Chapter 0467 Little Dimple

Millionaires desperately try to squeeze into the circle of ten-millionaires, while ten-millionaires constantly ponder how to climb higher and befriend billionaires. Billionaires, on the other hand, are fixated on clinking glasses and sharing wealth with powerful political figures.

Officials and businessmen are intertwined; in politics and commerce, the more shadowy the underground world, the more intricate and hierarchical the circles, with strict thresholds and levels.

Everyone within these circles experiences joys and sorrows, blessings and misfortunes intertwined. No one truly knows the full flavor, for only the individual knows their own situation.

Meanwhile, those on the outside rack their brains to get in.

The entertainment industry is no different. Those stars and celebrities may appear glamorous, but in front of real capital, they are like toys. Even the Four Heavenly Kings were once forced to act at gunpoint, let alone today's minor stars.

The reason Zhao Fusheng was so eager to befriend Jiang Wen and others was not because he desperately wanted to enter that circle, but rather to build some goodwill. At least, if one day he needed them to look after Fan Baobao, they wouldn't kick her when she was down.

Zhao Fusheng didn't dare hope for timely help; just avoiding adding insult to injury would already be a blessing from Buddha.

Watching the girl happily eating barbecue in front of him, a smile crept onto Zhao Fusheng's lips.

"What are you smiling at? Why aren't you eating?" Fan Baobao looked up and happened to see Zhao Fusheng smiling to himself. She couldn't help asking curiously.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then shook his head: "Nothing, just thinking about something."

Fan Baobao rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng, clearly not believing him. This guy was becoming more and more incomprehensible—whether in his way of doing things or his tone of speech, he was increasingly like an old man.

But Fan Baobao had to admit that Zhao Fusheng's current demeanor actually made people see him in a new light.

At the very least, the original Zhao Fusheng, in Fan Baobao's view, had been somewhat gloomy.

Not only was he arrogant, but back then, Zhao Fusheng was immature, impulsive in character, acted without considering consequences, and was stubborn to a frightening degree.

But now, this guy was a complete smooth operator.

She didn't know that there is a power in this world that can be infinite in some people but limited in others. In some, it can shake heaven and earth; in others, it seems as if it might extinguish at any moment.

It can make the will to live endure forever, or it can dissipate completely in an instant.

This power is called faith.

Having crossed the long river of time and returned to this world, Zhao Fusheng's obsession was to take good care of the few people around him.

Therefore, no matter what difficulties arose, Zhao Fusheng was determined to overcome them.

"You should eat more," Fan Baobao said after a moment's thought.

"Why?" Zhao Fusheng looked puzzled.

Fan Baobao tilted her head, thought for a moment, glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and said with a smile: "Because you're too thin."

Zhao Fusheng blinked, looked down at his weight of nearly 160 pounds, and decided not to argue with Fan Baobao about this.

"Then you should eat more too," Zhao Fusheng said, handing a skewer to Fan Baobao.

He expected Fan Baobao to refuse, but instead, the girl took it and started eating without any hesitation. Zhao Fusheng stared at her in disbelief: "Come on, you're an actor, a female actor at that. Can't you at least watch your image?"

Fan Baobao lifted her head and said matter-of-factly: "You told me to eat."

"What does me telling you to eat have to do with you maintaining your figure?" Zhao Fusheng asked, utterly baffled. He simply couldn't understand Fan Baobao's logic. What did she mean?

Fan Baobao chuckled smugly: "If I get fat and can't act anymore, I'll go home and help Auntie with financial management. I won't starve to death then."

"Fine, you win." Zhao Fusheng was speechless. Thinking of his parents' temperaments, he was sure that if Fan Baobao said she didn't want to be an actor anymore and wanted to find a job at home, his father would be willing to make her a deputy general manager, let alone a financial manager.

But Zhao Fusheng also knew that Fan Baobao was just talking. If before, becoming an actor and a star was a choice she had to make for a living, now it had become her dream.

Being able to live as the person you like or admire is a very happy thing, especially if that person had an unhappy past life but can now live happily—that's even rarer.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know what Fan Baobao had gone through in her previous life to climb to such a position.

But in this life, he was certain that with him around, Fan Baobao would not have to live so hard. As she herself said, she could do whatever she liked; if she couldn't or wasn't happy, she could always retreat, because there would always be a place for her at home, a pair of chopsticks waiting.

"By the way, Fusheng, if Baobao really stops being an actor, would you really agree to let her go back?" Zhou Yun looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes. If she doesn't like acting anymore, she can come home. We can afford to support her."

He said this with such naturalness, as if he had practiced it countless times in his past and present lives.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

He looked at Fan Baobao in surprise, only to find her staring back at him.

"I actually don't eat that much," Fan Baobao said suddenly after a long pause.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I know. You don't eat a lot."

"And I'm not picky," Fan Baobao continued.

"That's fine. I'll eat what you don't like," Zhao Fusheng said.

"No rush. Let me see first—maybe I can become famous," Fan Baobao suddenly said.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Mm, no rush."

The two of them had a bizarre exchange that left Zhou Yun stunned for a long time. She suddenly felt that she shouldn't be in this scene.

"Here are your baked cakes." Just then, the waiter brought the baked cakes Fan Baobao had ordered earlier.

"Here you go." Zhao Fusheng handed one baked cake to Zhou Yun, then picked up the one belonging to Fan Baobao. Naturally, he pulled out the iron skewer, peeled off the burnt part and put it on his own plate, then handed the rest to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao also took the baked cake naturally and began eating with her head down.

"You two!"

Watching the two of them acting as if no one else was around, Zhou Yun no longer wanted to speak. She finally understood why Fan Baobao, whenever someone mentioned suitors in the dormitory, showed no interest at all.

Searching for him a thousand times in dreams, suddenly turning around, there he is, in the dimly lit place.

Some feelings don't need to be spoken.