Chapter 2003: A Happy Life

A moment later, Liu Yiming returned to Zhao Fusheng's side.

"Chairman."

Liu Yiming looked at Zhao Fusheng with some hesitation.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng asked casually.

"It's like this: I asked the organizing committee staff, and they said they had previously told the cheerleaders not to take the field, but the girls said this was a hard-won opportunity and they couldn't give it up."

Liu Yiming said in a low voice.

Zhao Fusheng fell silent. After a long while, he sighed but said nothing more.

Zhao's father naturally heard Liu Yiming's words, shook his head helplessly, and also fell silent.

Everyone has the right to choose their own life, and this matter was no different.

Since those cheerleaders were willing to do this, they couldn't say anything more.

"Let's just watch carefully."

Zhao Fusheng and Zhao's father exchanged a glance and had no choice but to sit there and continue watching the performance.

Soon, the cheerleading performance ended.

The athletes began to enter the arena.

"Those two girls are quite dark."

Zhao Fusheng looked at the two female athletes from the Chinese beach volleyball team and asked with some surprise.

"They sunbathe by the sea every day; it would be strange if they weren't dark."

Zhao's father glared at his son irritably.

He actually understood this better than Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Listen to you. How about I buy you a house by the sea, and you and Mom can go stay there for a while?"

"We'll see."

Zhao's father shook his head.

He had little interest in such pleasures, after all, he had climbed up from the very bottom to where he was today.

This was probably the difference between the first generation of wealth and the second or third generation.

People who rise from the bottom often retain the most simple qualities in themselves.

Of course, some people lose themselves, become degenerate, and indulge in enjoyment.

But most people still retain some of their old habits.

Just like Zhao Fusheng, even now he still didn't really know how to enjoy life. He didn't care much about buying luxury goods, and his clothing, food, housing, and transportation were all随心所欲 (follow his whims).

In this regard, even Han Bin was better than him.

The match began.

The Chinese team was quite strong, winning two straight sets against their opponent.

Zhao Fusheng smiled with satisfaction. If he remembered correctly, this pair seemed to have won second or third place this year—he couldn't recall exactly.

"Chairman, would you like to go over and see?"

Liu Yiming said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Forget it, they need to rest. We won't disturb them."

But after thinking for a moment, Zhao Fusheng added: "Go inform their team leader, say it's my idea. If the beach volleyball team has any needs, they can mention them, and we'll help solve them. Also, if they can win a medal this year, I'll sponsor them for ten years."

Ten years?

Liu Yiming was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng with some surprise.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes, just say that. Go ahead."

"Okay."

Seeing this, Liu Yiming didn't say anything more and left.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Zhao's father, hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, said casually: "I've heard that this event is mainly dominated by foreigners."

"So what?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Pressure creates motivation. If I gave them sponsorship for no reason, they'd probably find it strange. But if I set a goal for them, once they achieve it, they'll naturally be happier."

Then he said to his father: "Besides, how do you know these girls won't give us a bigger surprise?"

Zhao's father was stunned; he hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to have such ambition.

But on second thought, his words might not be without reason.

"Forget it, it's your business. Do whatever you want."

Zhao's father waved his hand, too lazy to say anything more.

Soon, Liu Yiming returned and told Zhao Fusheng that the matter was handled.

The group left Chaoyang Park and went straight home.

…

…

Throughout the entire Olympics, Zhao Fusheng only went to watch that one match. It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but Zhao's father didn't want him to tag along.

There was no help for it. When the old man went to watch matches himself, he only had two or three people with him. But if Zhao Fusheng came along, there would be at least a dozen people around.

Zhao's father was extremely uncomfortable with such a big commotion.

He preferred to travel light with just a few people to watch the matches.

Zhao Fusheng tried to persuade him a few times, but in the end, he said nothing more.

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-August, and the closing day of the Olympics was drawing nearer.

"Are you really not going to watch?"

Fan Baobao asked at home, holding Zhao Fusheng's arm.

She was now less than two months away from her due date, and she was becoming increasingly clingy.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind; after all, it was normal, given that she was carrying a child.

"Not going. I'll stay home with you."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and stroked Fan Baobao's hair: "Are you uncomfortable? Should I call the doctor to come home?"

"No need."

Fan Baobao shook her head: "The due date is still far off. We'll talk about it then."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Sitting there watching TV, Fan Baobao suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng: "Should we go to the hospital to find out the baby's gender?"

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shook his head: "No need. I'll love a boy or a girl."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Just give birth with peace of mind. Whether it's a boy or a girl, it's fine. At least it can keep our daughter company, right?"

This was his true feeling.

In Zhao Fusheng's heart, there was no distinction between male and female. Whether a son or a daughter, as long as they could become successful, it was fine.

As for whether they would inherit his business, that didn't really matter.

What mattered was that the child lived happily.

"Okay."

Fan Baobao nodded with a satisfied smile.

Looking at her smile, Zhao Fusheng's face was full of affection.

The same conversation was repeated every two days. There was no help for it; pregnant women are particularly sensitive, sometimes emotionally unstable, and their speech is often incoherent.

At such times, as a husband, all Zhao Fusheng could do was try to comfort her.

No matter when, a woman willing to bear a child for a man is taking a great risk. At such a time, anything he did was only right.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't that kind of jerk; a wife was meant to be cherished and coaxed. Those men who suddenly burst out with chauvinism were, in Zhao Fusheng's view, quite boring.

Men should indeed have manly spirit, but that depends on the occasion.

You can't have your wife pregnant, acting coquettish or throwing a little tantrum, and then you, as a man, put on a sour face.

After watching TV for a while, Fan Baobao got tired and went upstairs to sleep.

With her belly big now, their daughter was naturally taken care of by Zhao's mother, while Fan Beibei stayed with Li Yuan.

After seeing Fan Baobao to bed, Zhao Fusheng went downstairs.

"This girl, really..."

Li Yuan, seeing Zhao Fusheng come down, said helplessly: "You've worked hard."

"Listen to you. I'm her husband; this is all my duty."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Li Yuan: "I'll pick up Beibei this evening."

Fan Beibei had recently been taking tutoring classes, learning to draw.

It wasn't that she was planning to develop in this direction; rather, Li Yuan felt she should learn some skills.

For a girl, things like dance and painting can cultivate the soul.

Zhao Fusheng also thought it was right. At least learning this could help shape her character and temperament.

As for Fan Beibei's opinion?

Heh, when have children's opinions ever been taken seriously?

"That's fine too."

Li Yuan nodded: "You go ahead. I'll cook at home."

With the eldest daughter pregnant, the youngest daughter's status naturally plummeted.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, called the bodyguards, and got ready to go out.

Soon, someone came to pick him up, and Zhao Fusheng got into the car and left.

"Chairman, where to?"

"To pick up Beibei."

Zhao Fusheng said casually, then asked the driver: "You know the place, right?"

"Yes."

The driver nodded.

After all, he had been with Zhao Fusheng for quite a while, and he was very familiar with the family's movements and the places they often went.

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, a thought suddenly popped into Zhao Fusheng's mind: perhaps he could set up an office specifically to handle all the family's affairs.

A personal assistant?

A smile appeared on Zhao Fusheng's lips.