Chapter 1783 Cathay Pacific

There are all kinds of women in this world, with bizarre personalities and hobbies. Some don't like this, some don't like that, but there is almost no woman who doesn't like shopping.

Fan Baobao hadn't enjoyed herself fully yesterday, so naturally she wouldn't let such a good day slip by today.

It was rare for Zhao Fusheng to have time to accompany her.

Last night, she had paid a considerable 'price' to beg Zhao Fusheng to go shopping with her.

"How many days off do you have?"

Zhao Fusheng accompanied Fan Baobao on a long stroll around Wangfujing, watching her pick and choose with delight, and asked helplessly.

"A week."

Fan Baobao looked up and said with a smile, "What, do you have any plans?"

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Fan Baobao, "How about we go shopping in Hong Kong?"

"Ah?"

Fan Baobao was stunned, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

She really hadn't expected her man to be so good to her.

His usual style was to hand her his bank card and let her buy whatever she wanted.

But unexpectedly, today he actually took the initiative to suggest taking her to Hong Kong.

"What's your scheme?"

Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng suspiciously and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, speechless.

Did he really look that much like a bad guy?

"Ahem, look at you. Isn't it that Mom is taking care of the kid now, and Beibei is in school with nothing much going on? I was thinking we could have some time alone together."

Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao, "You know me, when have I ever schemed against you?"

"Heh..."

Fan Baobao didn't believe his explanation at all and gave a 'heh' that said it all.

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng nodded helplessly and had to tell the truth: "Actually, I just think it's not easy for us to be alone together. Now that we have the chance, let's spend more time as a couple, like last night..."

Fan Baobao blushed and punched Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder: "Pervert! All you think about is that kind of thing!"

But Zhao Fusheng was unabashed, looking calm and saying, "I'm a normal man. What's wrong with thinking about that kind of thing? Isn't it normal?"

"Get lost!"

Fan Baobao's tongue was sharp, and she spat out one word at Zhao Fusheng.

Then she turned around and went shopping.

There was no other choice; if she didn't leave, she was afraid she'd be angered to death by this insensitive man.

He didn't know how to coax her, besides telling her to buy, buy, buy, couldn't he think of anything else?

Zhao Fusheng looked completely innocent, having no idea what was wrong with Fan Baobao. Had he said something wrong?

Women, such a difficult animal to understand.

You never know what they're thinking or what they want. To put it bluntly, they can drive you to death.

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That said, the next day, Fan Baobao still had Wu Sijie buy plane tickets to Hong Kong.

The reason was simple: she also really enjoyed spending time alone with Zhao Fusheng.

After all, feelings need to be maintained by both parties.

"Where will we stay when we get there?"

Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng as they boarded the plane.

Zhao Fusheng paused, nodded, and then laughed: "Anywhere is fine. Initially, we booked the Victoria Hotel. We'll stay there for a day first, and then we can decide if you want to change places. How about that?"

"Okay."

Fan Baobao smiled.

She was just asking casually; when booking the tickets, Wu Sijie must have already arranged the hotel.

Since it was a trip, neither Zhao Fusheng nor Fan Baobao brought many people. Apart from Wu Sijie, the chairman's assistant, there were a few bodyguards, eleven people in total.

But the trouble was that because it was a last-minute decision, they couldn't get first-class tickets and had to settle for business class.

"Welcome aboard Cathay Pacific..."

At the plane door, the handsome captain smiled and greeted everyone.

This was etiquette; when boarding, the crew members welcome the guests at the door.

Zhao Fusheng nodded to him, took Fan Baobao's hand, and boarded the plane, followed by Wu Sijie and the others.

The group soon sat down.

After takeoff, the flight was very smooth.

"Excuse me, could you do me a favor?"

At that moment, a young man sitting across the aisle from Zhao Fusheng asked him.

Zhao Fusheng was startled: "Something wrong?"

Since it was an international flight, there were three rows of seats. The young man sat in the middle row, while Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao sat by the window.

"I'm a photographer. I want to take some pictures of the clouds. Could you ask your wife next to you to switch seats with me? Just for a few minutes."

The man was a bit shy, looking at Zhao Fusheng as he asked.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, didn't mind, and nodded in agreement.

Fan Baobao naturally had no objection. She wasn't the type to be fussy; the man was just asking for a favor. If she refused, she'd be too pretentious.

Soon, Fan Baobao got up and switched seats with him. The man sat by the window with his camera and started snapping away.

It was clear he was a professional photographer; the angles and scenery he chose were quite beautiful.

"Very professional."

Zhao Fusheng remarked casually.

"Thanks."

The young man was a bit shy: "I just love photography."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. It was normal for people to have hobbies. Not to mention him, even Zhao Fusheng himself had hobbies, but because of his business, he hadn't done what he liked for a long time.

Sometimes that's how the world works: you gain something and lose something. If you want to get something, you're destined to lose something else, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Because it's a choice: left or right, gain or lose.

It's not easy to have both, because you have to be sure that your choice won't affect your plans.

"Are you traveling to Hong Kong?"

The young man, about twenty-two or twenty-three, with a Beijing accent, asked Zhao Fusheng politely.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Traveling with my wife."

"Oh, oh."

The young man nodded: "Your wife is very beautiful, like a movie star."

Fan Baobao had rarely appeared on screen in recent years. The hit drama 'Lurk' had made her popular for a while, but the problem was that she was in a Republican-era costume in that show, and today she was wearing sunglasses and dressed very stylishly, so she wasn't easily recognized.

"Heh..."

Zhao Fusheng could only respond with such a smile. What else could he say? He couldn't tell the man that his wife was indeed a star.

If he did, Fan Baobao would probably kill him.

Just then, the flight attendant began distributing meals.

The meal cart reached Zhao Fusheng. Fan Baobao was sitting there and couldn't easily switch back with the young man, so she just stayed put.

"Hello, would you like pasta or rice?"

The flight attendant asked Zhao Fusheng in English.

Zhao Fusheng had already eaten before boarding, so he shook his head: "No, thank you. I've already eaten."

Airline food was really terrible, so he and Fan Baobao had made sure to eat before boarding.

Since he didn't want any, she naturally didn't ask further.

The flight attendant looked at the young man and continued in English: "Excuse me, would you like pasta or rice?"

The young man didn't react, looking completely bewildered.

After the flight attendant repeated herself, he weakly asked, "What did you say?"

Clearly, he didn't understand what the flight attendant said.

The flight attendant repeated in English once more.

The young man was almost in tears, but very polite, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I don't understand English. Could you speak Mandarin?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, about to speak, when he noticed that the flight attendant acted as if she didn't understand that the young man didn't know English. Smiling, without changing her posture, she repeated in English: "Would you like pasta or rice?"

The young man was anxious, stood up to seek help from other crew members, but found they were all far away. Then the flight attendant, still with that smile, continued in English: "Would you like pasta or rice?"

The young man was so embarrassed he didn't know what to do. He looked at Zhao Fusheng with pleading eyes: "Um, bro, do you understand English? Could you tell her I don't want anything?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said to the flight attendant in English: "He doesn't need anything."

The flight attendant nodded, a smile appearing on her face, but Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that her smile was so glaring.