Chapter 7

As the saying goes, no one knows a father better than his child. Having been Zhao Aiguo's son for several decades, Zhao Fusheng knew his father's character all too well.

Zhao Aiguo was the kind of person who wouldn't make promises lightly, but once he did, he would fulfill them seriously, even if it meant a loss.

This was why, when his father said he wouldn't let him learn from Jiang He, Zhao Fusheng knew for sure that his father wouldn't give the money to Jiang He for investment. The reason was simple: his father now cared more about saving money for his education and Fan Baobao's.

"Father, don't worry. Once Baby and I graduate from university, you won't have to work so hard anymore," Zhao Fusheng said earnestly to his father.

Zhao Aiguo was taken aback, looking deeply at Zhao Fusheng. He felt that his son seemed different today, as if he had matured a lot.

"What are you two whispering about?" Mother Zhao walked over, asking curiously.

"Nothing, Mom. I'm going back to sleep," Zhao Fusheng said awkwardly.

Reborn, he always wanted to do something for his family, but for some reason, Zhao Fusheng found himself easily blushing when facing his parents.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng escape back to his bedroom, his parents didn't think much of it and started chatting with Li Yuan.

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Zhao Fusheng was incredibly relieved that the next day was a weekend, giving him ample time to sort out everything he was facing. As the saying goes, since you are here, make the best of it. The fact that the important people in his life were still around was enough for him.

One must be content, a lesson Zhao Fusheng took over twenty years to learn.

Father Zhao left early in the morning to handle the buyout at his workplace, and Mother Zhao went to work. Both she and Li Yuan were nurses at the city's first hospital, but Li Yuan had retired early due to health issues.

Eating the breakfast his mother left on the table, Zhao Fusheng felt quite content. For him, being given a second chance meant he could do what he could during his best years.

Furthermore, he could continuously enrich himself, do meaningful things, and live a meaningful life. Of course, he also wanted to earn more money than he could spend.

Thinking of Fan Beibei's cute expression when she said those words in his arms yesterday, a smile involuntarily curved on Zhao Fusheng's lips.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The sound of knocking on the security door startled Zhao Fusheng, who was deep in thought. Frowning, he stood up, and a childish voice came from the door: "Goguo, Goguo, come out quick, Beibei is here to play!"

The innocent voice through the door instantly lightened Zhao Fusheng's mood. Walking to the door, he opened it and saw Fan Beibei standing there, with a sullen Fan Baobao and a tired-looking Li Yuan behind her.

"Aunt Li, why are you here?" Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised.

"I'm going out with Baby. Fusheng, can you take care of Beibei for the morning?" Li Yuan said, her face pale.

Before Zhao Fusheng could respond, the little girl ran over and hugged his leg: "Goguo, Goguo..."

"Take good care of Beibei!" Fan Baobao waved her fist at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, watching the two women turn and leave, silently thinking to himself, "I haven't agreed yet..."

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In the summer of 1999, Zhao Fusheng and his future sister-in-law sat in the living room of his home.

Bored, really bored.

Accustomed to smartphones and computers, the sudden lack of these things made Zhao Fusheng quickly feel uninterested. More importantly, he didn't know how to entertain a child.

Fan Beibei sat on the sofa, her dark eyes blinking as she looked at Zhao Fusheng.

She was very well-behaved, having been told by her mother and sister to listen to Goguo.

"Beibei is a good girl and will listen to Goguo," the little girl said suddenly.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback and became even more nervous. He could face the absurdity of being reborn and even adopt a "since you are here, make the best of it" attitude, using his foresight to change his parents' fate, but he really didn't know how to entertain a child.

In his previous life, he and his wife had a poor relationship and never had children.

"Beibei, do you want to eat some cookies?"

After much thought, Zhao Fusheng resorted to his "ace in the hole." In his view, no child disliked snacks.

"No, no, I'm full," Little Beibei shook her head vigorously, even raising her hands.

This Goguo was too strange; he had just given her a bunch of cookies.

Well, Zhao Fusheng really wasn't good at entertaining children.

Moreover, the Zhao family had few toys, and he didn't know what to do with Fan Beibei.

So, the two of them, big and small, sat on the sofa, staring at each other.

Fortunately, children can't stay idle for long. Fan Beibei soon broke the awkward silence, but her words almost made Zhao Fusheng faint.

"Goguo, what is a brother-in-law?"

Fan Beibei looked at Zhao Fusheng, asking seriously.

Pfft!

Zhao Fusheng sprayed water out of his mouth, staring at the little girl in shock, as if she were a super monster.

"Who, who taught you that?"

"Mom told me to call you that, but I think Goguo sounds better," Fan Beibei said, blinking her big eyes.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, unable to help but laugh. Children speak without reserve, and it was indeed true.

Perhaps Li Yuan was just teasing her, but the little girl took it seriously.

Gently rubbing the little girl's head, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "A brother-in-law isn't a thing, but if anyone bullies you, you can tell me."

"Okay!" Fan Beibei nodded vigorously.

"Goguo, can you sing?" The little girl couldn't stay still for long.

"No," Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

"Sister can," Fan Beibei said, clearly disappointed, having thought this Goguo could sing.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless. A few-year-old child was like a "ten thousand whys," full of curiosity about everything.

"Goguo, can you draw?"

"No."

"Goguo, can you have children?"

"No, no..."

"Goguo, why can't you do anything?"

Most of the time, Fan Beibei asked questions, and Zhao Fusheng answered. Despite his reluctance to admit it, Zhao Fusheng had to say that he was growing to like this little girl more and more. Her innocent questions and pure smile made him feel that this might be the taste of happiness.