Chapter 0488: I Am Essentially Kind

Bang!

A dull sound, accompanied by a woman's scream, echoed in the room.

Zhao Fusheng's action seemed terrifying, but in reality, he didn't plunge the dinner knife into the young man. He wasn't crazy; how could he do such a mad thing in front of Fan Baobao?

But even so, the young man who had just acted as if he feared nothing was now limp all over, pale-faced, his legs trembling incessantly.

Poor child, like a flower in a greenhouse, spoiled rotten, suddenly encountering such a thing, how could he not be terrified?

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng's mood at that moment was really bad.

In his previous life, though he was in the advertising circle, he had seen quite a few such things. Under the influence of various scandals, Zhao Fusheng knew that the world he was about to face was not a clear pool.

But when certain dark things actually appeared before him, Zhao Fusheng still found it hard to control his anger.

"You should be grateful that the law saved you." Zhao Fusheng sighed softly, seeming somewhat unsatisfied: "If this were before liberation, you would already be dead."

Without constraints, Zhao Fusheng's style of doing things would certainly be different. He had never been a good person who endured humiliation; the best way to deal with such a spoiled brat was to hurt him once and make him fear him at the sight.

In fact, everyone is the same; there is suppression in the heart, and a flame that wants to burn.

One fails to see the true face of Mount Lu because one is on the mountain. Sometimes the onlooker is blind, thinking that without breaking, there is no establishing; but in fact, one only needs to see it as a ridge from the side and a peak from the front, and it will appear different from near and far, high and low.

Occasionally losing one's temper and releasing the accumulated pressure feels particularly satisfying.

Standing up, he let go of the young man who had been scared silly. Zhao Fusheng turned his head and looked at Fan Baobao, who was pale but still standing by his side.

"Scared?"

Zhao Fusheng's voice was very gentle.

"Scared." Fan Baobao nodded honestly, then raised her arm, grabbed Zhao Fusheng's hand, smiled slightly, but said nothing more.

In the vast world, as long as I have you, it doesn't matter where I am.

"Then let's go."

Without even glancing at the mother and son who were scared silly, Zhao Fusheng walked out just like that.

Going downstairs and arriving at the restaurant entrance, Han Bin's figure stood there.

"We're even now." Han Bin looked at Zhao Fusheng and said with a grin.

Whether it was sending a message to Mrs. Chen's son or the final cleanup, he had to do it.

And what Zhao Fusheng paid was using the promise that the Han family had given him.

After all, Han Bin's father had once said that Zhao Fusheng helped him establish a foothold in the mainland and completely clean up, so he owed Zhao Fusheng a favor.

The favor was used up, so only business remained.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Thank you."

"No need to be so polite. Just a real estate developer. Besides, that mother and son are not tough characters. I'll arrange things later and won't cause you any trouble." Han Bin said with a smile.

The Han family's foundation is in Hong Kong and the coastal areas, and now they even have the reputation of charity and education sponsorship. Unless someone's brain is addled, no one would look for trouble with them.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he is in the advertising circle, not the real estate world. Even if Mrs. Chen's husband wants revenge, he has no way to start.

At most, he could set some obstacles for Fan Baobao's future development in the entertainment industry.

But the problem is, Fan Baobao is still just an extra, and the kind that gets a boxed lunch, a role without even a single line. How can he target her?

So, this matter is basically over.

Watching Han Bin go upstairs, Zhao Fusheng said nothing, pulled Fan Baobao to stop a taxi, and left directly.

Along the way, Fan Baobao remained silent, just holding Zhao Fusheng's arm, her head resting on his shoulder.

Zhao Fusheng also said nothing, letting Fan Baobao hold him. Clearly, although she didn't say it, she was truly frightened. Unlike his own mature mentality, she was only twenty-one after all.

Today's events had completely exceeded Fan Baobao's understanding—whether it was Ms. Chen's arrogance and recklessness, the assistant director's complicity, or Zhao Fusheng's sudden appearance at the end.

Every incident had shaken Fan Baobao's spirit. The main reason she had managed to stay calm until now was largely due to her trust in Zhao Fusheng.

Having grown up together, supporting each other from childhood to now, and having established a romantic relationship, Fan Baobao knew better than anyone that Zhao Fusheng would never let her come to harm, so she followed his arrangements.

However, what Zhao Fusheng had revealed still shocked her somewhat.

She didn't know Han Bin, but Ms. Chen could treat the assistant director like a servant, yet Han Bin didn't take Ms. Chen seriously, and Zhao Fusheng could even direct Han Bin to do things. Such events left Fan Baobao puzzled: was this man beside her still the person she knew?

Unable to figure it out, Fan Baobao could only hold Zhao Fusheng tightly, afraid of losing him.

The car stopped at the entrance of the residential area. Zhao Fusheng paid the fare and got out with Fan Baobao. The two walked side by side on the road.

In July, Beijing's weather was pleasant. The sun shone on their faces, warm and gentle. Occasionally a breeze passed by, bringing a hint of coolness. Under the trees in the neighborhood, elderly people and children rested. Enjoying the summer coolness was probably the happiest thing.

Aren't you curious?

As they walked, Zhao Fusheng suddenly said to Fan Baobao.

Regardless, he didn't want her to have any reservations or doubts about him in her heart.

Fan Baobao was startled, seemingly not expecting Zhao Fusheng to ask her so directly. After a moment's thought, she nodded and asked, "How did you meet that person?"

She could tell that Han Bin was no ordinary man. His arrogance was sky-high, almost as if he had the words "I am a playboy" written on his face.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled lightly and explained, "His family is in the mobile phone business. The Aipu phone that Future Advertising took on is their family's enterprise."

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "But I heard they used to be in smuggling and wanted to go legitimate."

Ah?

Hearing this, Fan Baobao was dumbfounded. She never expected Han Bin to be that kind of person.

"Don't worry, they've stopped now. They just want to clean up the company," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, seemingly knowing what Fan Baobao was worried about. "So I helped them with an advertising campaign. So far, the results are pretty good."

"Is that why he helped you?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng hesitantly.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yeah, after all, I helped clean up their family business."

Then he shrugged: "Who knows how it works? People of the underworld might care more about promises."

Fan Baobao nodded doubtfully, then asked, "What idea did you give him?"

"Nothing much. I just told them to donate to education in Sichuan and do more good deeds. It can't hurt," Zhao Fusheng said lightly.

Fan Baobao said "Oh" and didn't ask further.

Advertising wasn't her field, so she really didn't understand. Although Zhao Fusheng's words were a bit puzzling, since it was already like this, there was no need for her to dwell on it.

After all, no matter what, Zhao Fusheng meant well for her.

If a person couldn't even tell who was good to them and who wasn't, and still insisted on so-called justice and principles, then they might truly be brainless.

Looking at the girl beside him, Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief. Fan Baobao hadn't disappointed him; she knew when to get to the bottom of things and when to stop.

This outcome was exactly what he wanted.

Zhao Fusheng didn't intentionally hide anything, but he felt that some things didn't need to be known by everyone. As long as Fan Baobao lived happily, there was no need for her world to have any schemes or intrigues.

He could bear all the responsibilities himself.

As a man, if he couldn't even bear a woman's life, what right did he have to talk about taking care of her for a lifetime?