Chapter 0242 True Love

"I know you like me, but I don't know where I'll be in the future, because I know that no matter where I am, I can't take you with me..."

Zhao Fusheng remembered that this was a sentence he found in a corner of his dormitory when he graduated.

Someone had written it on a piece of paper, and even years later, when the four of them sat together eating at a roadside barbecue stall and drinking heavily, no one admitted to having written those words.

But Zhao Fusheng remembered clearly that after he asked that question, the other three, besides himself, all got drunk that night.

The past is an unforgettable memory for everyone, but like brilliant fireworks that eventually fade, time will eventually pass.

When the fireworks fade, they fade; those who are gone will probably never be seen again.

Sometimes, what life presents before us is mostly a void. Zhao Fusheng also knew that he should not forever dwell on what happened in his previous life. After all, he was only twenty-one now, and many things might or might not happen.

People should learn to be grateful for simple kindness and understand that by doing so, they will receive simple kindness in return.

But Zhao Fusheng really had no way to become friends with Mu Qingqing, perhaps because she always habitually looked down on him.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, if a person indulges too much in thinking about certain problems for a period of time, they may become inconsiderate, and even he was no exception. And people often only face the facts clearly when accidentally stimulated by some external event.

Earlier, Zhao Fusheng thought he could be friends with Mu Qingqing, but that time in Beijing made him realize that the gap between them was too great. Perhaps in Mu Qingqing's eyes, he was a talented friend worth knowing, but her so-called friendship was merely her thinking he was a decent person. As for the harm it might cause him, in Mu Qingqing's view, if Zhao Fusheng could pass the tests of her aunt and younger aunt, the little grievances he suffered now were nothing.

But unfortunately, Zhao Fusheng was not the kind of person without dignity.

The dignity here refers to the quality a person possesses, not something obtained by侥幸 opportunities or a character that cannot be corrupted by wealth. If a person does not possess this quality at all but desperately pursues it, it is as useless as an ugly woman trying to imitate Dong Shi's frown.

"How can a sparrow know the ambitions of a swan..." Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, watching Mu Qingqing's back disappear from his sight, and suddenly laughed.

In his previous life, he often stood behind her, but back then everyone lamented how such an excellent girl could exist—beautiful, from a good family, talented, almost perfect.

But now it seemed, that was just how it was.

People like Mu Qingqing were like sculptures, perfectly molded by their families from childhood into what they wanted them to be. Beautiful, yes, but without a real soul, because she might never have thought about what she needed.

Although she was kind-hearted, it was hard for such a person to find happiness.

How could someone who didn't even know what they needed know what happiness they wanted?

Walking toward the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng stretched as he walked. He felt it was more appropriate to enjoy his wonderful college life, and as for other worries, he would deal with them when the time came.

When it came to struggle, it was better to do it himself, because everyone knew that without experiencing storms, you couldn't see rainbows. Everyone hoped to enjoy happiness directly in the rainbow without going through storms, but the problem was that kind of rainbow was given by others.

Things that didn't belong to you could be taken away at any time.

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"Chenxi, you won't blame me, will you?"

In the rented house of Wang Zhen and Dong Chenxi, he said apologetically to Dong Chenxi, who was packing things.

Of course, although she was packing, Dong Chenxi wasn't planning to move out; she was going on another business trip in a couple of days. The company had moved to Binzhou, and as Zhao Fusheng's nominal assistant but actual general manager assistant, she had to follow.

According to Zheng Yao, she was so busy she was about to explode and urgently needed Dong Chenxi's help.

Dong Chenxi didn't mind. As an employee, she knew that if the boss needed her, it proved her existence was meaningful to the company.

If a person didn't even have the qualification to be needed, then that person probably didn't need to stay.

"Blame you for what?" Dong Chenxi packed her clothes and shot Wang Zhen a glance: "Blame you for not discussing with me before starting a website with that guy Zhao Fusheng?"

Wang Zhen scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "I was afraid you might think it was inappropriate..."

