Chapter 0709 A Wonderful Feeling

Many people love reading fairy tales, believing that justice always triumphs over evil and light always defeats darkness. But in reality, there aren't that many beautiful stories; even fairy tales are only beautiful on the surface.

Cinderella meets the prince, hesitating over whether to accept the diamond ring he offers, only to end up encountering a knife-wielding robber who not only takes her money but also forces her to give up her body.

That is life, that is reality.

Fan Baobao knew very well that there were too many people around her who were attentive, some outstanding, some mediocre, but the only one she could trust without reservation was the guy in front of her, who always looked at her with squinting eyes and a doting smile.

Since that was the case, she might as well give herself to him.

"Zhao Fusheng, I want to become a better person for you, because I want every time you mention me, your eyes and brows are filled with smiles, with that thick, unbreakable happiness and warmth."

"I think marriage should be about being with the one you love, taking care of both families, watching the children grow up safe and healthy, letting the one you love roam freely when young and in love of freedom, and when old and unable to move much, still holding hands to face death together."

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The morning sunlight slipped through the gaps in the window frames into the room, like a thin thread connecting two completely different worlds, inside and outside.

Outside the window was a blanket of white snow, with occasional gusts of wind, and long icicles glistening under the refraction of sunlight. Inside the room, however, it was a different scene.

Clothes scattered all over the floor, a shirt stained with lipstick, underwear thrown in the corner, and, um, a little cute thing.

The most eye-catching was a pair of lace stockings that were clearly torn.

Of course, there was also a certain guy lying sideways on the bed.

Time passed quickly. The sunlight was harsh on his face. Zhao Fusheng instinctively turned over, but the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Holy shit!"

Zhao Fusheng hissed, sucking in a cold breath, and instantly became alert.

Recalling what happened last night, he couldn't help shaking his head.

If he had known that Fan Baobao would react so violently the first time, Zhao Fusheng would never have agreed to her idea.

He didn't need to look to know that his back was covered with scratch marks. If the first time was this brutal, Zhao Fusheng suddenly worried about his future sex life.

At that moment, in the bathroom, Fan Baobao was about to cry at her own stupidity.

She never imagined that the act would be so different from what the books described. The books clearly said it wouldn't hurt that much.

But last night, she almost died!

She swore that Zhao Fusheng, that bastard, wouldn't touch her, her bed, for at least a month.

Walking out of the bathroom, she came face to face with Zhao Fusheng, who was just coming out of the bedroom. Both of them froze.

"Um, morning," Zhao Fusheng said, a little awkwardly.

"Yeah, morning," Fan Baobao replied, also awkward, because she saw the scratches on Zhao Fusheng's bare upper body—um, those seemed to be her handiwork.

"Um, you go lie down. I'll make you breakfast," Zhao Fusheng said gently, blinking at Fan Baobao, being the more mature one.

Although he had suffered serious damage last night, it seemed the girl was in worse shape. The painful cries from last night were still vivid. Since that was the case, as a man, it was only right to take extra care of her.

Fan Baobao glanced at Zhao Fusheng, then suddenly reached out her hand and said coquettishly, "Carry me."

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded, but he still walked over with a clatter, bent down, and picked up Fan Baobao, one hand supporting her back, the other holding her legs, a perfect princess carry.

Fan Baobao was stunned. She had only been joking, never expecting Zhao Fusheng to actually come and carry her.

"Cough... Holy cow!"

Zhao Fusheng held Fan Baobao, saying nothing on the surface, but inwardly he couldn't help complaining. Watching others do a princess carry seemed so easy, as if they were holding a cotton ball, effortlessly cool.

But when it came to him, it felt like weightlifting. He had carried this girl before, so why was she so heavy today?

However, when he saw Fan Baobao's knowing smile, he suddenly understood.

In fact, a normal girl around 1.6 meters tall should weigh between 40 to 50 kilograms, in other words, about 80 to 100 pounds.

Of course, it varies slightly depending on the person.

In Fan Baobao's case, because she was an actress and also an advertising model, she usually paid attention to controlling her weight, staying around 95 pounds.

What does 95 pounds mean? Um, a bag of rice is about 40 to 50 pounds.

In other words, Zhao Fusheng was now carrying two bags of rice. Only someone like him could manage it; someone with Tan Kaixuan's build might not be able to handle it.

More importantly, when other princesses are carried, they cooperate with the prince, hooking their arms around his neck and gazing at him affectionately, which at least saves half the effort.

