Chapter 1822: Heartbreaking

People always come to understand one truth: in this world, some things cannot be changed by effort and inner complaints alone, not even for the two Daddies Ma.

Zhao Fusheng had once wondered whether changes in fate were really like the butterfly effect, where an inconspicuous wing flap could stir a storm across the world, and whether fate could be greatly altered by a nobody.

Would the future, at some moment, return to the starting point?

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng was filled with awe at these thoughts.

Because his own existence made him aware that in this world, there was an invisible mysterious force controlling everything.

Since that was the case, Zhao Fusheng felt that whatever he did, there must be a limit.

"It's decided."

Zhao Fusheng said to Zheng Yao: "Seek development steadily, and from now on, minimize new projects, consolidate the projects we have. In real estate, the land we acquired earlier should be developed as soon as possible. If there's an opportunity, we should continue to acquire land."

After a moment's thought, Zhao Fusheng added to Zheng Yao: "Also, every subsidiary must set aside a sum of money each year for charity, in the company's name, and it must be carried out earnestly and落到实处. Understand?"

"Charity?"

Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng with some surprise, clearly not understanding his meaning.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and explained to her: "Money can never be fully earned. For a company, having a good reputation can sometimes be very useful, don't you think?"

"That's true."

Zheng Yao agreed with Zhao Fusheng's point.

She came from an advertising and marketing background, and though she might not have Zhao Fusheng's big-picture vision, from a marketing perspective, his proposal made a lot of sense.

No matter which subsidiary of the Future Group, if it set aside a sum of money each year and put it to practical use for charity, it would greatly benefit the company's reputation.

At the very least, it would make people feel that this was a company with a conscience.

"So we'll also build primary schools?"

Zheng Yao thought for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What we build isn't important; what matters is that we make a name for ourselves."

He paused, looked at Zheng Yao, and said seriously: "Also, remember: since we're doing it, do it earnestly. Spend the money that needs to be spent, and don't play any tricks with fake donations."

In his previous life, he had seen too many celebrities ruined by fake donation scandals.

Reputation is something that must not be damaged; once damaged, one will pay a heavy price.

"I understand. You can rest assured on that."

Zheng Yao nodded to Zhao Fusheng. As the CEO of the Future Group, she understood this principle better than anyone, and naturally knew that Zhao Fusheng's words were not alarmist.

"But seriously," Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng and smiled, "I always feel that your sense of social responsibility is a bit too strong."

This was her true feeling, and even Dong Chenxi and others had privately discussed that Zhao Fusheng, though he often said things like 'every man for himself and the devil takes the hindmost' and 'all hustle and bustle is for profit,' in reality?

When it came to charity, this guy was really willing to spend money.

Every year, the charity gala and various donations—Zhao Fusheng personally contributed a considerable amount. On this point alone, he was a hundred times better than those who couldn't wait to publicize their charitable deeds.

"I call it giving back to society."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes at Zheng Yao and couldn't be bothered to explain further.

He couldn't exactly tell her that it was because he had been reborn and felt that if he didn't do something, he would be letting down the chance heaven had given him to start over.

This was his biggest secret, which he hadn't even told Fan Baobao, his wife, let alone anyone else.

Secrets are best kept forever.

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Zhao Fusheng always kept his word. As the saying goes in Hong Kong movies, if you say you'll make everyone整齐, then not one should be missing.

Earlier, he had promised Fan Baobao to pray for their unborn child. Not long after, Zhao Fusheng had Wu Sijie deliver a check for ten million yuan to Yu Feihong.

"So much money, what are you going to do?"

Yu Feihong didn't call when she received the check; instead, she came to visit in person.

Of course, partly to ask Zhao Fusheng the reason, and partly to see Fan Baobao, since she was pregnant.

"For charity, of course."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Yu Feihong: "I heard that Xue Yuanfang's uncle might inspect the western Sichuan region after the New Year. Our foundation should do more charity work there—build schools, build houses for the poor. If the money isn't enough, I can contribute more."

