Chapter 0055: A Few Words Are Worse Than None

Many people don't realize that sometimes saying the wrong thing is more serious than doing the wrong thing. A mistake in action can be corrected, but a misspoken word, like spilled water, can never be taken back. Don't think that the saying 'God forgives young people for their mistakes' is true; it's just fooling idiots.

In fact, many people aren't aware of this issue. People like Li Zhiyuan probably think they're just expressing their own feelings.

But they forget that sometimes a single word can change many things.

"A fame-seeking charlatan—why is he here?" Gu Xueyi frowned, looking at Mu Qingqing and asking.

Mu Qingqing was startled. Li Zhiyuan's words just now surprised her; she hadn't expected Li Zhiyuan to hold such a grudge against Zhao Fusheng.

"Zhao Fusheng isn't the kind of person you think, Sister Xueyi." Mu Qingqing furrowed her delicate brows and whispered to Gu Xueyi.

Gu Xueyi was taken aback. She glanced at Li Zhiyuan, then at Mu Qingqing, shook her head, and said nothing, but in her heart, she had already formed a preconceived dislike for Zhao Fusheng.

People are like that. Sometimes, just because of a word from someone else or a trivial matter overheard, they form a fixed impression of another person.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng, led by Hu Xia, had already entered the pavilion.

Nodding to the few people he had met before, Zhao Fusheng said to Hu Xia, "You don't need to look after me. Old Tan and I will find a place to sit."

He had only come to make up the numbers anyway, having no interest in this kind of event at all. If not for Hu Xia's sake, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have come at all.

"I'm sorry," Hu Xia said with an apologetic expression. She had called Zhao Fusheng over earlier as a joke, but after thinking it over, especially recalling the conflict between Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Fusheng, she regretted her rash behavior.

The events of that day are still vivid in my mind. If it hadn't been for being outside, Tan Kaixuan and the others would probably have come to blows with Li Zhiyuan.

"It's okay, don't worry." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, telling Hu Xia not to mind.

At the same time, he looked at Tan Kaixuan, who was scowling. "You, did someone owe you money or something? Who are you making that face at?"

Tan Kaixuan shot him a glare. "Hu Xia is naive, but are you too? Since you don't like it, why did you agree to come?"

After hearing Hu Xia say that Zhao Fusheng would come, Tan Kaixuan had given her a talking-to. Zhao Fusheng and Li Zhiyuan already didn't see eye to eye, and she still insisted on dragging Zhao Fusheng here—wasn't that just asking Li Zhiyuan to humiliate Zhao Fusheng?

After all, the poetry club was, to some extent, Li Zhiyuan's home turf.

"Don't talk nonsense. I wanted to come and see the fun too." Seeing Hu Xia's head nearly drop under the table, Zhao Fusheng didn't want the couple to argue, so he smiled and came to her rescue. "Besides, what makes you think I'm the one who'll be bullied?"

Tan Kaixuan snorted. Having lived together for two years, he knew Zhao Fusheng's capabilities well. The main reason he believed the two poems were written by Zhao Fusheng's neighbor, not by Zhao Fusheng himself, was that based on his two years of knowing Zhao Fusheng, he knew Zhao Fusheng couldn't write poetry.

But regardless, with one being his good buddy and the other his girlfriend, Tan Kaixuan also understood that Zhao Fusheng didn't want Hu Xia to be embarrassed.

However, he had already made up his mind: if Li Zhiyuan dared to say anything nasty to Zhao Fusheng, he would teach that bastard a lesson, even if it meant getting into a fight today.

That was the kind of person Tan Kaixuan was. If he considered someone a friend, he would be completely devoted and protect them to the end. Conversely, if he hated someone, it didn't matter if they were the emperor or a royal relative—none of that mattered to him.

At that moment, Mu Qingqing walked over and looked at Zhao Fusheng. "Why are you here?"

She was genuinely surprised, having thought Zhao Fusheng wouldn't show up.

After all, when she had invited him to join the poetry club before, he had refused. So what did it mean that he was now appearing at the club's event?

Zhao Fusheng's face was calm, but his heart was as clear as a mirror as to why Mu Qingqing had asked that.

He chuckled softly and pointed at Hu Xia. "Blame her—she insisted I come to your event, wouldn't take no for an answer."

Mu Qingqing smiled wryly and said no more.

"By the way, several senior sisters from our poetry club are here. Want to go say hello?" Mu Qingqing asked, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Although Gu Xueyi and the others were about to graduate, Mu Qingqing felt that Zhao Fusheng should get to know some of the club's veterans—after all, they all shared a love of literature.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then gently shook his head. "Forget it, no need."

He said this because he didn't plan to join the poetry club anyway, so why bother meeting so many people for no reason?

Mu Qingqing took a deep breath, forcing a beautiful smile, but inside she wished she could grab Zhao Fusheng and give him a good beating.

This guy seemed to have a strange ability to provoke her anger without her even realizing it.

"Well then, suit yourself."

Everyone has a temper, especially beauties. Mu Qingqing, accustomed to being held in the palm of someone's hand, finally felt a flicker of anger at Zhao Fusheng's repeated coldness.

Watching Mu Qingqing's retreating figure, Zhao Fusheng shrugged. He had naturally noticed the change in her tone just now. Perhaps the beautiful girl had already labeled him as ungrateful, but Zhao Fusheng didn't care—he had never intended to curry favor with Mu Qingqing.

Having lived a second life, if there was one thing Zhao Fusheng could be proud of, it was probably a certain spirit.

When a person is alive, with that breath still in their chest, what they think about every day is when things will begin. Once that breath is let go, what they think about every day is when things will end.

The Zhao Fusheng of the past had lost that kind of spirit; every day he thought about was going to work and leaving work, when his salary would come, and when he could get a free lunch.

But now, he is full of hope for the future, eager for success, eager for happiness.

As for a young girl's fragile heart—sorry, Zhao Fusheng is not the kind of parent who spoils his child.

They are not related by blood, so why does Mu Qingqing think she deserves to be pampered and indulged?

Sometimes people have the illusion that others should care about their feelings, but the problem is, not everyone in the world is your parent—why should they go along with you?

Because you're pretty?

Because you come from a good family?

To put it bluntly, only when one wants something from another person will they be completely compliant.

Zhao Fusheng took a long time to understand this truth, but he cannot tell the current Mu Qingqing.

Perhaps only after she has truly suffered a loss will she understand.

Watching Mu Qingqing walk to the center of the pavilion to officially begin the poetry gathering, a smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth. Innocent people are always more likable. Compared to the worldly woman tempered by life, he still appreciates this Mu Qingqing, who dares to love and hate and speaks her mind.

It has nothing to do with love; it is merely the comfort of reunion after years apart.

Fortunately, you are still that innocent version of yourself...