Chapter 0474: Because of Love

A dark, windy night is not only good for murder, but also a great time for a date.

Especially a sneaky one.

Of course, that was just Fan Baobao's idea.

The moment Zhao Fusheng opened his door and saw the girl sneaking around at his doorstep, he was extremely surprised; he even almost let out a yell.

"Shh!"

Fortunately, Fan Baobao was quick. She covered Zhao Fusheng's mouth, made a shushing gesture, and whispered, "Quiet! Zhou Yun just fell asleep."

Zhao Fusheng's eyes widened. He thought to himself in exasperation, what did Zhou Yun just falling asleep have to do with Fan Baobao standing at his door?

"Let's talk inside." Seeing that Zhao Fusheng still wanted to speak, Fan Baobao pulled him inside.

"What are you doing at my door?"

Back in his room, Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao helplessly.

In the middle of the night, not sleeping but standing at his door—was this girl out of her mind?

Fan Baobao glared at him and said irritably, "I wanted to see if you were asleep, thought we could chat. Who knew you'd be running around in the middle of the night?"

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. So she just wanted to have a date with him.

"What's that look?" Fan Baobao pouted discontentedly.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm happy." Zhao Fusheng chuckled. He couldn't dampen her spirits now. Fan Baobao, who had never been in a relationship, was clearly in the early throes of infatuation. If he showed even a hint of annoyance, who knew how upset she'd be.

In this regard, Zhao Fusheng, having been through it before, was more experienced than Fan Baobao.

After all, he had lived two lives and experienced more than she had.

"Um, I'll talk lying down." Fan Baobao thought for a moment and lay down on Zhao Fusheng's bed.

They had always been close since childhood. When they were little, Fan Baobao often stayed over at Zhao Fusheng's place. Back then, his mother was overjoyed to have a son on one side and a daughter on the other.

"Suit yourself." Zhao Fusheng smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. Without moonlight, the room was lit. Under the light, Fan Baobao's cheeks were slightly flushed, looking incredibly radiant.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Zhao Fusheng hadn't fully understood that before, but now he finally did.

In his eyes, Fan Baobao looked beautiful no matter how he looked at her. It was a feeling of wanting to protect and care for her from the bottom of his heart, something words couldn't describe.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeming to notice his gaze, Fan Baobao blinked and asked.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Nothing. Just looking at my girlfriend."

"Annoying!"

Fan Baobao's face instantly reddened. She glared at him but didn't argue. Instead, she turned her head gracefully and looked at his profile.

That was her personality—she liked what she liked and hated what she hated, never hiding her feelings.

If she didn't like Zhao Fusheng, she would have rejected him outright. But since she chose to be with him, Fan Baobao felt that this person was her first and last love.

That way of thinking might sound ridiculous, but Fan Baobao was that stubborn.

Zhao Fusheng knew her well, which was why he acted this way.

There was never a perfect match from the start; it was just that one person knew how to compromise and accommodate, and the other knew when to stop.

It's like when we read novels by Zhang Ailing and Qiong Yao. We used to think the romance in the former was full of scheming, not as touching as the latter's sweet nothings. But when we grow up, we realize Zhang Ailing was right, and Qiong Yao was wrong.

Because marriage and love were never just about two people, but about two families.

Fortunately, for both Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, family issues were never an obstacle to their being together. As long as they had feelings for each other, nothing else mattered.

Closing your eyes and thinking of someone, opening your eyes and seeing that person—that's what love is.

Of course, some people send ten thousand texts and make a thousand calls, yet the distance between their hearts only closes by a centimeter.

Liking someone isn't a crime. Occasionally having someone in your heart is fine, but if you can't take it further, it stops at liking.

Just like Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao in their past lives.

Having missed out once, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to miss out again.

"Can you really help Zhou Yun and me get roles?" Fan Baobao looked at him for a moment and asked worriedly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What, worried about me?"

"Yeah, if it's too much trouble, don't bother. We can keep auditioning." Fan Baobao nodded. "If worse comes to worst, I'll ask Sister Hua again."

Her thinking was simple: solve problems on her own without troubling others.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook his head: "It's fine. My friend has some connections in the industry. A few small roles are no problem."

"Braggart..." Fan Baobao rolled her eyes, clearly not believing him.

In her view, Zhao Fusheng at most knew someone from his commercial shoots. Otherwise, as an ordinary student, how could he have connections in the entertainment industry?

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and didn't explain further. Jiang Wen's name was certainly well-known to Fan Baobao, but the problem was, he couldn't explain how he and Jiang Wen became friends.

"Just relax and wait for my news." Zhao Fusheng smiled and gently ruffled her hair, just like before.

Fan Baobao nodded: "Okay, I got it."

Regardless, she trusted Zhao Fusheng. Since he said so, she would wait. Success or failure didn't matter.

People's mindsets change at different times.

Before confirming her relationship with Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao's dream was to become a big star, take care of her mother and sister, and repay the Zhao family's kindness. As for her own love life, she hadn't thought much about it.

But after acknowledging her feelings, she realized that she had unknowingly grown accustomed to Zhao Fusheng's presence—sharing joy with him, confiding in him when sad, seeking comfort when tired, and standing by his side through hardships.

Maybe that was true love.

Fan Baobao tilted her head. She finally understood what true happiness was.