Chapter 1224: Let's Get Married

Time passed quickly, and before we knew it, half of December had gone by. Zhao Fusheng had to admit that his life lately had been far too idle.

Yes, that was the verdict Miss Fan Baobao had passed on Mr. Zhao Fusheng.

A billionaire with assets exceeding one billion, instead of figuring out how to increase his wealth or invest in new projects, was holed up at home all day—this was a waste of life!

Well, actually, it was because Fan Baobao felt that Zhao Fusheng, by staying home, kept pestering her for "exercise," which delayed her from memorizing her lines.

Zhao Fusheng felt quite innocent about this. He was a normal man, after all—was it really wrong to be intimate with his fiancée?

Besides, Zhao Fusheng remembered very clearly that Fan Baobao actually enjoyed it, didn't she?

This was true.

Just a couple of days ago, because Fan Beibei had been picked up by Dong Chenxi to stay at her place for two days, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had a rare, leisurely candlelit dinner at home.

Fan Baobao, tipsy from the red wine, even started dancing to the music right in front of him. Although it was something her recent role required, the question was—was this kind of close, hot dance, especially when she was drunk, really appropriate?

"What are you up to?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao, a bit puzzled.

"I want to."

Fan Baobao, perhaps because of the alcohol, had flushed cheeks and looked exceptionally radiant. She cast a seductive glance at her man.

But this answer caught Zhao Fusheng off guard. He could only sigh helplessly: "Oh."

"No."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng answered her, Fan Baobao's eyes glazed over and she blurted out a single word.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, staring at his girlfriend in disbelief. At first he didn't react, but a few seconds later he realized that this exchange between him and Fan Baobao couldn't have been more obscene.

That night, naturally, everything was fine between them.

But after that, Fan Baobao decisively decided that she couldn't let Zhao Fusheng continue to sink like this.

"Go to work at the company."

Miss Fan said seriously to her boyfriend. Clearly, she wasn't joking. Although women all hope their man can spend more time with them, in Fan Baobao's heart, Zhao Fusheng's battlefield should be the business world outside, not their own kitchen.

Zhao Fusheng, however, looked indifferent and said with a smile, "I'll take Beibei back to Ninghai in a few days. Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

Hearing this, Fan Baobao looked bewildered. Obviously, she had never expected Zhao Fusheng to have such a plan.

"There's basically nothing going on at the company. If any issues come up, I can fly back. I'm just taking Beibei home for a break," Zhao Fusheng explained to Fan Baobao with a smile.

Fan Baobao nodded but said nothing. However, for the first time, she felt that if she gave up her job at the People's Art Theatre and focused on accompanying Zhao Fusheng, getting married sooner might not be a bad thing.

But she also understood that people are different. For her, the time she could recklessly pursue her dreams was probably only these few years before she turned thirty. Li Yuan had repeatedly said that Fan Baobao must marry and have children with Zhao Fusheng before she turned thirty, or else she would lose her temper.

After all, such a good son-in-law was hard to find even with a lantern.

"If a man only thinks of you when he's working, then he doesn't see you as a woman, only as a helper. The woman he accompanies when he's tired or idle—that's the real woman." Li Yuan's words seemed to be her life insight, and Fan Baobao understood that her mother was worried that if she waited too long, she might miss out on a lifetime of happiness.

Higashino Keigo said: In fact, all people who struggle with choices already have an answer in their hearts. Consulting others is just to get the choice they are inclined to. The so-called fate in the end is actually something you walk out step by step yourself.

Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng and suddenly said, "Let's get married next year."

Huh?

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was stunned, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Fan Baobao in surprise.

"What did you say?" After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao. It wasn't that he hadn't heard clearly; he just found it hard to believe. Was this still the same Fan Baobao who dreamed of being an actress?

"I said, let's get married next year." Glaring at this clueless guy, Fan Baobao pretended to be calm and said nonchalantly.

Mom was right—men are all pigs' trotters.

"Okay, okay, okay." Zhao Fusheng nodded repeatedly with ecstatic joy, then rushed to Fan Baobao's side and excitedly lifted her up.

As for a proposal ceremony? Hah, did their relationship need that?

Some people always think that getting married requires a proposal with diamonds and flowers, and it has to be romantic and all that. Actually, that's just a gimmick cooked up by certain straight-woman-cancer public accounts, self-media, and merchants. When a relationship reaches a certain point, many things just fall into place naturally.

The moment two people are sure they want to spend the rest of their lives together, no proposal ceremony is as touching as a simple "I love you."

Both Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao understood this.

Because true feelings don't need external adornments. Even just looking at each other, they could feel a romance that came from the heart.

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"Actually, sometimes making money is easy. Just pick a project and invest, and you'll make money."

Well, the one saying this was naturally Zhao Fusheng, who was chatting with Tan Kaixuan, who had just returned from abroad not long ago.

Recently, Tan Kaixuan had been in a bad mood. He had suffered a few losses in the futures market in the United States, losing a considerable amount of money. Although it wasn't enough to cripple him, it still made him quite unhappy.

"Damn it, those Americans actually teamed up to screw me!" Tan Kaixuan cursed indignantly.

Clearly, he had been set up.

Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't know much about financial market matters. Future Investment Fund was planning to split the company into two departments: venture capital and fund. One department would focus on financial investments, while the other would specialize in angel investments.

"So I say, you should consider pulling back for now," Zhao Fusheng said seriously to Tan Kaixuan.

In just over a year, this guy had risen rapidly on Wall Street, but he had also made a lot of enemies. Zhao Fusheng even felt that Tan Kaixuan's recent failures might be due to someone targeting him.

"You mean I should consider giving up the financial market for now?" Tan Kaixuan looked at Zhao Fusheng and said slowly.

He knew exactly what Zhao Fusheng meant. After all, his good brother had always been reserved about his maneuvering in the financial market. In his words: "In finance, you must have the dream of getting rich overnight, but also be prepared for bankruptcy overnight."

"Yeah, you've seen it too. Many companies are in their startup phase right now. If you make the right investment choices, you'll make returns like I did." Zhao Fusheng shrugged, looking smug. "Or else, don't forget how SoftBank rose back then. They invested nearly two hundred million dollars in one year. And what happened?"

Tan Kaixuan remained silent. Zhao Fusheng's point was clear.

Chicken soup for the soul is for fooling kids; poison chicken soup is for comforting adults. The reality is that you need to accept and adapt to this world.

Without comparison, there is no harm. Under the contrast of Future Investment's current achievements, Tan Kaixuan increasingly realized that perhaps what Zhao Fusheng said was right.

"I understand. I'll seriously consider your suggestion." Tan Kaixuan nodded to Zhao Fusheng.

He also knew that given their relationship, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't screw him over. His words were definitely for his own good. But Tan Kaixuan was no longer the greenhorn who had just started his business. Although only twenty-five, he was already a well-known investment star on Wall Street, managing an investment company worth hundreds of millions of dollars. He had to think carefully before making his decision.