Chapter 8, Part 8: Zhao Zhao, look, the sun is out...
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Why don't you believe me?
Last time, Fu Yansheng secretly smoked half a cigarette behind my back, and I found out.
Now you're saying you don't believe him!
Anyone who believes that is a fool!
Lin Zhao looked at the person in front of her with disbelief in her eyes.
Fu Yansheng looked at Lin Zhao and took out a cigarette, placing it in Lin Zhao's palm.
Lin Zhao first put away the cigarettes, and then took the hair dryer.
He pulled Fu Yansheng to sit down.
She sat cross-legged in front of Fu Yansheng and said, "I get a headache if I don't blow-dry my hair."
Fu Yansheng remained quiet, watching Lin Zhao busily blow-dry his hair.
After drying her hair, Lin Zhao put away the hairdryer and her cigarettes before gently speaking to Fu Yansheng, "Goodnight, Brother Fu."
Lin Zhao first closed the courtyard gate to make sure no wind would get in before returning to her room. Before closing the door, she glanced at Fu Yansheng.
Seeing Fu Yansheng leaning back on the sofa, staring at her without moving, Lin Zhao couldn't help but smile.
"Brother Fu, go to sleep early!"
Fu Yansheng also said goodnight.
Watching Lin Zhao close the door, he picked up his phone.
Looking at Lü Yuanyuan's information above.
The assistant sent more than just these documents.
Not long ago, Lin Zhao said that she had received many text messages from people.
So Fu Yansheng had someone investigate all the second-generation rich kids who frequently appeared around Lin Zhao.
Lü Yuanyuan.
Was it a coincidence, or was it intentional?
Lin Zhao didn't sleep well and woke up at just past one o'clock.
Lin Zhao touched the glass on the bedside table; the cold glass was completely empty.
Lin Zhao picked up her phone and scrolled through WeChat, but didn't open most of the messages from her friends.
At first I didn't know how to reply, but now I feel like there's no need to reply at all.
But if we meet again in the future, we might have to deal with each other again.
After thinking for a long time, Lin Zhao finally decided to reply to each message one by one.
After replying, Lin Zhao put down her phone.
The room was quiet, with only the light from a phone screen.
Now, he is completely separated from the home he has lived in for twenty-three years.
Lin Zhao had been preoccupied with worries during this period.
Although Lin Zhao understood all the reasons and knew that her departure was the right thing to do.
But Lin Zhao was still heartbroken.
No one can remain indifferent when leaving the home they've grown up in.
Lin Zhao simply kept everything to herself.
Even Fu Yansheng, Lin Zhao was unwilling to tell him.
Lin Zhao had known since childhood that although Fu Yansheng had a rather aloof appearance and personality, he was actually a very kind person.
Lin Zhao took a glass to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, and sat down on the sofa with the glass in his hand.
It seemed like a strong wind was blowing outside, and the wind was blowing in through the gaps in the sliding door. It was very loud, but it gave Lin Zhao a sense of peace.
Lin Zhao didn't turn on the light; she just sat there quietly.
Even he himself didn't know what he was thinking.
Perhaps he was thinking about the Lin family, or perhaps he was thinking about himself.
In the end, Lin Zhao felt that there was nothing around him and his mind was blank.
Lin Zhao stood up and opened the courtyard gate.
In autumn and winter, the wind at dawn is biting cold.
Lin Zhao was wearing pajamas, and even a slight breeze could give her goosebumps.
But after being blown like that, Lin Zhao felt much more relaxed.
Just as I was about to go back to my room, I felt a warm coat on my body.
"You say smoking is bad for my health, but you're standing here in the cold wind?"
Fu Yansheng frowned and carefully dressed Lin Zhao in his own clothes, wrapping her up completely.
Lin Zhao lowered her head and remained silent.
No wonder they're so unconvinced. How can smoking compare to being exposed to cold air?
And I want to go in right away!
"Is Zhao Zhao dissatisfied?" Fu Yansheng could tell what Lin Zhao was thinking just by looking at her with her head down.
