Chapter 0920 An Old Acquaintance

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Zhang Qian looked at Zhao Fusheng in bewilderment, not understanding why the guy suddenly stared at him with a strange expression.

Zhao Fusheng laughed. “I’m curious—you actually follow celebrities.”

“Follow celebrities?” Zhang Qian was taken aback, looking surprised, then shook his head with a smile. “I don’t follow that stuff. Too childish.”

This caught Zhao Fusheng off guard, and he asked subconsciously, “Then why were you asking about Zhou Feifei?”

He had originally thought Zhang Qian knew Zhou Feifei because he followed celebrities, but now it was clearly not the case.

“I heard from Panpan that your wife’s next ad is a collaboration with Zhou Feifei, so I just asked casually.” Zhang Qian looked innocent, never expecting Zhao Fusheng to associate it with him.

It just goes to show, some people overthink things, and that’s never a good thing.

Hearing Zhang Qian’s words, Zhao Fusheng was stunned. He really hadn’t expected it to be because of that.

Then he frowned deeply, because Fan Baobao hadn’t mentioned this to him.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Qian noticed Zhao Fusheng’s grim expression and asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, waving his hand to indicate he was fine, and said casually, “Just a bit strange—Baobao didn’t tell me about this.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Zhang Qian said, glancing at Zhao Fusheng.

Then the guy reverted to his silent mode, shut his mouth, and continued watching TV without another word.

Most of the time when he was with Zhao Fusheng, it was like this: he spoke when there was something to say, and once it was said, he became as silent as a clam, not uttering a sound.

Zhao Fusheng had no solution for this. The guy was as stubborn as a rock in a latrine. He clearly wanted to train Zhang Qian’s abilities so he could take charge on his own someday, but whether deliberately or due to lack of capability, Zhang Qian simply refused to go out and preferred to remain Zhao Fusheng’s driver and assistant, leaving Zhao Fusheng quite helpless.

Each to his own—Zhao Fusheng could only console himself with this reasoning, otherwise he feared he might lose his temper and give Zhang Qian a good scolding.

After watching some TV and seeing that it was getting late, Zhao Fusheng sent Zhang Qian back to his apartment across the hall and went to his own room to sleep.

With Fan Baobao away, he felt a bit unaccustomed all of a sudden.

Thus, the saying goes that the boudoir is a hero’s grave; many people lose their ambition in the warmth of the boudoir, largely because the longing for home sometimes outweighs the yearning for ideals.

When he got up the next day, Zhao Fusheng directly called Fan Baobao.

“Why are you calling?”

Fan Baobao was quite surprised to receive Zhao Fusheng’s call.

“If I didn’t call, how would I know you’re collaborating with Zhou Feifei? Don’t you know she’s one of Wang Jinghua’s people?” Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

He was truly furious. Even if Wang Jinghua didn’t know his identity yet, she must be dissatisfied with both him and Fan Baobao. Zhou Feifei was her person, and if Zhou Feifei used her status as a Best Actress to bully Fan Baobao, Fan Baobao would have nowhere to turn.

This wasn’t a joke. Although Fan Baobao had shot many ads and was somewhat famous as an ad star, it depended on who you compared her to. Compared to Zhou Feifei’s status, Fan Baobao was at a level where even if she were bullied, no one would stand up for her.

“I know.”

Fan Baobao’s voice carried a hint of confusion. “But Sister Feifei and I get along really well.”

“Huh?”

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, completely not expecting her to say that.

“You always think the worst of people,” Fan Baobao said with a playful laugh. “Sister Feifei talked to me. She said Sister Hua is Sister Hua, and she is herself. She and I hit it off, but Sister Hua is a respected sister and a benefactor who helped her become famous. She can’t mediate for us, but she doesn’t want to become enemies with me over past issues—there’s no need, and it’s not worth it.”

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was momentarily confused. This Zhou Feifei seemed much more clear-headed than he had known her to be before.

