The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"Don't mention it."

Xie Ci's eyes were bright; his gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before shifting away.

Looking at the brightly lit gate of the Fu family's courtyard, she asked, "How have things been at your home lately?"

Actually, what he wanted to ask was,

Is she alright?

The news of Qin Che annuling the engagement spread like wildfire throughout the compound.

People will always subconsciously compare the two daughters of the Fu family.

She appears mature and calm.

She's still a little girl, after all.

I wonder if I can withstand all the rumors and gossip?

He asked the question subtly, but Fu Hua understood.

"fine."

She replied simply, "What's past is past."

Xie Ci nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled one out and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

He just held it there, as if he was thinking about something.

"Student Fu,"

He suddenly spoke, his voice lower than before, "If anything happens in the future... if you need help, just ask. Don't, don't bear it all by yourself."

Fu Hua was stunned.

He said this with great seriousness.

Fu Hua subconsciously knew what this meant.

But she is still in school.

These are not things to consider now.

He should understand.

"I know."

She whispered, "Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite with thanks?"

if not?

What more could they possibly say to each other?

Fu Hua's expression shifted slightly, a hint of helplessness appearing in her eyes.

It brought her to life.

Xie Ci smiled, took the cigarette and twirled it between his fingers. "Alright, go inside and get some rest."

"Okay, you should go back early too."

Fu Hua turned and walked into the courtyard.

As she closed the door, she glanced back.

Xie Ci remained standing there, smiling as he looked at her.

Seeing her turn around, he raised his hand and waved at her.

The moonlight cast his shadow on the ground, making it very long.

He stood there under the streetlight, like a silent guardian.

A certain part of Fu Hua's heart trembled slightly.

She sighed softly.

Behind the curtains on the second floor, a pair of eyes were staring intently at them.

Fu Chaochao had been standing by the window for a long time.

The bicycle that had given the thank-you speech was parked at the door.

Her gaze never left those two people.

She saw Fu Hua jump off Xie Ci's back seat, and Xie Ci even tried to smooth her hair.

Although it was just a vague gesture, it didn't actually touch.

The two stood under the moonlight talking, and Xie Ci's gaze towards Fu Hua...

She was very familiar with that look in her eyes.

Composure—that's how Qin Che saw her.

Focused, gentle

He only had eyes for her.

But now, Qin Che doesn't want her anymore.

But Fu Hua... found someone better.

Acknowledgments.

As far as she knew, they lived in Building 7.

Those who can live there must have parents whose fathers held at least the rank of major general or higher.

The Xie family has only one son, their only son.

He will be the youngest officer in the entire military region.

Fu Hua, what gives her the right?

A country bumpkin from the countryside.

Fu Chaochao bit her nails; she just couldn't understand it, no matter what.

This kind of people,

How could you have fallen for Fu Hua?

That's an uncultured wild girl.

No, it's not that I've taken a liking to someone.

Fu Chaochao shook her head vigorously.

The thank you was probably just out of respect for the Fu family, and a casual gesture of goodwill towards the neighbors.

Yes, that must be it.

But another voice inside me was sneering:

Is it necessary to ride a bike to take you home late at night?

Do we need to stand downstairs and bid each other a reluctant farewell?

Do I need to look at her like that?

The fingernails dug deeply into the palm, leaving several crescent-shaped marks.

Fu Chaochao stared at Xie Ci's figure downstairs.

His eyes looked like they were about to spit fire.

She lost Qin Che, and she lost Steinberg's favor.

It lost everyone's envy and praise.

Now even my parents' attention...

It was also being taken away by Fu Hua little by little.

What about Fu Hua?

She has everything.

Academic achievements, talent, Professor Yan's high regard, Steinberg's praise,

Now... even Xie Ci is revolving around her.

On what grounds?

Just because she is the Fu family's biological daughter,

So God is looking out for her?

Why isn't she the Fu family's biological child?

She shouldn't have offered compensation.

Don't they deserve to be cherished?

Fu Chaochao's chest heaved violently.

His breathing was so rapid, as if he had just run 800 meters.

I heard Fu Hua talking to Aunt Liu in the living room.

A crazy idea surged into Fu Chaochao's mind.

If only Fu Hua had never come back.

She is still the only little princess of the Fu family.

The engagement with Qin Che is still in effect, and Steinberg will still choose her...

No.

Fu Chaochao squeezed her eyes shut.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had changed.

Jealousy is useless.

Resentment is useless.

Crying and making a fuss won't help.

She needs to pull herself together.

Fu Hua has achievements, talent, and what kind of gifts she has.

But Fu Chaochao also had her own weapons.

The kinship that has been built up in the Fu family over the past ten years

My parents' unconditional love and pampering

It also involves understanding the temperament of everyone in the family.

As long as she remains in this home...

As long as she is still Fu Chaochao

She couldn't let Fu Hua leave so smoothly.

We lost in music, we lost in academics.

Qin Che is gone too... It's okay.

She is still at the Fu family's house.

Everything is possible.

Fu Chaochao took a deep breath and loosened her lips, which had been bitten until they turned white.

She glanced downstairs one last time; Xie Ci had already pushed his cart away.

Under the moonlight, his back stood tall and straight like a pine tree.

A cold glint flashed in Fu Chaochao's eyes.

She turned around and walked step by step to the dressing table.

The girl in the mirror had red, swollen eyes and a pale face.

But the despair and collapse of the previous days were gone from his eyes.

Instead, there was a cold, almost frantic determination.

She picked up a comb and gently smoothed her messy hair, stroke by stroke.

I then applied a cold towel to my eyes.

She applied some powder to cover up the traces of crying.

A gentle, graceful, and pitiful Fu Chaochao reappeared in the mirror.

well.

She practiced her smile in front of the mirror.

A shallow arc,

Her eyes held three parts vulnerability and seven parts strength.

She understands.

What kind of expression can most touch parents?

Fu Chaochao walked out of the room and raised her hand to knock on the door.

Su Yurou opened the door, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Chaochao, good child, you're finally up?"

Su Yurou's voice trembled with emotion, "Are you hungry? I'll ask Aunt Liu to get you something to eat!"

Fu Xiao put down his newspaper and invited the mother and daughter inside to talk.

"Dad, Mom..."

A hoarse, choked cry,

The couple's hearts were gripped tightly.

"Good child, say what's on your mind, don't be afraid, we'll always be there for you."

Su Yurou held Fu Chaochao in her arms and comforted her softly.

The door closed, and Fu Chaochao walked to the center of the bedroom and stood in front of her parents.

She first bowed deeply to Fu Xiao.

He then turned to Su Yurou and bowed again.

"Dad, Mom,"

Her voice was still hoarse from crying, but her tone was calm.

"I'm sorry for making you worry about me and feel sad during this time."

Fu Xiao and Su Yurou were both stunned.

I never expected the child to apologize.

They thought she...

It's good that you've figured it out.

"Chaochao, good child, get up quickly..."

Su Yurou stepped forward to pull her,

Fu Chaochao gently avoided it.