Lin Zhao, whose thoughts had been guessed, remained silent. Fu Yansheng led her inside and closed the door.
Without the cold wind, the room is warm.
Lin Zhao, wrapped in her clothes, was pulled by Fu Yansheng towards the sofa.
Lin Zhao was wearing slippers, walking with a clattering sound.
He looked completely listless.
"Are you having trouble sleeping?" Fu Yansheng asked softly.
Fu Yansheng knew that Lin Zhao was not particular about her bed, but he understood even better what was going on with Lin Zhao now.
He just wouldn't ask.
He was willing to give Lin Zhao some space.
Lin Zhao hummed in agreement, took a sip of water, and then a thought suddenly struck him.
Let's go watch the sunrise now!
After watching the sunrise, everything will be alright!
Tomorrow is another day!
Fu Yansheng glanced at Lin Zhao's coat, which had become loose due to Lin Zhao's earlier movements.
He reached out and tugged at Lin Zhao, wrapping her up securely.
"Okay, go change your clothes."
After changing my clothes, I left the courtyard.
It was already two in the morning. The lanterns in the corridor had been lit all night, and the distance was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see the trees and mountains clearly.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Lin Zhao couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Fu Yansheng put the scarf he had brought with him on Lin Zhao's head.
Under the warm light, Lin Zhao watched as Fu Yansheng carefully put a scarf on her, his cool face showing not a trace of dissatisfaction.
Fu Yansheng subconsciously smoothed out the clothes in front of Lin Zhao.
He took Lin Zhao to the sunrise viewing platform.
It was very quiet on the mountain, and at this moment they were the only car on the mountain road.
The car lights illuminated the road ahead.
Inside the quiet car, watching Fu Yansheng drive, Lin Zhao felt her heartache inexplicably soothed.
The viewing platform isn't far away, and there are streetlights nearby.
Fu Yansheng parked the car on the side of the road and watched Lin Zhao huddled in the passenger seat, looking outside.
“Brother Fu, I remember when I was little, you would comfort me like this when I was unhappy.”
When Fu Yansheng was a child, he was in poor health for a period of time and recuperated in the villa area where Lin Zhao and his family lived.
The way they met is quite funny.
One day, Fu Yansheng was resting in the courtyard when Lin Zhao happened to see him.
Back then, all the children in the villa area liked to pester Lin Zhao, who was beautiful. Lin Zhao was well-behaved and obedient, and had exquisite looks, so no child disliked her.
But ironically, the moment Lin Zhao saw Fu Yansheng, she thought that the aloof young man was really good-looking.
She's prettier than all the other kids.
He wanted to play with Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng was too cold. Even though he called Fu Yansheng many times from outside the courtyard, Fu Yansheng was unwilling to answer him.
But little Lin Zhao never knew what giving up meant.
He abandoned his other friends and called out "Little Brother" at the entrance of the Fu family's house every day.
It's soft and fluffy.
Over time, the steward at the time got to know Lin Zhao.
Later, after Lin Zhao was able to enter the Fu family, he followed Fu Yansheng everywhere he went. Whenever Lin Zhao had something delicious, he would bring some back for Fu Yansheng.
Lin Zhao was very well-behaved when she was a child. Her dark green eyes were so captivating that they could melt anyone's heart. She had soft black hair and sat on the ground with her legs apart, watching Fu Yansheng, who was engrossed in reading.
This reminded Fu Yansheng of the pets he kept at the Fu family's old house.
Later, Lin Zhao discovered that Fu Yansheng would also take good care of him.
Even when Fu Yansheng was reading, he would find a toy for him to play with next to him.
After finishing the book, Fu Yansheng would play with Lin Zhao.
Lin Zhao was strangely adventurous; even as a child, before she could speak clearly, she would already be ordering Fu Yansheng to play with her.
However, as Lin Zhao grew up, she also realized that Fu Yansheng had been too indulgent towards her in some ways.
So, Lin Zhao eventually learned to solve problems on her own.
But even now, Fu Yansheng has been tolerant of Lin Zhao.