"You…"

Yu Feihong frowned slightly, looking at Zhao Fusheng: "Do you have other plans?"

Clearly, she misunderstood, thinking Zhao Fusheng was making a political investment.

Zhao Fusheng gently shook his head and didn't explain much, only telling Yu Feihong not to ask too many questions and to do as he said.

In the end, Yu Feihong couldn't get anything out of him and had to let it go.

There was no help for it; Zhao Fusheng was notoriously stubborn. Once he set his mind on something, he rarely changed course.

In this regard, Yu Feihong felt that Zhao Fusheng was very much like her—both had an indomitable character. Once they decided on something, they would go all out to accomplish it, no matter how much hardship they endured, never giving up.

But regardless, since Zhao Fusheng was willing to put up the money, Yu Feihong was happy to help, not because of the amount, but because his proposal could indeed help more people.

After years of charity work, Yu Feihong had come to understand one truth: no matter whether people genuinely wanted to do good or were just seeking fame, as long as they were willing to put real money on the table, that was fine.

As Zhao Fusheng had once told her, it doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat; as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.

For Yu Feihong, whatever the motive, as long as someone was willing to spend money on good deeds, she would welcome it with open arms.

Watching Yu Feihong chatting with Fan Baobao about the baby, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly. Sister Feihong had become a full-fledged idealistic practitioner.

Though she still harbored hopes for the future, she was no longer as helpless in the face of difficulties as she once was.

Now, Sister Feihong knew clearly what she needed and how to achieve her ideals.

For a female artist, this was undoubtedly not easy.

"By the way, sis, when do you plan to get married?"

Fan Baobao, stroking her belly, suddenly asked Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong was even older than Zhao Fusheng, and Zhao Fusheng already had his second child, yet she remained single without even a boyfriend. Naturally, her family and friends were concerned.

Hearing Fan Baobao's question, Yu Feihong was momentarily stunned, then broke into a smile: "I'm not in a hurry."

As she spoke, she reached out and also touched Fan Baobao's belly: "When your second child is born, I'll be the godmother, how about that?"

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao looked at each other in surprise. Fan Baobao's gaze at Zhao Fusheng was full of confusion.

Zhao Fusheng, after a moment of surprise, smiled and nodded: "Sure, since you're my sister, being the godmother to this child is more than fitting."

Fan Baobao didn't know what Yu Feihong was thinking, but Zhao Fusheng understood clearly: at this point, Sister Feihong had already begun to consider not marrying.

In his memory, Sister Feihong in her previous life had always been single, with occasional rumors that were eventually proven false.

She was like a solitary bird, flying alone.

Though her posture was always elegant, Zhao Fusheng truly didn't think she was happy.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng sighed. He wanted to advise Yu Feihong but didn't know where to start.

Everyone has their own life. He could choose his own lifestyle, and Yu Feihong could choose the one she liked, as long as she thought it would make her happy.

"What's wrong?"

Though Zhao Fusheng's sigh was subtle, the perceptive Yu Feihong noticed it and looked at him curiously.

"Nothing."

In front of Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to say much. He shook his head and said to Yu Feihong: "I was thinking about some business matters."

Yu Feihong rolled her eyes at him: "You, I'm not saying this to criticize you, but childbirth is no easy thing for a woman. As a husband, you should always keep it in mind, you know?"

Clearly, she was standing up for Fan Baobao.

Zhao Fusheng smiled lightly and nodded: "Don't worry, sis, I know what I'm doing."

He wasn't some naive young man; he was very attentive to Fan Baobao.

He had just been a bit embarrassed thinking about Yu Feihong's situation.

People occasionally have moments of sentimentality. Something or some opportunity might make them sensitive and sharp, thinking more and considering more.

It's often said that Lin Daiyu lived a short life because she thought too much. Actually, there is some truth to that.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng wasn't that kind of person. He changed the subject and began discussing the foundation with Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong didn't think much of it. Since Zhao Fusheng asked, she started telling him and Fan Baobao about her recent experiences.