Chapter 0643: Fate's Rise and Fall

"What's going on? Teacher Jiang Wen likes Zhou Yun?"

Clearly, Fan Baobao didn't care at all that her best friend had been 'sold out' by Zhao Fusheng; what she cared about more was this earth-shattering gossip.

Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at his girlfriend, whose focus had clearly veered off course, and sighed. "At a time like this, shouldn't you be concerned about whether Zhou Yun likes Jiang Wen?"

"Why would I care about that? That's her business. Wait, what did Teacher Jiang say to you?" Fan Baobao waved her hand, full of curiosity.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and decided not to say another word.

He had gone out of his way to cook delicious food and set up a candlelit dinner, afraid she might be upset, but it turned out the girl didn't mind at all.

"You didn't think I'd be upset, did you?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng's reaction, Fan Baobao thought for a moment and frowned slightly.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No, absolutely not."

This wasn't something to be proud of, so he would never admit it.

"But seriously, I thought it was strange before—how Teacher Jiang Wen suddenly added scenes for me and Zhou Yun and even brought us food." Fan Baobao muttered as she sat at the table eating.

Zhao Fusheng listened patiently; after all, he hadn't been on set and didn't know the specifics. Fan Baobao spent all day with Zhou Yun, so she certainly knew more than he did.

As it turned out, everything leaves traces before it happens.

According to Fan Baobao, from the first day on set, Jiang Wen had been a bit too enthusiastic toward Zhou Yun. At first, Fan Baobao thought it was because of Jiang Wen's relationship with Zhao Fusheng that he looked after her roommates, but now, connecting it to Zhao Fusheng's account, that guy Jiang Wen clearly had ulterior motives.

"So you're saying Zhou Yun might have feelings for Old Jiang too?" Zhao Fusheng keenly sensed something and asked curiously.

He had originally thought Zhou Yun might be somewhat averse to this, since that girl had high standards.

Fan Baobao rolled her eyes. "Of course. She's not stupid, it's just not that obvious."

"Is that so?" Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised.

"Come on, that's Jiang Wen. Ask any girl at the Central Academy of Drama—who wouldn't be tempted?" Fan Baobao said matter-of-factly.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at her, chuckled, and said nothing.

"Of course, I definitely wouldn't be tempted. Our Fusheng is so wonderful." As if reading his mind, Fan Baobao said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng snorted, then nodded with satisfaction.

Fan Baobao was also helpless about her boyfriend's occasional pettiness. Whenever she praised a male celebrity on TV for being handsome, he would relentlessly badmouth them—from their acting to their character. She never knew where he got all that inside information, but in Zhao Fusheng's words, there wasn't a single good man in the entertainment industry.

In truth, Fan Baobao knew that Zhao Fusheng's jealousy was mostly for show, to play along with her. He was fully dedicated to his career, and Fan Baobao wasn't stupid—she could feel it.

Similarly, Fan Baobao did the same for Zhao Fusheng. Which newcomer, before even officially debuting, tells their agent they won't do kissing scenes or revealing scenes? In simple terms, she didn't want Zhao Fusheng to be unhappy.

Relationships are mutual. If you treat others sincerely, they will treat you sincerely. Conversely, if you play mind games, the other person might not notice at first, but after suffering enough losses, unless they're a fool, who wouldn't see through it?

Some people choose to speak up, others stay silent, but no matter the choice, the relationship inevitably fades.

This is especially true in matters of the heart. Some people like to use little tricks on their loved ones, but if you can't even be honest in a relationship, then so-called love is just two lonely souls having a slightly more than friendly encounter at a specific time and place.

"Alright, let's not worry about it. According to you, Zhou Yun and Jiang Wen—he's willing and she's willing?" Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao.

Tilting her head in thought, Fan Baobao nodded. "You could say that."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. In his view, life can sometimes be seen as a novel, but it's a realistic one, not tolerating overly clichéd and vulgar tropes like 'one should look at a person with new eyes after three days' separation,' nor the stories of gifted scholars and beautiful maidens exchanging smiles.

Ultimately, any relationship needs a breeding ground—more precisely, a platform.

As for Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun's matter, in the end, it depends on their own thoughts. As bystanders, neither Zhao Fusheng nor Fan Baobao can offer much advice.

"Are you planning to help him pursue Zhou Yun?" Fan Baobao suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "What's it to me? Do you think Old Jiang's personality would let me help?"

Fan Baobao thought for a moment and shook her head.

From her interactions with Jiang Wen over the past few days, he was too domineering, especially when making movies—he was like a tyrant. It was hard for her to imagine him asking Zhao Fusheng for help.

"Alright, don't worry about them. If fate wills it, they'll be together; if not, even if Jiang Wen exhausts himself like a dog, he won't catch her." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao agreed wholeheartedly. Although Zhao Fusheng often said unreliable things, this statement was true.

Fate brings people together from a thousand miles apart; without fate, they meet but don't recognize.

Winking with a smile, Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng. "So according to you, we two are fated?"

Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected her to say that. Tilting his head in thought, he nodded. "We have a bond from a past life. In that life, I lost you. In this one, no matter what, I won't let go of your hand."

They had been together for quite some time, but this was the first time Zhao Fusheng had said something like that to Fan Baobao. Her heart felt as if it had been sweetened with honey; her cheeks flushed slightly, and she rolled her eyes at him, muttering, "Sweet talk..."

She didn't know that Zhao Fusheng was telling the truth.

"Baobao, you have to believe that there will be someone in this world who steps lightly to the sound of clear rhymes, coming only for you. Dipping the brush, they write a line of bright words—sunshine, moonlight, flowering trees, and that gust of wind brushing past the collar."

"Liking someone can make you lose all your temper, your joys and sorrows completely controlled by the other person, waiting foolishly, seeing no hope yet unwilling to give up."

"All of it, all of it, is just because of love."