Chapter 0701: A Child's Innocent Words

Memory is a very mysterious thing. Our growth and experiences always unconsciously cause us to forget what once happened around us. Then, when something or someone appears, we suddenly remember that we seem to have experienced the same scene before. But when you try hard to recall, you can never find the specific details, as if that memory has been completely sealed in your mind.

But what's even more frustrating is that whenever you want to escape and avoid it, the door of memory is opened by a key from nowhere, and those people who once left, those things once forgotten, all appear before your eyes.

"Sis, sis, I'm here..."

The moment she saw Fan Baobao, Fan Beibei immediately jumped out of Zhao Fusheng's arms and rushed straight toward Fan Baobao.

Her little body threw itself into her sister's arms. Fan Baobao had to stop and support her sister, saying worriedly, "Slow down, slow down, don't bump into anything."

"Are you planning to move?" Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at the three large suitcases Fan Baobao had brought back. He even wondered how she managed to get these things on the plane.

"Hey, hey, hey, these are all summer and autumn clothes. If I don't bring them back, should I leave them there?" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng. This guy was practically her enemy from a past life. Even though they were together now, he never missed a chance to tease her.

"Let's go home, go home, we're going home." Little Fan Beibei decisively asserted her presence at this moment.

Zhao Fusheng laughed and exchanged a glance with Fan Baobao. They both smiled and walked out of the airport side by side.

Nothing in the world makes people happier than going home. Whether rich or poor, when you go home for the New Year, your mood is always pleasant, especially the moment you see your loved ones—it's incredibly joyful.

That was how Fan Baobao felt. Holding her little sister, her gaze never left Fan Beibei.

That's right, Zhao Fusheng sat next to the two sisters, "ruthlessly abandoned" by his girlfriend.

"Beibei, have you been good at home?"

"Beibei, did you miss your sister?"

Questions like these, utterly lacking in substance, came from Fan Baobao's mouth. Fortunately, Fan Beibei hadn't seen her sister for a long time, so the two chatted happily.

It must be said that the sisters Fan Beibei and Fan Baobao were both beauties.

But unlike Fan Baobao, who wasn't pretty as a child but grew up to be beautiful, Fan Beibei, now only four years old, was already incredibly adorable.

With a high nose bridge, an open face, and lively big eyes, she was as cute as could be.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng thought Fan Beibei was more suited for the entertainment industry than Fan Baobao. After all, this little girl was a beauty in the making; when she grew up, she would definitely be a goddess-level heartbreaker, at least on the level of the so-called "goddess of the masses."

Back home, Fan Baobao naturally became the most favored person. Even Zhao's father specially came back from the company to have lunch with them. As for Zhao Fusheng, well, according to his mother, he could do whatever he wanted, or if nothing else, go wash the dishes in the kitchen.

To this, Zhao Fusheng had nothing to say. After all, these people were either his girlfriend, his mother, or at the very least, his future mother-in-law—none of whom he could afford to offend.

Besides, since there was no room at home, Fan Baobao would have to go with him at night. Zhao Fusheng figured that even if he wanted revenge, he could wait until then.

"Baobao, how's work going in Beijing?" Zhao's mother asked, holding Fan Baobao's hand with concern. This child had grown up by her side, and she knew her well. With good character and personality, she was the perfect candidate for her daughter-in-law.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had such a good relationship; she couldn't help but approve.

"It's okay. I'm not famous yet, just occasionally shoot an ad," Fan Baobao answered honestly.

Her mindset now was different from a year ago. Back then, because her relationship with Zhao Fusheng wasn't confirmed, she thought about working hard to become famous and earn money to repay Zhao's parents.

But now, the two of them had done everything that needed to be done, just short of that final step. Plus, the family environment had changed, so Fan Baobao's thoughts had shifted somewhat.

What she cared about more was how her family felt.

As for her own dreams, Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng had discussed this before. Zhao Fusheng supported her becoming a star, but on the condition that she protect herself and not let it alienate her family.

No one expected her to support the family, so whether acting in films or shooting commercials, her own happiness was what mattered most.

Zhao Fusheng was even considering whether he should find a way to get Fan Baobao's agency contract out of Wang Jinghua's hands. If that didn't work, at least sign her with Future Advertising, so she'd have some security.

"By the way, I heard you shot a movie, didn't you?" Li Yuan suddenly remembered something and asked Fan Baobao.

At this, Fan Baobao's cheeks flushed slightly. She hesitated before murmuring, "Well, I was just a supporting role."

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing. Others might not know, but he was well aware—Fan Baobao wasn't just a supporting role; she was practically an extra.

There was no helping it. The entire film had only one female lead, Yu Feihong. The remaining female supporting roles had very little screen time. Even though Zhao Fusheng had privately added a few scenes, it still wasn't enough. So both Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun were essentially extras on set.

She hadn't felt much about it before, but now that her family was asking, Fan Baobao naturally felt embarrassed.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng laughing smugly, Fan Baobao shot him a glare. That guy was clearly gloating.

"It's okay, aren't all leads just former supporting roles?" Mother Zhao naturally comforted Fan Baobao. As she spoke, she shot her son a glare: "You know a lot of people, right? Help Baobao find a lead role sometime, got it?"

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng looked at his mother with a bewildered expression. What did this have to do with him? He was just here to watch the fun, wasn't he?

But he also knew that his mother didn't understand the intricacies involved and was just speaking casually, so he could only helplessly nod repeatedly: "Don't worry, I'll definitely help her find someone."

No matter what, he'd just go along with it for now; otherwise, his mom would surely give him another lecture.

Zhao Fusheng had now realized that ever since the family's circumstances had changed, his dear mother had become increasingly interested in lecturing her son, constantly admonishing him at every opportunity. The content was always about recalling past hardships and appreciating present blessings, reminding him not to forget how the family used to live and never to become a prodigal.

Little did she know, Zhao Fusheng cherished the happy days before him more than anyone.

For a person, never having tasted delicacies is happier than having tasted them once and never again. For Zhao Fusheng, after savoring the taste of happiness, he treasured his current life immensely and would never let happiness slip away.

Seeing Fan Baobao being pulled aside by his mother and Li Yuan to ask about her school life and experiences filming commercials and movies, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to helplessly pick up Fan Beibei and go watch TV.

With the Spring Festival approaching, the weather outside grew colder day by day. The neighborhood was covered in snow, and the roads were very slippery, so he couldn't take the little girl out to wander around.

"Brother, do you and sister have a secret?" Holding the little girl in his arms, Zhao Fusheng was watching TV when suddenly Fan Beibei leaned close to his ear and whispered a question.

Zhao Fusheng was startled and looked at the girl strangely: "What did you say?"

"When we came back, I saw sister rub you with her foot." Fan Beibei blinked her big eyes and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Why did sister rub your leg? Is she sick?"

"Cough, cough..."

Zhao Fusheng's face instantly turned bright red. He felt utterly mortified, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The worst part was that Fan Beibei hadn't lowered her voice when speaking, so her words were heard by both Mother Zhao and Li Yuan.

And of course, by Fan Baobao, who now wished she could jump out of the window.