.

Although he didn't know Zhou Yun well, the word 'passive' gave him a vague guess that she and Jiang Wen were just one thin layer of window paper away from being broken through.

'You don't know, they keep texting and calling each other, but never get to the point. I really admire Zhou Yun,' Fan Baobao said, looking frustrated, anxious for her best friend.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but chuckle: 'You really like playing matchmaker, huh.'

'It's not that I like playing matchmaker.' Fan Baobao shot Zhao Fusheng a glare: 'It's not easy for a girl to meet a suitable good man. Jiang Wen is at least passable. If Zhou Yun misses him, she'll definitely regret it.'

Zhao Fusheng was startled, looking at Fan Baobao in surprise. He really hadn't expected her to have such a clever side.

'Well, am I smart?'

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent for a long time, Fan Baobao lifted her head and said to him proudly.

'Yeah, extremely smart.' Zhao Fusheng smiled lightly, squinting his eyes: 'Since that's the case, then, extremely smart classmate Fan Baobao, guess what we're going to do next?'

Fan Baobao's expression froze. She looked up and met Zhao Fusheng's gaze. What greeted her was a pair of smiling eyes and lips that were getting closer.

She was about to say something, but was suddenly kissed by that guy.

Then, her mouth was opened, and a man's agile tongue invaded, mixed with a warm and enticing sweetness. Fan Baobao was very familiar with this feeling. From the very beginning of their relationship, she had liked it, but back then, inexperienced, she didn't know how to respond and could only passively follow his lead, moving slowly to match his actions.

Now, she could quickly get into the groove and coordinate with Zhao Fusheng.

At such a moment, any words were futile. Zhao Fusheng placed one hand on Fan Baobao's cheek, his little finger resting on her neck feeling the 'thump-thump' of her artery, as if beating in sync with his own heart.

His other hand caressed Fan Baobao's thigh—soft, delicate, smooth—these sensations only made his palm hotter. He rubbed onward, wanting to go all the way up.

Just then, Zhao Fusheng suddenly touched something and his body stiffened slightly.

Only then did Fan Baobao have a chance to break free from Zhao Fusheng's hold. She gave him a seductive glare: 'I told you, it's not possible...'

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly. He finally understood why it wasn't possible.

'So, you did that on purpose?' Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao with a half-smile.

Fan Baobao shot him a look: 'How was I supposed to know? It's not something I can control.'

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng glanced down, stood up, turned, and walked upstairs.

'What are you doing?'

Fan Baobao watched his back in confusion.

Zhao Fusheng didn't stop, walking as he said: 'Taking a shower.'

In this situation, he needed to cool down.

Fan Baobao watched him go upstairs, blinking, lost in thought...

...

...

The sun rose as usual. Perhaps because it was early spring, the indoor temperature was relatively warmer.

When Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes, Fan Baobao was no longer beside him.

Putting on his pajamas, he got up and went into the bathroom, where he saw Fan Baobao brushing her teeth, white foam gathered at the corners of her mouth. Zhao Fusheng blinked and suddenly felt a warmth in his lower abdomen.

Some memories were truly unforgettable; that feeling was really comfortable.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's intoxicated expression, Fan Baobao paused her brushing. Knowing him, she could tell with her eyes closed what was going through his mind.

She shot Zhao Fusheng a fierce glare and said harshly, 'Don't think dirty thoughts!'

Zhao Fusheng looked baffled: 'What was I thinking? Can you be reasonable?'

'Reasonable?' Fan Baobao rinsed her mouth first, then sneered at Zhao Fusheng: 'When you made me swallow last night, why weren't you thinking about being reasonable then?'

With that one sentence, Zhao Fusheng instantly backed down, quickly putting on a fawning smile: 'Look at you, I was just joking. Don't be mad, don't be mad.'

'How can I not be mad? Every time I think about it, I... ugh!' As Fan Baobao spoke, she felt a retch, bent over, and started vomiting into the toilet.

As the culprit, Zhao Fusheng shrank his neck and decided to behave himself all day, absolutely not provoking Fan Baobao.