Chapter 1393: Sister's Call

In conversation with an old rogue like Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng had to admit that he couldn't match the guy's shamelessness.

But Old Jiang's words did spur him on. After all, Jiang Wen was forty and still thinking about having another child. Being young himself, he needed to work even harder.

So that night, when Zhao Fusheng got home, he was especially 'hardworking.'

After their lovemaking, Fan Baobao leaned against Zhao Fusheng, looking tired but alluring. She cast him a seductive glance. 'What's gotten into you today? You're so wild.'

'Don't even mention it. That bastard Old Jiang got under my skin,' Zhao Fusheng said indignantly.

Recalling how Old Jiang had said he wanted another child and then, with a weird look, asked why Fan Baobao's belly still hadn't shown any signs after so long of marriage, Zhao Fusheng felt particularly frustrated.

Damn it, having lived two lives, he was actually being looked down upon in this matter.

'Ha, so it's jealousy.'

Fan Baobao giggled and glanced at him. 'You're so petty.'

He glared at her. 'Your husband gets dissed, and you're laughing without a care. Tell me, don't you need a lesson?'

'Come on, if you can, teach me a lesson,' Fan Baobao said with a seductive smile, winking at him.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

This woman was crazy. He had to give her a good lesson today!

Bending down, Zhao Fusheng kissed her fiercely...

Men usually like to vent their anger through release, like making love. But unfortunately, in this matter, women always end up victorious.

There are only exhausted oxen, never worn-out fields.

Due to physiological structure, men are always the losers. Even if a man claims to be invincible, he's just bragging. Otherwise, he's heard too much flattery and actually thinks he's something.

You see, while the post-coital moment is when a man is most clear-headed, it's also when he's most vulnerable.

In the end, Zhao Fusheng couldn't completely subdue Fan Baobao. Looking at the woman sleeping soundly beside him, he sighed softly.

He knew that Fan Baobao had always been worried about him.

That's why she used this way to help him relieve stress.

Thinking about their wildness just now, Zhao Fusheng shook his head. Sometimes people really can't control themselves.

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The next morning, when Zhao Fusheng woke up refreshed, Fan Baobao had already left. She had plans to go shopping with Zhou Yun today.

As for Fan Beibei, since it was the weekend, Bai Jie had picked her up early to go out and play.

Zheng Yao, Dong Chenxi, and Bai Jie—these three women were all single now, old friends of Zhao Fusheng, and also familiar with Fan Baobao. So Fan Beibei often spent weekends with them.

Fan Beibei enjoyed being spoiled by them. At home, she had to follow rules, but outside, these women granted her every wish.

Zhao Fusheng had no objections. Since that was the case, he might as well have a free day today.

'Where are you planning to go today?'

Hu Donghai asked Zhao Fusheng.

As Zhao Fusheng's head of security, besides arranging for someone to follow Fan Baobao, his main task was to stay with Zhao Fusheng.

'Nowhere in particular.'

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

That was the truth. Over at Future Investment, Dong Chenxi was in the US handling Facebook matters. He had visited Future Technology a few days ago, and Dong Guoxiang was leading the team in developing a new game.

As for the company headquarters, if he showed up there, he'd probably be roped into work by Zheng Yao.

And for Future Film, it wasn't appropriate for him, as the boss, to show up too often, especially now that Ye Jing had just announced a restructuring of the film company.

So, Zhao Fusheng was truly idle now.

'Then I'll just stay home with you,' Hu Donghai said with a laugh.

As a bodyguard, this was the best scenario. If Zhao Fusheng went out, he'd have to stay alert and watch the surroundings.

But now, with Zhao Fusheng staying home, it was undoubtedly good news for the bodyguards.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng's phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, Zhao Fusheng laughed. 'Sorry, Old Hu. Looks like I still have to go out.'

Hu Donghai was taken aback, then gave a wry smile. He shook his head helplessly, pulled out his phone, and started sending messages to alert the others.

Zhao Fusheng answered the phone.

'Sis, you need something?'

'Yeah, something came up. Do you have time?' Sister Feihong's voice came from the other end. 'I'm in Chaoyang now. Come over...'

She then gave him an address.

Zhao Fusheng had no problem with that. After confirming the exact location, he set out with Hu Donghai and the others.

In the past, Zhao Fusheng never quite understood why rich people liked to go out with a big entourage, making a grand show. Now he kind of got it. Often, it wasn't intentional; they simply had no choice.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand beneath a dangerous wall, and a man of wealth should not sit in a hall's center. With his wealth, if something happened, it wouldn't affect just one or two people.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng didn't dare take risks.

So, he would rather be seen as putting on airs than refuse the security personnel arranged by Zhang Qian.

Eight people, two black sedans, one in front and one behind Zhao Fusheng's car, protecting his safety—that was the task Zhang Qian had assigned to Hu Donghai and his team.

Arriving at the meeting place, Zhao Fusheng didn't get out immediately. He first let Hu Donghai and his team get out. After someone went in to check the place, they called Hu Donghai.

Only then did Zhao Fusheng step out and walk in.

It was a tea house, decently decorated with a somewhat antique charm. Zhao Fusheng walked in and saw Yu Feihong waiting for him there.

He waved to greet Yu Feihong. Seeing him, she quickly came over.

'Sis, what's the matter?' Zhao Fusheng asked curiously. In his memory, Yu Feihong rarely asked him for help.

In all the years they'd known each other, aside from the time she asked for help with the film, she had always tried to solve problems using her own connections, even when the foundation ran into trouble. She rarely asked Zhao Fusheng for help.

But this time, Zhao Fusheng could tell she really wanted his help.

Since that was the case, he naturally wouldn't stand by.

'Let's talk inside,' Yu Feihong said without rushing. She glanced at Zhao Fusheng and then at Hu Donghai and the others beside him, before pulling him into a private room.

When they entered the room, Zhao Fusheng was startled, because he saw someone he never expected to be there.