Chapter 0506 A Lonely Man and a Lonely Woman

On a scorching summer day, taking a cold shower is undoubtedly especially comfortable, especially the feeling of cold water pouring over the head, which always makes one suddenly sober up.

Forgetting many things, extinguishing certain little flames in the heart.

When a person is sober and when they are not, they are completely two different people, just like Zhao Fusheng now. Once he sobers up, he becomes that mature and steady middle-aged man again.

Looking at Fan Baobao's room, Zhao Fusheng shook his head and smiled, even his smile warming a few degrees.

Beautiful things always make people happy physically and mentally. Except for those with dark intentions, no one harbors impure motives toward beautiful people or things.

People are sometimes like monkeys, constantly jumping through the forest, from one path to another. After being supported by parents and elders for a while, the rest of the path must be walked on one's own, because no path will obediently come to your feet.

For Zhao Fusheng, his parents had given him enough in his previous life, so in this life, he hoped to carve out a path of his own.

They say spring brings drowsiness and autumn fatigue. It was August now, still very hot. Actually, Zhao Fusheng was also a bit sleepy, especially after the intimate moment with Fan Baobao and a shower. He yawned, then simply went back to his room and fell asleep.

He slept until evening.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Fan Baobao lying beside him, looking at him with interest.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Fusheng asked the girl with a smile in his eyes.

"At you." Fan Baobao answered as a matter of course, just like before.

"What's there to see in me?" Zhao Fusheng said helplessly. He knew himself well; his appearance was ordinary. Though he looked a bit like Louis Koo, the problem was that this wasn't a decade later. Now, whether it was Louis Koo or Sean Lau, they were just insignificant small-timers in Hong Kong. His own image could only be said to be not ugly and not annoying. As for the word 'handsome,' it really had nothing to do with him.

It is valuable to have self-knowledge; Zhao Fusheng was very clear on this point.

"He's my boyfriend. As long as I think he looks good, that's fine." Fan Baobao smiled and lay sideways beside Zhao Fusheng, their faces facing each other.

"Okay, I really like hearing you talk like that." Zhao Fusheng nodded, very satisfied with Fan Baobao's answer.

Then he asked curiously, "By the way, you just came back like this, aren't you worried about reporters?"

Now Fan Baobao was, big or small, an advertising star, yet she didn't even have the slightest thought of guarding against reporters. That wasn't a good thing.

You see, stars and the media have always been mutually reinforcing. In ancient times, courtesans also needed matchmakers to spread their fame, while poets like Liu Sanbian and Tang Bohu needed the top courtesans to compete in singing to prove their talent.

Entering this circle, one seeks either fame or profit. As long as one has desires, one cannot do without the help of reporters and the media.

Of course, sometimes there will be asymmetry between the whore and the chastity arch, so they tear each other apart and go to court. But no matter how Zhao Fusheng thought about it, he didn't think Wang Jinghua would fail to tell Fan Baobao these things.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Fan Baobao chuckled: "Sister Hua said I don't need to worry about that for now. Only after I actually act in a drama will reporters pay attention to me. Right now, no reporters will care about me."

As she spoke, she blinked: "During the days I shot the commercial, no media came to interview me..."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but laugh. He naturally understood what Fan Baobao meant; it was simply because she wasn't famous and was still a newcomer, so no media paid attention.

"What, do you want someone to interview you?" Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

Fan Baobao shook her head: "No way. If they followed me around all day interviewing me, I think I might go crazy."

She wasn't stupid. Being chased by reporters all day might seem glamorous, but whether it was actually comfortable, she knew in her heart.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said nothing more.

Although paparazzi hadn't yet spread from Hong Kong, it wouldn't be long before celebrities in the entertainment industry experienced the 'joy' of having someone follow them for every meal and bathroom break.

An era of entertainment to death was about to begin.

As they talked, it started to rain heavily outside, with thunder and lightning, quite frightening.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng had planned to take Fan Baobao out to eat, but with the rain like this, they had to stay home and make do with some noodles.

Even Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected the rain to last all night. They say heavy rain comes quickly and leaves quickly, but this time it didn't seem so.

Not only that, after this rain, unlike usual, a rainbow didn't appear quickly. The thick leaden clouds lingered, and in the faint wind, fine rain drifted with the wind, imperceptibly making one's whole body damp.

This rain swept away the summer heat, and a cool feeling was everywhere.

"It's raining. I wonder how Xiao Qiang and the others are doing with their filming?" Fan Baobao said worriedly while eating the breakfast Zhao Fusheng had made for her.

She truly regarded Wang Qiang as her own younger brother. After all, honest and simple people like him were rare these days.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "You don't need to worry. He's an adult; he knows what he's doing."

Actually, there was something he didn't say. In Zhao Fusheng's view, even if it hailed, Wang Qiang would obediently follow the director's requirements for filming, because he could see that Wang Qiang really wanted to make money.

The reason people work hard to make money is largely to live with more dignity and freedom.

Wang Qiang was poor, so he longed for success, longed to change the fate of himself and his family. Zhao Fusheng felt the same way because he was the same kind of person.

"How about we visit the set?" Fan Baobao blinked and suddenly suggested to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her with exasperation: "They're filming over in Hengdian. Visit the set? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Fan Baobao instantly deflated like a punctured balloon and quieted down.

As Zhao Fusheng said, the distance was a bit far, and it seemed their time was a bit insufficient.

"Just stay home for a few days. Didn't you say Zhou Yun is coming back soon? Then you'll start school soon. Just rest for now." Zhao Fusheng earnestly advised his girlfriend.

Fan Baobao was good in every way except she was too restless, always liking to mess around. That had been the case since childhood.