Chapter 0139: The Gold Bracelet

Effort leads to reward, and love leads to being together—these are the two biggest lies in the world, yet they sustained us through the stumbling years of our youth.

Perhaps even Zhao Fusheng himself didn't realize that Fan Baobao had always been an obsession for him.

In fact, the reasoning was simple: everyone has a childhood sweetheart from their youth. You might unknowingly have a particularly close relationship with her or him, and then for some reason, you don't end up together. But years later, when you hear news of that person, wouldn't a flutter stir in your heart?

The Fan family's misfortune—the Zhao Fusheng of the past had been powerless to prevent it, watching the tragedy unfold. In the end, although Fan Baobao achieved fame and success in the entertainment industry, a girl with no connections or background—what price she had to pay to rise in that world, Zhao Fusheng dared not think about, nor could he imagine.

So now, he could not allow such a tragedy to happen again.

No matter the final outcome, in Zhao Fusheng's view, he had to ensure that in this life, Fan Baobao could live a normal, happy life.

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When they returned to school, it was already late. Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng carrying a large pile of things, thought for a moment, and said, “I’ll help you take it upstairs.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded. “Come on, don’t be polite.”

Fan Baobao shot him a glare and helped him carry the things upstairs.

“Give me a chance tonight, let me treat you to dinner, how about it?” Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao with a smile.

Fan Baobao nodded and waved her arm. “I’m definitely going to eat a big meal—I’m exhausted.”

In the end, after much deliberation, she picked a nearby Korean restaurant and ordered two bowls of bibimbap and one plate of seasoned vegetables.

“This is what you call a big meal?” Zhao Fusheng held his chopsticks, staring blankly at Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao gave him an exasperated look. “You’re just an intern—how much salary can you earn? Your aunt and uncle are opening a shop, money’s tight. Save a little where you can.”

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded gently. “Mm, I understand.”

His obedience surprised Fan Baobao. After all, Zhao Fusheng was the one who loved to argue with her most; whatever she said, he would always oppose it. Though most of the time she would “suppress” him, he had never tired of it since childhood.

But for some reason, Fan Baobao felt that since her family’s troubles, Zhao Fusheng seemed to have changed a lot.

“By the way, do you remember that teacher from our elementary school, Wang Xiaoru?” Fan Baobao suddenly recalled something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, then remembered, and smiled. “The Chinese teacher?”

“Yes, yes, that’s her.” Fan Baobao said with a beaming smile. “A while ago, when I was out shopping with Zhou Yun, I saw her. Turns out she’s also come to the capital and is now selling clothes.”

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes. “What’s so surprising? So many people are going into business these days.”

“Have some shame, will you? Have you forgotten why she quit?” Fan Baobao rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then recalled something, and a strange expression crossed his face. Fan Baobao continued, “Back then, we were playing with magnets at school. You insisted on playing during class, and she caught you. The magnet stuck to her gold bracelet, and she cried right then and there…”

"Cough, cough..." Zhao Fusheng coughed a few times, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. He also recalled the incident Fan Baobao had mentioned and said helplessly, "But you can't blame me for that. She scratched the principal's face all over in his office, so she had to resign."

He paused, then glared at Fan Baobao. "Besides, don't think I've forgotten—you were the one who brought that magnet to school."

Fan Baobao stuck out her tongue, looking innocent.

"By the way, are you really planning to keep working at Boss Zheng's company?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng after eating for a while, as if thinking something over.

Clearly, she was especially concerned about this.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and nodded. "At least it's a decent job. For me right now, it's particularly suitable."

He was telling the truth. At least from the current perspective, working in advertising—a trade he had been in for over a decade in his previous life—was undoubtedly the best choice.

After all, Zhao Fusheng knew he wasn't some so-called genius. Apart from the vague and unreliable foreknowledge in his mind, he had no means or talent for making big money.

Don't be fooled by so-called legendary stories. Those tales of making huge sums of money with no effort and no capital are, in the end, only possible because those people had accumulated enough knowledge in that field, or behind them, there were truths unknown or hard to understand for ordinary people.

Making money has never been a particularly simple or easy thing; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many poor people in the world.

Zhao Fusheng firmly believed this.

So he simply chose to do what he was best at, at least ensuring a stable chance of success.

"Wait until I become famous, then you won't have to do this anymore. Be my agent," Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng after a moment's thought, with a serious expression.

Zhao Fusheng laughed. "Be your agent? You're thinking too much. First, become famous, then we'll talk."

"Look at you, why can't you appreciate kindness?" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "First, I don't have a sister named Mai Shiranui. Second, if you become famous, by then I might already be a millionaire. Have you ever seen a millionaire working as a star's agent?"

"Hmph!"

Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, then let out a delicate snort, rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng, and couldn't be bothered to deal with him.

But a few seconds later, she burst out laughing. "Mai Shiranui, can't appreciate kindness, hahahaha..."

Zhao Fusheng found her long reaction time quite exasperating, so he simply ignored her and lowered his head to eat.

The two had dinner together, costing a little over thirty yuan. Fan Baobao generously declared that Zhao Fusheng should treat, so he took out his wallet to pay and then escorted Miss Fan back to her dorm.

Standing at the bottom of the dormitory building, Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng. "Listen, when you go back, don't speak ill of me, got it?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded helplessly. "Don't worry, I won't."

He watched Fan Baobao go upstairs, then shook his head and walked back to the hotel.

Lying on the hotel bed, Zhao Fusheng looked at the starry sky outside the window, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Figuring the time, it should be about right.

If he wasn't mistaken, certain people should be getting restless.