Chapter 0805 Proof

Zhao Fusheng swore he had never heard such an interesting joke.

After Fan Baobao uttered those four words—"as sure as a nail driven into a board"—his gaze instinctively dropped to her chest. To be honest, Fan Baobao was not the type with a very full figure.

"Saying 'as sure as a nail driven into a board' is a bit much." After a careful look, Zhao Fusheng rubbed his chin and said with a smile, "At least she has a small cherry mouth."

"Get lost! You're no good either!" Fan Baobao, exasperated, punched him on the shoulder, completely speechless with this guy.

Once he confirmed she was just sulking over a joke, Zhao Fusheng stopped worrying and went about his own business.

Fan Baobao couldn't be bothered with him either and went back to her room.

Back in her room, standing in front of the mirror, Fan Baobao gestured at her chest with her hand, frowned slightly, and muttered, "Is it really that small?"

Because of his slip of the tongue, Zhao Fusheng had to sleep in the guest room that night. Even Zhang Qian looked at him with a strange expression, clearly thinking they had quarreled.

"Ahem, nothing serious. Women have those few days every month." Zhao Fusheng explained, a bit embarrassed.

He thought Zhang Qian wouldn't understand, but to his surprise, the guy nodded somewhat clumsily.

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then asked curiously, "How do you know?"

Zhang Qian's face flushed slightly, but instead of answering, he turned and went straight to his room, leaving Zhao Fusheng standing there baffled.

"Could it be that this guy is in love?" Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, genuinely curious now.

At that moment, Fan Baobao was lying in bed, staring into space.

The early autumn night in Beijing was slightly cool. Though people hadn't yet put on winter clothes, a chill was already in the air.

Fortunately, the room was warm. Fan Baobao stretched her delicate body, her slender figure faintly visible under the black lace nightgown, creating an enticing curve.

Suddenly she sat up, then flopped back onto the bed, kicking her legs wildly in the air. "So annoying, so annoying!"

She didn't notice that the door had been opened at some point, and a figure stood there dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Zhao Fusheng stood there, bewildered, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

Though it wasn't the first time he had seen her body, for some reason he felt something different this time. Where his eyes landed, a hint of white peeked through the black, concealing the place a man most wanted to explore.

What a breathtaking sight!

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to speak, Fan Baobao turned over and lay face down.

Holy crap!

The sheer black nightgown, the hazy lace—Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt a heat in his abdomen.

"Is it really that small?" Fan Baobao muttered, seeming to be doing some kind of motion.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng blurted out, "Actually, it's not bad. It's enough."

"Ah?"

Fan Baobao was startled, then turned her head and saw Zhao Fusheng staring intently at her.

"Ah!"

She instinctively started to scream, but realizing it was Zhao Fusheng, she stifled the sound.

What followed went without saying...

After a storm of passion, Fan Baobao lay languidly in Zhao Fusheng's arms, patted his chest, and said, "You're the worst."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Not true. Who was enjoying herself just now?"

"You!" Fan Baobao's brows shot up, her eyes wide. She wanted nothing more than to give this guy a good thrashing for ruining her image.

Zhao Fusheng quickly begged for mercy. Fan Baobao was like a little lioness now—cute when baring her claws, but dangerous. If she got really angry, she would throw a fit.

"That's more like it." Fan Baobao shot him a glare and let him off.

Early the next morning, Zhao Fusheng got up, went for a morning run with Zhang Qian, and bought breakfast for Fan Baobao on the way back.

After a night's rest, Fan Baobao was in a much better mood. After breakfast, she fiddled with her phone, texting someone. After a while, she said to Zhang Qian, "Brother Qian, are you free? Take me somewhere."

Zhang Qian was taken aback and looked at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng laughed. "Go ahead. I'm not going out this morning."

Fan Baobao cheerfully left in the car. Zhao Fusheng watched her go, shook his head with a smile, and went back to reading, twirling his pen absently, drawing arc after arc.

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Zhang Qian drove steadily, not fast, but always managing to overtake the cars ahead.

Fan Baobao was a bit unaccustomed at first, but over time she got used to it.

"Brother Qian, were you really in the military?"

Sitting in the car, Fan Baobao asked Zhang Qian curiously.

She was quite curious about this assistant Zhao Fusheng had suddenly brought back.

Zhang Qian nodded. "Yeah, I was in the army for a while."

"Really? Did you ever fire a gun?" Fan Baobao blinked, full of curiosity.

For a girl, military life was somewhat alluring.

"Yes." Zhang Qian replied with a smile.

"By the way, where did you serve?" Fan Baobao asked with interest.

"Classified." Zhang Qian was silent for a moment, then uttered two words.

"Ah?" Fan Baobao was stunned. "Are there any heroes in your unit?"

She had read in books that if a unit produced combat heroes, they would be prominently displayed in the unit's exhibition room, and sometimes the unit would even be named after the hero. In Fan Baobao's view, since Zhang Qian had served, his unit should have such predecessors, right?

But to her surprise, Zhang Qian shook his head. "No."

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then noticed that Zhang Qian seemed in a bad mood, so she wisely stopped asking.

When she got home that evening, Fan Baobao told Zhao Fusheng about it. To her surprise, Zhao Fusheng also fell silent.

"What's wrong?"

Fan Baobao looked at her boyfriend strangely. She just found it odd that Zhang Qian always seemed cold and mysterious.

Zhao Fusheng was silent for a long time. Just as Fan Baobao was about to lose patience, he sighed and said to her, "Don't ask Zhang Qian questions like that in the future. In his unit, heroes have no names."

Fan Baobao was puzzled, but for some reason, she felt that Zhao Fusheng was in a bad mood when he said that.

Of course Zhao Fusheng was in a bad mood, because he had asked Zhang Qian the same question. Back then, Zhang Qian's answer was: "In our unit, even if we die, we must never reveal our names, because we are the nation's blade."