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

Lin Bei walked over, wiping his sweat; his breathing was still a little rapid.

His gaze towards Fu Hua was gentle: "Are you alright?"

"fine."

Fu Hua took a clean handkerchief out of her bag and handed it to him. "Thank you for earlier..."

Lin Bei took the handkerchief, her ears turning slightly red: "Your second brother..."

"I know."

Fu Hua interrupted him, giving him a faint smile. "You don't need to have conflicts with him because of me anymore. Go change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Lin Bei nodded, hesitated for a moment,

She continued, "Fu Hua, you deserve respect. No matter what others say, you are far superior to them."

Fu Hua was slightly taken aback, then sincerely said, "Thank you."

"Wenwen, I'm sorry, I can't have lunch with you today."

"You said this morning that it was nothing, what's the big deal?"

Zhang Wen suddenly remembered something and pulled a small paper packet out of her bag: "Oh right, this is for you."

Fu Hua took the paper package and opened it; inside was a light yellow rubber band.

It was decorated with a few small, delicate osmanthus flowers.

It gleams softly in the sunlight.

"I saw it at the department store with my mom last night. I knew you like osmanthus, so I bought it."

Zhang Wen smiled a little embarrassedly, "Didn't you throw away that strawberry one? You can use this one."

Fu Hua felt a warmth in her heart.

She had casually mentioned that she liked osmanthus flowers when she was chatting with Zhang Wen before.

Unexpectedly, she remembered it.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Fu Hua didn't hesitate and put the rubber band on her wrist.

The air seemed to be filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

At this moment, the guard, Xiao Zhou, had already turned around and returned.

Fu Hua said goodbye to Zhang Wen and followed the guard out of the school.

Outside the school gate, the Fu family's black sedan was already waiting by the roadside.

Fu Chaochao, wearing a brand-new pink dress, was smiling and talking to Su Yurou.

When Su Yurou saw her, she rolled down the car window and waved: "Huahua, get in the car quickly, let's go eat first, and Mom will take you to the department store to buy new clothes this afternoon."

Fu Hua got into the car and greeted politely, "Mom, Chaochao."

The car slowly drove away from the school.

Fu Hua gazed at the street scene flashing past the window.

The small osmanthus flower on her wrist swayed slightly as the car moved.

The Qianmen roast duck restaurant was bustling with people at lunchtime.

The rich aroma of roast duck filled the entire hall.

As soon as the Fu family entered the restaurant, Fu Xiao went to the front desk to speak with the manager.

Fu Xiao's initially happy expression quickly turned somber.

The hotel manager, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, smiled broadly and said, "I'm so sorry, sir. Your reservation for the 'Pine and Crane Hall' was accidentally assigned to another table by the waiter."

It was an oversight on our part, look at this...

What do you mean by "being seated at another table"?

Fu Xiao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the authority of a soldier, "When I made the reservation this morning, it was all agreed that I would come over at noon..."

The manager, sweat beading on his forehead, said, "Yes, the waiters thought the Songhe Hall was empty, that all the guests inside were district leaders. Our little shop really is..."

"So you can just cancel my reservation whenever you want?"

Fu Xiao interrupted him, "Get your person in charge out here."

Fu Youchuan strode over and impatiently interrupted, "Dad, why waste your breath on them! Why should we give up the reserved private room to someone else?"

He was young and impetuous, and his voice unconsciously rose, "They think we're easy to bully and talk to!"

These words drew sidelong glances from guests at several nearby tables.

Fu Chaochao gently tugged at Fu Youchuan's sleeve.

She said softly to the manager, "Uncle Manager, could you perhaps think of another way? We could find another private room? It's rare for our family to eat out together..."

Her soft voice and aggrieved expression attracted the attention of those around her.

Some guests began to whisper among themselves.

"I'm so sorry, we have a lot of guests today, and also a company dinner, so we really can't make room for any other private rooms. I apologize."

"Alright!"

Fu Xiao waved his hand and gave a low shout, stopping the two from continuing to talk.

He took a deep breath and asked the manager, "What positions are left?"

"The lobby... there's a four-seater in the lobby."

The manager said cautiously, "It's just a little crowded, you see..."

Su Yurou frowned as she looked at the noisy hall and said softly, "Old Fu, how about we go to another place? It's not comfortable to eat a meal with so many people crammed into a four-person table."

"But this restaurant makes the most authentic roast duck."

Fu Xiao is unusually stubborn.

All I want is to have a quiet Peking duck meal with my family, why is that so difficult?

He felt a surge of anger and was extremely uncomfortable.

Fu Youchuan wanted to say something, but Fu Xiao stopped him with a look.

Fu Chaochao stood next to Su Yurou and whispered, "Mom, why don't we go home to eat?"

I think Huahua doesn't seem quite comfortable in this kind of setting either. Look, she's standing over there..."

That was a clever way of putting it, making her seem considerate.

This is an insinuation that Fu Hua is "not presentable in public."

Everyone in the family spoke up for Fu Xiao.

She stood aside as if nothing had happened.

Completely unconcerned!!

Fu Hua stood a short distance away, quietly watching everything, her face expressionless.

She simply rubbed her fingers lightly against the osmanthus-patterned elastic band on her wrist.

She didn't like roast duck much; she thought it was too greasy.

It's just that I haven't eaten it in a long time, so I'm a little nostalgic.

Fu Xiao sighed, relented, and prepared to eat somewhere else.

A clear female voice came from the doorway:

"Huahua?"

Su Xiao, dressed in a well-fitting light gray suit skirt, walked over with three friends.

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly walked over: "It really is you! What a coincidence! You're eating roast duck too?"

Fu Hua nodded politely: "Editor Su."

"What should I call Editor Su?"

Su Xiao affectionately hugged Fu Hua's arm: "It's a promise, you'll be my god-sister, call me 'older sister'."

"elder sister."

Fu Hua called out sweetly.

"Oh, little sister."

Su Xiao pulled Fu Hua aside and introduced her to her three friends.

"This is the little genius I told you about before; his foreign language translation skills are amazing."

All three of them shook hands with Fu Hua in a friendly manner and greeted her.

"What are you doing...?"

Su Xiao glanced at the Fu family.

Then, glancing at the embarrassed manager, she keenly sensed the situation.

Fu Hua didn't deliberately hide it.

I briefly explained the whole story.

"So that's how it is."

Su Xiao's expression shifted slightly, and she understood what had happened.

She turned and whispered a few words to her three friends who were with her.

Then, smiling, he said to the manager, "Give this gentleman our reserved 'Bamboo Rhyme Pavilion'... we'll just sit in the lobby."

"How could I possibly accept this..."

Fu Xiao quickly declined and introduced himself.

"Commander Fu, we've worked together before, so you don't need to be so polite."

Besides, Huahua is my good friend. She helped me a lot before. You have a wonderful daughter.

Fu Xiao smiled silently, a hint of guilt in his smile.

"We'll give you the private room. Where will you sit? Or maybe we can sit together?"

Fu Xiao made the suggestion out of politeness.

"It's alright, there are only four of us, it'll be more lively sitting in the lobby."

Su Xiao waved her hand cheerfully, then winked at Fu Hua, "Fu Hua is an important translator for our publishing house, so this little favor is nothing."

The manager breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led the way: "Guests, this way please. 'Bamboo Rhyme Pavilion' is ready!"

The private rooms at Zhuyun Pavilion are simple and elegant, with ink paintings of bamboo hanging on the walls.

The round table is big enough to seat seven or eight people.

The members of the Fu family took their seats in turn, with Fu Xiao sitting at the head of the table.

The waiter served the best tea.