Chapter 1839: Disgusting Things

More than a decade later, Fan Beibei, who could enjoy life freely, was still just a primary school student.

For a primary school student, the most terrifying thing in the world was homework.

Although it wasn't winter break yet, it happened to be the weekend. Little Fan Beibei, slumped over her desk doing homework, wore an expression of utter despair, as if she had encountered the most tragic thing in the world.

Of course, in her eyes, she was indeed the most tragic person in the world right now.

Otherwise, why would she be sitting here doing homework instead of going out to play?

"You went out to play without me!"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao return, the little girl pouted in protest.

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao exchanged a glance and both laughed, clearly not taking it to heart.

"Beibei, you're a good kid. Good kids have to study."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and patted the little girl's head, then said, "If you can rank in the top ten of your class in the final exam, I'll take you out to play. How about that?"

"Really?"

Fan Beibei's eyes lit up as she looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Of course it's true. I said so."

"Okay! Pinky swear!"

The little girl raised her hand toward Zhao Fusheng, intending to make a pact with him.

"Nonsense!"

Fan Baobao shot Zhao Fusheng a glare and was about to speak, but Zhao Fusheng waved his hand to stop her and said, "No problem. Pinky swear."

With that, he reached out and made the pact with the little girl.

"Pinky swear, cross my heart, a hundred years no change..."

The little girl's voice was crisp, making one involuntarily feel much younger.

After the pact was made, Zhao Fusheng ruffled the little girl's head: "Do your homework. Big brother has to work."

"Mm."

Fan Beibei nodded. At this moment, she was naturally well-behaved and especially sensible.

Stepping into his own room, Zhao Fusheng turned on the computer and began looking at documents.

Fan Baobao knew he had things to attend to, so she went downstairs without disturbing him further.

Zhao Fusheng sat alone in the study; occasionally, the sound of a child crying came from downstairs, which was quite amusing.

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Life, after all, must be lived day by day. That's what life is.

For Zhao Fusheng, it was the same.

This year, the state banned setting off fireworks in the capital. To be honest, Zhao Fusheng found it very dull. At his psychological age, he no longer had any expectations for the Spring Festival; his only thought was to stay with his family.

"You're not going back to Ninghai this year?"

Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng in his office.

She had come today to report on the company's situation and chatted with Zhao Fusheng for a bit.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "My mom said since the whole family is here, there's no need to go back. As for relatives, a phone call will do."

"That makes sense."

Zheng Yao naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. In fact, she was also considering whether to bring her parents from Ninghai to the capital.

After all, they had few relatives there, and her parents were getting older. Her career was all in the capital; if possible, it would be more suitable for them to spend their old age here.

At the very least, the medical conditions in the capital were much better than in Ninghai.

This was a very realistic issue. No matter how wealthy one was, everyone had to face the problems of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

To give the simplest example: if one lived in Ninghai, even with a net worth of billions, if they fell suddenly ill, the only doctors they could rely on were those at the local hospitals in Ninghai.

In comparison, the medical level in Ninghai was worlds apart from that of major cities like the capital and Mingzhu.

Therefore, in Zheng Yao's consideration, since her parents were getting older and she had the means, it was more appropriate to bring them to a big city.

"It's not like you don't have a place here. Hurry up and bring the elderly over."

Zhao Fusheng smiled at Zheng Yao: "After all, Professor Zheng and his wife are not young anymore. With you around, at least you can take care of them."

"Makes sense. I'll look into it."

Zheng Yao nodded, deeply agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's words.

But honestly, she knew she might be a bit wishful. Her parents were both professors at Ninghai Normal College and wouldn't leave Ninghai easily; after all, they had lived there for decades and surely had emotional attachments.

"I..."

Just as Zheng Yao was about to speak to Zhao Fusheng, the office door was pushed open, and Wu Sijie walked in quickly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Wu Sijie, somewhat puzzled.

Wu Sijie gave a wry smile: "Chairman, there's a bit of trouble."

"What is it?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

"Well, the car downstairs was scratched..." Wu Sijie rubbed his hands together, looking a bit embarrassed.

Ah?

Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao were both stunned.

The car was scratched?

Zhao Fusheng's first reaction was whether he had offended someone recently, and this was a warning.

Otherwise, why would someone scratch his car for no reason?

Zheng Yao's face also darkened, and she asked Wu Sijie: "What happened? Did you catch the person?"

