Chapter 0755: Set Up

"That is..."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao's neck and froze.

It was a purple mark, clearly made by a kiss.

Well, commonly known as a hickey.

Holy crap!

Zhao Fusheng's originally groggy mind instantly cleared, and he felt terrible.

"I... I did that?" Zhao Fusheng pointed at the "hickey" on Fan Baobao's neck and stammered.

Fan Baobao's face turned bright red, as if recalling some unpleasant memory. She glared at Zhao Fusheng and said through gritted teeth, "Let me tell you, after you drink, don't touch me, got it?"

"Ah..."

Zhao Fusheng was instantly embarrassed. He nodded gently and kept quiet, not daring to speak.

Clearly, he was the culprit behind the mark on Fan Baobao's neck. He had been so drunk last night that he must have done something bad—why else would she still be giving him the cold shoulder?

"I'm going to school. Breakfast is on the table. Get up and eat when you can." Fan Baobao glanced at Zhao Fusheng, couldn't be bothered with him, packed up, and left for school.

For her, last night was definitely not a pleasant memory.

At the door, Fan Baobao paused, turned back, and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Stop watching those messed-up movies. What kind of moves were those? I, I..."

She stammered for a while, her face red as an apple, but never finished the sentence.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, watching her back disappear, and suddenly felt that his image had completely collapsed after this incident.

After Fan Baobao left, Zhao Fusheng lay in bed resting for a while. Feeling a bit better, he got up.

After washing up, Zhao Fusheng went out, hailed a taxi, and headed to Jiang Wen's house.

At that time, Beijing didn't have traffic restrictions based on license plate numbers, but fortunately traffic wasn't too bad. The taxi drove straight ahead, giving Zhao Fusheng enough time and mood to enjoy the scenery.

In the city, people are often too busy, their lives scheduled down to the minute. At work, they see the same scenery, endless tasks, and countless messages to reply to. Even after nightfall, it's the same.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng sometimes wondered what would happen if he let it all go.

In his previous life, he didn't dare, because if he did—taking a spontaneous trip—he would face a life without a fixed home, living hand to mouth.

But now, Zhao Fusheng felt his life wasn't yet ready for a break.

Soon, the taxi stopped at the entrance of Jiang Wen's residential complex. Zhao Fusheng paid the fare, got out, and called Jiang Wen from the gate.

"Sobered up?"

Jiang Wen's voice sounded normal over the phone, indicating he had regained his senses too.

"Yeah, thanks to you, my good image of so many years is ruined." Zhao Fusheng said irritably. He was going crazy now. Thinking about what Fan Baobao said before leaving and the "hickey" he left on her neck, Zhao Fusheng felt he should quit drinking.

Jiang Wen laughed awkwardly, quickly hung up, and called the security booth. Only then was Zhao Fusheng allowed into the complex.

Familiar with the route, Zhao Fusheng arrived at Jiang Wen's door and rang the bell. Wang Qiang opened it, grinning honestly, "Brother, you're here."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, "Thanks for your hard work last night."

Three grown men—even if Wang Qiang had practiced martial arts since childhood—carrying them all home must have taken some effort. After all, Fan Baobao was a girl, and the assistant was an outsider; no one was as dedicated as Wang Qiang.

"No problem, I'm strong." Wang Qiang still grinned honestly. That was just how he was, smiling at everyone.

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to say more and walked in.

In the living room, Li Yang and Jiang Wen were sitting and talking. Both looked rough from the hangover, rubbing their heads.

"Oh, two great directors, sobered up?" Zhao Fusheng looked at them and chuckled.

Men bond best over drinks. At least after that binge, Zhao Fusheng and Li Yang felt less like strangers and more familiar.

Jiang Wen smiled but said nothing. Li Yang, however, waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't even mention it. I'm never drinking that much again."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, "How can that be? Brother Li, if you don't drink more, how will beauties throw themselves at you?"

"Huh?"

Li Yang looked bewildered.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and pointed at his phone, "Check it. Isn't there a missed call from an unknown number?"

Zhao Fusheng had remembered this on the way. Last night, when they were drunk, he and Jiang Wen went to the restroom. When they came back, they saw a woman's back leaving their table. Asking Li Yang, they learned the woman had somehow wandered to the wrong table, sat down, chatted with Li Yang for a while, and left her phone number.

Zhao Fusheng had wanted to ask more, but Jiang Wen started another round of drinks, and the topic was dropped. He only remembered it this morning.

"What... what's going on?" Clearly, Li Yang had never encountered this before.

Zhao Fusheng laughed, "Simple. She took a liking to you."

"Took a liking to me?"

Li Yang blinked, then deleted the number without a second thought, "No way. I don't have time for random people."

Zhao Fusheng stared at his action, finally understanding why this guy was still single in his forties.

"By the way, Fusheng, when will your company's funds be available?" At that moment, Jiang Wen's question left Zhao Fusheng bewildered again.

"What?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen in surprise.

Rubbing his ear, Zhao Fusheng stared at Jiang Wen, "What did you just say?"

Jiang Wen laughed, "I said, when will your company's funds arrive? You promised last night yourself—don't tell me you forgot."

Looking at Jiang Wen's serious face and Li Yang nodding like a chicken pecking rice, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that he had been set up by these two old bastards last night.

Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that they suggested drinking and he ended up drunk?

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, looked at Li Yang, and said, "I can give the money, but I have a condition!"

MMP, it wouldn't be easy to take advantage of him.