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

As they approached the department store, Fu Xiao and Fu Songchuan received a last-minute assignment and left with Xiao Zhou in a jeep.

"Mom, I'm not interested in shopping either."

Fu Youchuan also stopped in his tracks: "We're about to play against No. 1 Middle School's basketball team, so I need to make the most of my time to practice."

"What about your clothes?"

Su Yurou frowned slightly. It would be her mother-in-law's birthday then...

Not only his family members came, but also many people from other prominent families.

Her son must always be dressed neatly, presentably, and smartly.

"Mom, just buy whatever you want, I don't care."

Fu Youchuan's tone was already somewhat urgent, and he kept giving Fu Chaochao meaningful glances.

"Mom, let my second brother go."

Fu Chaochao understood immediately, and hugged Su Yurou's arm, speaking softly, "I know Second Brother's size. Didn't I always go with you to buy him things before?"

Su Yurou sighed, "Alright then, but be careful and don't keep bumping into things."

"Mom, I understand. I'm leaving now."

Fu Youchuan quickly stepped back, winking at Fu Chaochao.

When he looked at Fu Hua, the smile on his face vanished instantly, and he let out a cold snort.

After seeing the men in her family off, Su Yurou took her two daughters to the largest department store in Beijing.

On a winter afternoon, the shopping mall was bustling with people.

A five-story building was considered quite impressive in Beijing in 1985.

Fu Hua followed quietly behind Su Yurou.

This is her second time here.

The first time was when she had just returned to the Fu family home, when Su Yurou hurriedly took her to buy a few summer clothes.

She had just come from the countryside then, and everything in that era seemed new and exciting to her.

But now she can calmly survey this bustling shopping mall.

The mall was well-heated, a stark contrast to the cold outside.

The first floor is the daily necessities and confectionery section.

The second floor sells fabrics and children's clothing, while the third and fourth floors sell men's and women's clothing.

The fifth floor is the "high-end brand area".

They specialize in selling trendy goods from Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Hong Kong, and the prices are quite high.

"Let's go straight to the fifth floor."

Su Yurou adjusted the collar of her wool coat. "I need to get you two some nice winter clothes."

Fu Chaochao immediately perked up and took Su Yurou's arm: "Mom, do you think that red wool dress I liked last time is still there?"

I wonder if they still have those little leather shoes with bows in stock.

"Go and see for yourself."

Su Yurou smiled, then turned to Fu Hua and said, "Hua Hua, take a look and see what you like. We need to prepare several coats, underwear, and thermal underwear."

Fu Hua nodded: "Thank you, Mom."

The three of them walked up the wooden stairs to the fifth floor.

Fu Chaochao was like a cheerful little bird.

She kept talking to Su Yurou: "Mom, Wang Lili in our class wore a really nice cotton-padded jacket last week. It had a white fur trim around the collar... I heard it was rabbit fur, it was so warm, and..."

Su Yurou listened patiently, occasionally responding with a few words.

Fu Hua followed quietly beside her, her eyes scanning the dazzling array of goods.

Her calmness and Fu Chaochao's liveliness

It's like winter and summer, very different.

The atmosphere is noticeably different on the first to fifth floors.

There are fewer customers here, so the goods are displayed more exquisitely.

Several female sales clerks in matching uniforms stood behind the counter, their postures ramrod straight and their faces beaming with smiles.

Welcome!

A salesperson came forward to greet them, glancing at the three of them.

Su Yurou possesses a gentle and refined demeanor, wearing a well-tailored dark blue wool coat.

She's clearly a lady of high status.

Fu Hua followed behind her; the mother and daughter shared a striking resemblance in their features.

They all have classic oval faces, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and straight noses.

Especially those phoenix eyes, which are exceptionally expressive.

Fu Hua's eye color is slightly darker than Su Yurou's.

But their eye shapes and the calm and gentle look in their eyes are exactly the same.

Although Fu Chaochao was dressed exquisitely and adorably,

But she doesn't look like Su Yurou at all.

Her face was round, and her eyes were large and round, lacking the heroic spirit of the Fu siblings.

"Please come this way, all three of you. These are newly arrived winter clothes."

The sales clerk led them to the wool sweater section.

On the other side, two young sales clerks huddled together, whispering:

"Look at that mother and daughter, they look so alike, both are beautiful."

"Yes, the mother has a great presence, and the daughter is beautiful too. Is that a relative's child over there?"

"I guess so. They don't look alike at all, but their clothes are quite flashy...like last month's new styles."

These words drifted faintly into Fu Chaochao's ears.

Her smile froze, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her dress.

Su Yurou didn't notice any of this.

She picked up a beige turtleneck sweater.

He held it up against Fu Hua and said, "This one looks good, it suits your skin tone. Hua Hua, why don't you try it on?"

"it is good."

Fu Hua took the clothes and went into the fitting room.

Fu Chaochao quickly picked up a red wool dress: "Mom, I want to try this one on!"

"Okay, you should give it a try too."

Su Yurou said gently.

The curtains in the fitting room were drawn open one after another.

When Fu Hua came out, all the sales clerks' eyes lit up and they unconsciously gathered around her.

A cream-colored turtleneck sweater hugged her slender figure perfectly.

The neckline perfectly accentuated her long neck and delicate jawline.

Simple style,

Yet, her unique temperament made her appear exceptionally elegant.

"Wow, that girl looks really good!"

The sales clerk exclaimed sincerely, "She's completely inherited her mother's best features; I've never seen anyone wear this sweater so well..."

Su Yurou was also taken aback.

She looked at Fu Hua and seemed to see herself in her younger days.

But it's also somewhat different.

Fu Hua's gaze hardened, and her back straightened even more.

He possesses a composure rarely seen at his age.

"It's very nice, we'll take this one."

Su Yurou instructed the sales clerk to wrap it up.

Fu Chaochao also came out at this time.

The red dress complements her skin tone very well.

The pleated design on the skirt is also very playful.

However, this dress is an autumn style.

Wearing this now is a bit inappropriate.

The sales clerk smiled and reminded her, "This is one of our styles from last year, so you can get a 20% discount."

Is this implying that her judgment is inferior to Fu Hua's?

How is that possible?

How could she possibly be inferior to that country bumpkin?

Fu Chaochao's face immediately darkened, and her tone became stiff: "Forget it, I don't really like it either. Let's look at something else."

"Chaochao, you look good in it too. Why don't we keep it and wear it next fall?"

Su Yurou said, but the admiration in her tone was noticeably less.

"Never mind, Mom, I suddenly don't like it anymore."

"Then it's up to you."

On the other side, the sales clerks surrounded Fu Hua: "This color suits you so well!"

"Little girl, would you like to try this plaid skirt? It would look great with this wool sweater!"

"This young lady has a great figure and fair skin; she looks like a model in anything she wears..."

"Madam, come quickly and look! Isn't this wool coat perfect for your daughter?"

Su Yurou was also pulled over by the salesperson for reference.

Fu Chaochao was left out in the cold.

She bit her lower lip, watching the sales clerk enthusiastically help Fu Hua choose clothes and get shoes and hats.

Standing here, I feel like a clown trying to get clothes to sit on.

The mother and her two daughters bought many clothes, hats, and shoes at the store.

The salesperson patiently explained how to mix and match them.

After three or four hours of fussing, I finally finished buying it.

Su Yurou went to the counter to pay, and a new sales clerk pointed at Fu Chaochao.

Out of curiosity, I asked, "Is that little girl a relative of yours? Or are you shopping with a classmate?"