"Caught them."

Wu Sijie smiled bitterly: "That's why it's a bit troublesome."

"Let's go down and take a look."

Zhao Fusheng keenly sensed that Wu Sijie seemed troubled, so he stood up and said to Wu Sijie and Zheng Yao.

The three of them went out, followed by a group of people, and soon arrived at the office building.

Since Zhao Fusheng hadn't planned to stay at the company long and had only come up to meet Zheng Yao, the motorcade was parked in nearby parking spaces.

Logically, there should have been drivers in the cars, but when Zhao Fusheng walked over, he saw that his car had several scratches.

And clearly, they were made with a hard object.

"It's all my fault. I fell asleep in the car..."

The driver of the last car said to Zhao Fusheng, looking remorseful.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "It's not your fault."

The car being scratched had nothing to do with the driver; he wasn't the type to blame others for no reason.

But the question was, how did the car get scratched?

"Did you catch the person who scratched it?"

Zhao Fusheng asked the driver.

His car had an alarm and a dashcam; there was no way they couldn't catch the person.

The driver smiled bitterly and pointed to a spot not far away. Zhao Fusheng froze.

Because not far away, blocked by several bodyguards, were an old woman in her fifties and a boy of about eight or nine.

"Them?"

Zhao Fusheng pointed at the obvious grandmother and grandson, dumbfounded, and asked the driver.

Wu Sijie interjected: "Yes, the child and the old woman were out for a walk. The kid picked up a stone and drew on our car..."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. Was the adult crazy or the child stupid? Who draws on someone else's car?

"I tell you, kids just don't understand. What's the big deal? You don't have to make such a fuss!"

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to speak, a commotion broke out over there. Looking up, he saw the old woman gesticulating and arguing with the Future Group staff.

"Go find out what's going on."

Zhao Fusheng's expression darkened as he said to Wu Sijie.

Wu Sijie nodded and walked toward where the old woman and child were.

A moment later, the noise over there grew louder.

Zhao Fusheng frowned and was about to walk over, but Zheng Yao stopped him.

"Forget it. Don't go over there."

Zheng Yao said seriously to Zhao Fusheng: "You're the chairman of Future Group. If word gets out, it won't be appropriate."

She was naturally considering Zhao Fusheng's reputation.

After all, this incident happened near Future Group, and it wasn't a big deal. There was no need to blow it up; it would only make them seem petty.

Zhao Fusheng's expression softened slightly. He thought for a moment and nodded: "Alright."

He naturally understood what Zheng Yao meant and knew she was looking out for him. Besides, as she said, it wasn't a big matter; he could leave it to Wu Sijie to handle.

"Come on, let's go upstairs."

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng had nothing more to say, Zheng Yao took his arm and prepared to go upstairs.

They had only walked a short distance when they heard a wailing behind them.

Turning around, Zhao Fusheng saw a scene that left him dumbfounded.

The old woman who had been standing there just moments ago suddenly plopped down on the ground and began to howl at the top of her lungs.

"The rich are bullying people!"

"Heavens! Is there no justice!"

"Help! Someone help!"

Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao looked at each other, both stunned.

What was going on?

Soon, Wu Sijie walked up to Zhao Fusheng, looking very embarrassed.

"What happened?"

Zhao Fusheng asked, somewhat surprised.

He was truly confused and had no idea what was going on.

Especially when the child saw the old woman crying on the ground, he also started wailing, which made Zhao Fusheng feel irritated.

"Well, I told her she had to pay for the car repairs, and she said she had no money."

Wu Sijie looked at Zhao Fusheng with difficulty and smiled bitterly: "I asked her to notify the child's parents, and the old woman started throwing a tantrum..."

Zhao Fusheng blinked, making sure he hadn't misheard, then looked at Wu Sijie: "You mean she doesn't intend to pay for the repairs?"

"Yeah."

Wu Sijie's expression was quite helpless: "She said it was just kids fooling around, why make such a big deal out of it."

Holy shit!

Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao were both stunned.

Especially Zhao Fusheng. He had only heard of such things before but had never seen them.

But this time, he really had his eyes opened.

"He's just a child!"

"How can you be so heartless to a child!"

"Grandma! Grandma!"

The grandmother and grandson were still shouting, and Zhao Fusheng's face grew darker.

He suddenly felt a wave of disgust. In this day and age, had the bad guys grown old, or had the old guys turned bad?