Chapter 0161: Farewell

As she walked out of the bank, Fan Baobao, though her back was turned to Zhao Fusheng, her constantly shaking shoulders indicated that she was in a particularly joyful state at that moment.

And Zhao Fusheng knew very well that although he had no mirror to see himself, just a moment ago, the expression on his face must have changed rapidly and been extremely vivid.

Just as humans cannot tell whether a grinning gorilla is excited or angry, Zhao Fusheng now could not tell whether Fan Baobao, who was laughing so hard tears were about to come out, was happy because she saw him make a fool of himself or angry because he wanted to transfer money to her.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng always had a way to deal with such situations.

“Laughing too much can easily cause wrinkles on your face.” Standing beside Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng said seriously, his face solemn and earnest, making him look quite credible.

Fan Baobao paused. Although she doubted the truth of Zhao Fusheng’s words, the problem was, what if they were true?

Forcing herself to stop laughing, Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng and said earnestly, “You don’t need to give me money. I still have enough living expenses.”

Zhao Fusheng smiled, reached out and ruffled Fan Baobao’s hair: “Come on, were you planning to work during the break?”

Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, then glared at Zhao Fusheng but said nothing.

The most frustrating thing about growing up together as childhood sweethearts was that often, as soon as a thought popped into one’s mind, before it could be put into practice, it was seen through.

“The family’s financial situation has improved a lot now. I’ve also established a foothold at Future Advertising. At least until you graduate, you don’t have to worry about money.”

Zhao Fusheng looked seriously at Fan Baobao: “No matter what you think, at least for now, you have to listen to me.”

“Why?”

Unconvinced, Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked instinctively.

“I’m your nominal boyfriend and fiancé,” Zhao Fusheng shrugged, with an air of ‘what can you do about it’: “Although I’m very unwilling, I have no choice but to make do with myself.”

He paused and smiled: “Remember, you’ll have to repay me tenfold or a hundredfold in the future, got it?”

This last sentence extinguished the trace of gratitude that had just stirred in Fan Baobao’s heart before she could express it. She decided that no matter what, she wouldn’t let this guy see that she was moved by him, or he would definitely laugh her to death.

“Let’s go to the bank.” Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng and said to him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, nodded, and followed behind Fan Baobao as they walked toward the bank together.

Transferring five thousand yuan from his bank card to Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng said to her: “If you need money here, call me. Don’t go out looking for random jobs. If you run into bad people, you won’t even have anyone to help.”

Fan Baobao remained silent, only nodding quietly.

Some words didn’t need to be spoken, just as Zhao Fusheng knew that if one day he couldn’t make it, Fan Baobao would unhesitatingly give him all the money she had.

“Wang Jinghua probably won’t cause you any trouble. Just study at school and occasionally take on a little work,” Zhao Fusheng instructed Fan Baobao.

After all, what he had shown before was enough to make Wang Jinghua clearly understand that treating Fan Baobao well would do her no harm.

Human relationships are as thin as paper; wealth moves people’s hearts.

These ten words seemed simple but profoundly revealed a truth: nowadays, apart from blood relatives, even the best of friends, if one side always gives and the other never reciprocates, will eventually part ways.

“I understand. Don’t work too hard when you go back. Take care of Uncle and Auntie. And with my mom and Beibei, you’ve worked hard too,” Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng.

She also knew that under the current circumstances, the only person she could rely on was Zhao Fusheng.

“Mm, don’t worry.” Zhao Fusheng agreed, looked up at the sky, and let out a long breath.

In his previous life, he might never have carefully looked up at the sky above his head, perhaps because he was too busy back then.

“What are you thinking about?” Fan Baobao’s voice sounded beside him. Clearly, she noticed that Zhao Fusheng’s mood was a bit strange. After all, she rarely saw him show such a sentimental side.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: “Nothing. I just think the sky in Beijing is so vast…”

Fan Baobao didn’t quite understand his words but wisely said nothing.

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They say a person’s memory is a city, where time corrodes all buildings, turning high towers and roads into sand. If we don’t move forward, we will be buried by the sand. So we weep, look back step by step, but can only walk toward the road ahead in life.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng passed through Fan Baobao’s world, and Fan Baobao passed through Zhao Fusheng’s world, like two parallel lines that occasionally intersected before falling silent again.

Now, watching her reluctant back as she walked back to the dormitory, a smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Fusheng’s mouth. Life is like this; if you think it’s too simple, you will lose yourself in your fantasies.

And the more beautiful the fantasy, the more we feel that reality is too cruel to us. What we think is easy is really just a joke.

That’s why Zhao Fusheng treated every matter and every person after his rebirth so seriously, because he knew that life requires such an attitude to be wonderful.

Near the Central Academy of Drama, there was an airport ticket agency. After seeing Fan Baobao off, Zhao Fusheng went to the agency to buy a plane ticket to leave Beijing the next morning. Returning to the hotel, lying on the bed, he carefully reviewed this trip to the capital.

They say one should reflect on oneself three times a day. In Zhao Fusheng’s view, although he couldn’t manage to reflect three times daily, it was still necessary to maintain a clear awareness of himself. At the very least, he wouldn’t make wrong decisions out of complacency.

“With Qingcheng Culture, I was a bit impulsive. I could have simply ignored the provocations of Mu Qingwan and He Yunzhi and directly repurchased the copyright,” Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself as he lay in bed.

With his experience, he could see afterward that although He Yunzhi and Mu Qingwan’s approach was somewhat tough, they actually had the intention of recruiting him.

However, because Zhao Fusheng had never considered working for others, the matter eventually escalated into a tense standoff, turning them from collaborators into opponents.

Zhao Fusheng didn’t exactly regret it, but it seemed now that he had indeed been a bit too impulsive and not calm enough.

But regardless, since things had come to this, regret was meaningless. Next, it seemed he would need to make some arrangements in the entertainment industry.