But his princess was trying hard to lower her body, as if afraid of not using enough force. This wasn't a princess; this was a nanny, okay?

After a tremendous effort, he carried the girl into another bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Zhao Fusheng sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily.

"Huff... huff..."

"Is it really that exaggerated..." Fan Baobao muttered softly.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to complain. He pointed at her a couple of times, then got up to make breakfast.

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Because Miss Fan was feeling unwell, Zhao Fusheng brought breakfast to her bedside, waited on her until she ate, and watched her fall into a deep sleep. Then he returned to the room where they had slept last night, tidied up a bit, and left.

His father had called him yesterday, saying that Ma Qianli was coming to the company for negotiations today.

The last acquisition attempt had failed, and the two sides had had no contact since. Zhao Fusheng really couldn't figure out what Ma Qianli could possibly want to discuss with his father.

But regardless, he had to pay attention to this matter. Zhao Fusheng was curious about what tricks Ma was up to.

Taking a car to the mall, he greeted a security guard he knew at the entrance and took the elevator upstairs.

Just as he entered the elevator and was about to close the doors, he saw a group of people approaching.

Seeing the figure at the front, Zhao Fusheng frowned, took a deep breath, and smiled slightly: "Chairman Ma, we meet again."

Ma Qianli was also startled to see Zhao Fusheng: "Ah, yes, haha, little Boss Zhao."

Although he knew the young man's name, he wasn't sure how to address him, so he just teased him.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand with a smile: "Chairman Ma, you're too kind. I'm still a student, just call me Xiao Zhao. So, are you going upstairs?"

Ma Qianli nodded: "It seems you knew I was coming today. Let's go together."

Since he put it that way, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't refuse. Accompanied by Ma Qianli's assistants, Zhao Fusheng and Ma Qianli took the elevator upstairs together.

As for the others, they naturally had to wait for the next elevator.

One could imagine the expression on Father Zhao's face when he saw Zhao Fusheng and Ma Qianli entering together.

"Dad, I happened to run into Chairman Ma, so we came together," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Father Zhao nodded helplessly, thinking that his son had taken the initiative to negotiate with Ma Qianli.

"Chairman Ma, to what do we owe the honor of your visit?" Father Zhao dismissed his assistants, had Zhao Fusheng pour a glass of water for Ma Qianli, and the three of them took their seats as host and guest.

Ma Qianli smiled slightly: "I want to discuss a business deal with President Zhao. What do you think?"

"A business deal?" Father Zhao was taken aback. Instead of looking at Zhao Fusheng, he asked Ma Qianli: "May I ask, Chairman Ma, what kind of business deal do you have in mind?"

"Yes, Chairman Ma, if you still want to negotiate like last time, I don't think there's any need to continue, is there?" Zhao Fusheng suddenly interjected.

He hadn't intended to speak, but Ma Qianli was definitely a sly old fox. If he didn't occasionally needle him, his father might fall into his trap.

Sure enough, Ma Qianli's face flushed slightly. He frowned and snorted: "President Zhao, I specifically inquired and found that your company has no cooperation agreement with the Aipu Group. That underhanded trick last time wasn't your doing, was it?"

He was referring to Zhao Fusheng's use of Han Bin to pose as a white knight in the anti-takeover.

Father Zhao didn't speak, but Zhao Fusheng chuckled and glanced at Ma Qianli indifferently: "Right, right, right. President Ma, you can be aboveboard, you can be aboveboard."

As he said this, his hand kept tapping on the surface of the coffee table.

Father Zhao couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

If looks could kill, Zhao Fusheng would have died ten thousand times over from Ma Qianli's glare.

"Alright, stop messing around," Father Zhao said after laughing, glaring at Zhao Fusheng, then turned to Ma Qianli: "Sorry, Chairman Ma, please excuse my son's rudeness."

"Haha, it's fine, it's fine," Ma Qianli said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He pointed to his assistant outside the door: "President Zhao, I think it's better to let my assistant discuss the specifics with your company. What do you think?"

Father Zhao was taken aback as Ma Qianli waved his hand. A tall, slender woman walked in from outside, around thirty years old, wearing glasses, with a calm expression.

"This is our company's Vice President Lin. She will be in charge of presenting the details." Ma Qianli glanced triumphantly at Father Zhao, striking a lofty pose.

"In that case, Dad, let me negotiate with Vice President Lin," Zhao Fusheng suddenly spoke up.

Counter measures with measures, that's all. What's the big deal?