But one must not have the heart to harm others, yet must have the heart to guard against them. Zhao Fusheng dared not easily trust Zhou Feifei’s words.

After all, he was different from Fan Baobao.

In Zhao Fusheng’s eyes, all celebrity images in the entertainment industry were polished by the spotlight and the reporters’ pens—every single one of them.

Whether they were so-called middle-aged veterans, foodies, or guys who said “Good man is me, I am the good man,” in the end, they were all people chasing fame and fortune.

Whether actors or singers, they all wore masks in life, spoke well, sang well, and naturally, acted well too.

Getting Zhao Fusheng to trust someone from the entertainment industry unconditionally was no easy feat.

So far, the only ones he could trust were Old Jiang and Yu Feihong, and that was only because their interactions were deep and they knew each other well.

Apart from them, Zhao Fusheng could only scoff at people in this circle.

“You believe everything people say,” Zhao Fusheng said after a moment of silence to Fan Baobao. “You still need to be cautious and not tell everyone everything.”

Fan Baobao hummed in agreement. “I know.”

She wasn’t stupid. Whatever Zhao Fusheng told her was for her own good. No matter how friendly Zhou Feifei was, she couldn’t compare to Zhao Fusheng’s place in her heart.

In other words, Fan Baobao could take Zhao Fusheng’s words to heart.

But regardless, since the other party was smiling at her, she couldn’t put on a malicious face. As the saying goes, one doesn’t strike a smiling face—Fan Baobao understood this basic principle.

They chatted a bit more, and Zhao Fusheng gave Fan Baobao some instructions before hanging up.

After all, Fan Baobao wasn’t a child; she understood the principles she needed to know. Saying too much was useless. Zhao Fusheng just wanted to share his thoughts with her.

As for what happened next, she would have to handle it herself.

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At the ad shoot location, Fan Baobao had just put down her phone when she saw Zhou Feifei walking toward her.

“Sister Feifei.”

Fan Baobao smiled sweetly at Zhou Feifei, her face full of warmth.

“What, your boyfriend?” Zhou Feifei teased, sitting down next to Fan Baobao. “Let me give you some golden advice: if you’re looking for a partner, don’t look in the entertainment industry. The men in this circle are no good.”

Fan Baobao blinked, looking innocent, while Yang Panpan beside her pursed her lips but said nothing.

Unlike Zhang Qian, Yang Panpan, though also not very familiar with the entertainment industry, had been cramming knowledge about it ever since she became Fan Baobao’s assistant.

Since she started at Huayi, Yang Panpan had specifically studied the profiles of stars under Huayi Brothers’ agency.

Martial artists have good memories; Yang Panpan had data on all the celebrities in Huayi, big or small, stored in her mind.

Zhou Feifei, as one of the top stars, naturally wasn’t missed.

If it were anything else, it might be fine, but Zhou Feifei giving advice on relationships to Fan Baobao almost made Yang Panpan burst out laughing.

Everyone knew that this diva had encountered one jerk after another. Her taste in men practically came with a built-in elimination attribute.

Well, an attribute for eliminating wrong options.

Any man Zhou Feifei fancied could be directly marked as off-limits for dating.

When it came to picking men, Fan Baobao was the one with the eye.

Of course, Yang Panpan couldn’t say this to anyone. After all, Zhou Feifei was a big star and had taken the initiative to befriend Fan Baobao. She didn’t need to offend people on Fan Baobao’s behalf.

Yang Panpan was straightforward, not stupid. Having been with Fan Baobao for so long, she had come to understand some of the rules of the entertainment industry and naturally knew what to say and what not to say.

Moreover, Yang Panpan also felt that for Fan Baobao, knowing some people in the circle couldn’t hurt.

Not that she expected them to help with resources, but humans are social animals. For an actor or artist, reputation is very important. It’s not like public opinion has never buried someone.

For a newcomer like Fan Baobao, reputation really matters.