"Nothing inappropriate." Dong Chenxi put down what she was holding and looked at Wang Zhen: "To be honest, the more I interact with Zhao Fusheng, the more I find him unfathomable."

"Don't misunderstand, Old Zhao is a good person, he..." Wang Zhen quickly said to Dong Chenxi, afraid she might misunderstand Zhao Fusheng, since the project idea was his, but now Zhao Fusheng held the majority stake in the website.

Dong Chenxi waved her hand: "I understand. You only had the idea, not the funds to build the website. I can understand that. What I mean is, I can't see through Zhao Fusheng; I don't know what he wants."

"Huh?" Wang Zhen frowned. Dong Chenxi's words made him understand her meaning: "You mean you don't know which industry Old Zhao really wants to be in?"

"Yes, that's it."

Dong Chenxi pointed at the computer and server at home: "You see these things. Logically, since Zhao Fusheng is so interested in the internet, shouldn't he focus all his energy on this?"

"Obviously, he doesn't. He seems more focused on advertising design. But not entirely; he even wrote a song for Li Jian and a movie script for Andy Lau, and used the payment for that script to invest in your idea and build the virtual community."

Dong Chenxi smiled bitterly at Wang Zhen: "You know, I can hardly believe that there is such a person beside me. And two years ago, he was completely unknown in school."

Generally, someone like Zhao Fusheng would be a prominent figure in school, but this guy was different. Not only was he unknown two years ago, but even now, he still maintained a low-key attitude.

Except for his roommates, no one knew what Zhao Fusheng had done in the past six months.

Sometimes, Dong Chenxi found it particularly amazing.

"Old Zhao is like that. Before he started his business, he was very low-key in the dorm and in class." Wang Zhen didn't find anything wrong and said calmly: "He might have some secrets, but he's good to his friends."

"I know, you've said it many times. If he hadn't reminded you back then, you wouldn't have known where I was, wouldn't have saved me, and wouldn't have confessed to me." Glaring at Wang Zhen, Dong Chenxi said irritably: "And I also know that when you later pretended to be sick, he must have been one of your accomplices..."

"Ahem, ahem..." Wang Zhen coughed dryly. This was his dark history; whenever Dong Chenxi brought it up, he felt extremely embarrassed. After all, it wasn't a glorious thing for a grown man to trick a girlfriend by pretending to be sick.

"Alright, I didn't mean anything else by saying this. I just think Zhao Fusheng is sometimes frighteningly mature and sometimes as naive as a child." Dong Chenxi shook her head with a smile: "I hope this website does well, otherwise you might not even be friends in the end."

She was really worried. Zhao Fusheng had entrusted everything to Wang Zhen, but Wang Zhen didn't seem like a good manager. If the two hundred thousand were all lost, they might not even be friends anymore, which would be awkward.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhen chuckled: "You don't need to worry about that."

"What's wrong?" Dong Chenxi asked curiously.

Wang Zhen shrugged: "Old Zhao and I discussed it. We're not building this virtual community to run it long-term. Once we gather enough popularity, we can sell the website."

"Sell?"

Hearing those words, Dong Chenxi was stunned. She stared at the smug Wang Zhen. If she remembered correctly, when Wang Zhen first told her about this idea, he had fantasized about making the website big and strong. How come he had changed his mind so soon?

"Why sell it?" Dong Chenxi asked subconsciously, not understanding.

Wang Zhen smiled: "Because I need to make money to buy a house."

"Ah?"

Looking at Wang Zhen, Dong Chenxi's expression was strange, but the words felt oddly familiar.

Wang Zhen gently took her hand: "Neither of our families is well-off. When we get married, if possible, let's not ask our parents for money. I'll work hard to build this website. According to Old Zhao, once the website's value increases, we'll sell it directly. We can always make other software later. First, let's buy a house and give you a home that belongs to the two of us."

At that moment, Dong Chenxi burst into tears.

True love is never about making a big fuss or a grand display; it quietly seeps into the depths of your soul, just like you can't feel the flow of blood, but it's always there.