Chapter 0647: The Villain Sues First

In the twenty-first century, the internet is an era where looks reign supreme—there is no doubt about that.

After all, it has happened more than once that someone, simply because they were good-looking, had a few photos taken of them and instantly became an internet sensation.

Whether in the era of BBS forums or the age of internet celebrities, beauty is justice.

Of course, big stars like Jiang Wen also attract a lot of attention due to their fame and status.

"Hmm, one million, two million..."

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself while posing Jiang Wen in various positions.

"What are you doing?"

Fan Baobao stared dumbfounded at her boyfriend, who looked like an idiot, and finally couldn't help asking.

Zhao Fusheng looked up, revealing a flushed face, and grinned foolishly: "Taking pictures. In a few years, these photos will definitely sell for a lot of money."

As he spoke, a wave of alcohol breath hit Fan Baobao, almost knocking her out.

"How much did you guys drink?" Fan Baobao ignored Zhao Fusheng's nonsense and asked.

"I don't know, not much..."

Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, shaking his head as he spoke: "I'm not drunk, really..."

"Yeah, you're not drunk. I'm drunk," Fan Baobao said speechlessly.

Generally speaking, most drunk people are like this—shouting that they're not drunk while talking even more than usual.

Zhao Fusheng was better; when drunk, he was relatively well-behaved.

"Go to sleep," Fan Baobao said, glancing at the mess in the living room. She decided it was better to clean up tomorrow morning; cleaning the house in the dead of night was really too absurd.

"Okay, but you stay with me," Zhao Fusheng looked up and gave Fan Baobao a smile.

"Alright, alright. I'll stay with you." Fan Baobao looked helpless but managed to coax Zhao Fusheng back to the bedroom.

As for Jiang Wen, well, Fan Baobao thought the living room suited him fine.

……

……

The moonlight was like water. Zhao Fusheng lay quietly on the bed, fast asleep, with a slight snore. Fan Baobao, however, was wide awake, blinking as she stared at the ceiling.

The past year or so had felt like a dream to her.

Her family had undergone earth-shaking changes; she and that guy Zhao Fusheng had actually ended up together. Not only that, but now she had really become an advertising star, even eating and drinking with big stars like Jiang Wen.

When she was a child, this was a dream that was beyond her reach.

Back then, she and Zhao Fusheng would often run to the park near the neighborhood, lying side by side on the grass, gazing at the vast sky and the birds flying by, imagining that one day they could fly freely like the birds.

Thinking back on those days now, it always brought a smile to her face.

"This guy actually wrote a script..." Fan Baobao turned her head to look at the sleeping Zhao Fusheng and couldn't help but smile.

Since childhood, Fan Baobao had been afraid of subjects like math, physics, chemistry, and biology, finding them too difficult and complex. When she grew up, she discovered that these things, which had rules to follow and could be understood with patience and repetition, were far simpler and clearer than understanding a person, than human hearts, than love and being loved. At least overturning a law required hundreds of experiments, but a person's change sometimes only took a minute.

Fortunately, he had run into Zhao Fusheng. She knew that this guy had never changed since they were kids.

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The next morning, when Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes, Fan Baobao was sleeping soundly beside him.

A strand of her hair fell across her cheek and onto his face, tickling him and feeling strange.

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth. Although the hangover was unpleasant, he felt it was bearable. After all, in his previous life, he had often drunk heavily at social engagements, getting dizzy and disoriented—that was a common occurrence.

In this life, though he didn't drink often, Zhao Fusheng's tolerance was still decent. Yesterday, it was only because he was drinking with Jiang Wen; if it had been anyone else, he might not have gotten drunk.

He reached out and gently traced his hand over Fan Baobao's body, a playful impulse rising in him.

“Annoying!”

Fan Baobao opened her eyes, glared at Zhao Fusheng groggily, moved his mischievous hand aside, turned over, and continued sleeping.

“Did I drink too much yesterday?”

Zhao Fusheng chuckled softly, stroking Fan Baobao's smooth skin, and asked.

“Go see for yourself in the living room.”

Too lazy to complain about her boyfriend, Fan Baobao muttered something, then hastily pushed Zhao Fusheng off the bed. This guy, he wouldn't stop even early in the morning—she could already feel that mischievous thing of his acting up.

If she let him stay in bed, her hands and mouth would surely suffer.

Normally it might be fine, but today there were guests. Fan Baobao dared not stage a live sex show in the bedroom; if Zhou Yun or Jiang Wen walked in on them, she would never be able to hold her head up again.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't angry either. Although his little brother was showing signs of rising, it was a normal male reaction—after all, the morning is the prime time of day.

He was more curious about how Jiang Wen was doing.

As he recalled, that guy later seemed to have downed five bottles of beer in a row, boasting that he would win Zhou Yun over within a week.

Rubbing his chin, Zhao Fusheng got out of bed and realized he reeked of alcohol, even his shirt.

Shaking his head, he felt disgusted with himself at that moment.

But it was fine—this was Zhao Fusheng's own room. Last night, Fan Baobao had put Zhou Yun up in her room. Zhao Fusheng found a set of clothes in the wardrobe, changed, and then walked out.

As soon as he reached the living room, Zhao Fusheng saw that Jiang Wen was actually standing together with Zhou Yun, the two of them cleaning up the living room trash together.

As they cleaned, they chatted about something. Zhou Yun's face was slightly flushed; though a bit shy, she was clearly in a good mood.

Sure he wasn't mistaken, Zhao Fusheng stood there and helplessly noticed that those two actually looked quite harmonious together.

“Ahem…”

Clearing his throat to make his presence known, Zhao Fusheng opened his mouth to speak, but Jiang Wen spoke first: “Fusheng, look at you. Last night I said I didn't want to drink, but you insisted. After drinking, you ran off and left me here. The living room is a mess—it's really disgraceful…”

What?

Zhao Fusheng nearly bit his tongue, pointing at Jiang Wen, unable to speak for a long time.

He had always been the one to turn things upside down and set others up, but he never expected to be set up by Jiang Wen this time.

Seeing Jiang Wen accusing him with righteous indignation, and Zhou Yun nodding repeatedly beside him, clearly already believing Jiang Wen's words, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that the photos he had taken last night must never be returned to Jiang Wen, even on pain of death.

Not only would he not give them back, but he would also blackmail that guy severely!