Fu Yansheng was more mature and composed than Lin Zhao. While Lin Zhao was most interested in the world and thought about which country to visit every day, Fu Yansheng had already taken over the Fu family.
Fu Yansheng looked at Lin Zhao, who was poking at the glass with her fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "But you're still not happy."
"Actually, I'm not unhappy anymore, I just feel... guilty."
Lin Zhao didn't hide it from Fu Yansheng: "A few days ago, Lin Xian came to see me and said that he didn't grow up to be the kind of person the Lin family hoped he would become."
Fu Yansheng listened quietly. When he heard that Lin Xian had come to see Lin Zhao, Fu Yansheng frowned slightly and looked up at Lin Zhao.
“He is very outstanding. If it weren’t for me, he would be the most valued child in the Lin family.”
They realized that the "Dad" and "Mom" they had been calling for twenty-three years belonged to someone else.
She realized that the home she had lived in for twenty-three years should belong to someone else.
Therefore, Lin Zhao left the home where she had lived since childhood because her heart told her that she should not continue to occupy it.
However, human emotions are inherently difficult to detach from.
Fu Yansheng paused, hearing Lin Zhao blame almost everything on him.
"Zhaozhao, this is not your fault."
Lin Zhao knew nothing about this from beginning to end.
Why take on everything yourself?
This shouldn't be the case.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao knew, of course, that none of this was his doing.
But what others said was also true; he was the beneficiary of this matter, so he should bear some of the responsibility.
"The one who should reflect on their actions is the person who did this, not you who knew nothing about it," Fu Yansheng said softly.
As time passed, Lin Zhao thought about many things, including his first day of school when he was a child, when his parents took him to the school gate.
His older brother would always sneak off to the elementary school during breaks to bring him snacks.
Even when Lin Zhao was eager to study art, her parents didn't force her; they just said that as long as Lin Zhao was happy, that was all that mattered.
The eldest brother would fly abroad to see Lin Zhao whenever he had free time.
Lin Zhao has been well-mannered by the Lin family over the years.
When Fu Yansheng saw Lin Zhao looking like this, a smile appeared on his face.
Lin Zhao turned her head to speak, but when she saw Fu Yansheng like this, she found it rather novel.
"Brother Fu, you look better when you smile," Lin Zhao said softly.
When Fu Yansheng laughed, the coolness in his eyes was like the snow on the summit of a snow-capped mountain being melted by the sunlight.
Upon hearing Lin Zhao's words, Fu Yansheng raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his car seat.
He seemed relaxed and uninspired.
Lin Zhao turned around and saw that Fu Yansheng didn't say anything, so she couldn't help but push her luck: "Brother Fu, you should smile more."
"Okay, I'll smile more in front of you."
A ray of dawn broke through the clouds, fell on the car window, and reflected into the car.
Fu Yansheng then realized that the sky outside was already beginning to lighten.
"Zhaozhao, look, the sun is out."
A note from the author:
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-Today's Mini-Theater:
When three-year-old Zhao Zhao is unhappy, she likes to go to the cold-faced older brother from the Fu family.
Holding her puppy plush toy, Zhao Zhao stood on tiptoe to reach the doorbell, but the doorbell was too high and she couldn't reach it.
Zhao Zhao could only sit by the door, clutching her doll, looking pitifully at the entrance, waiting for someone to notice her.
Today, Xiao Fu felt uneasy in his study, as if Zhao Zhao was standing at the door.
Looking down from the study window, he saw the pitiful Lin Zhao sitting by the door, so Xiao Fu made an exception and put down his book during his reading time.
I went downstairs to open the door for Zhaozhao.
The moment she saw Xiao Fu, Zhao Zhao, who was already unhappy, rushed into his arms like a cannonball, tears streaming down her face.
"Little Fu, someone's bullying me!" [Crying emoji]
Xiao Fu picked up little Zhao Zhao, patting her back with a cold face: "Who bullied you? I'll have someone beat them up!" [Angry]
"He stole my candy!" [Please!]
Xiao Fu: [Clown]
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