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

Fu Youchuan has always been proud of his basketball skills.

Defeated by his own sister whom he disliked.

You Chuan could be so angry that he faints.

Fu Xiao sighed, "This child has never been friendly to Huahua. Now that something like this has happened, I'm really worried that their relationship will become even more difficult."

"Dad, I'll talk to him. Don't worry."

At this moment, Fu Youchuan had already woken up in the ward.

He lay motionless in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling.

The liquid in the IV drip bottle dripped down, the sound particularly clear in the quiet ward.

Su Yurou, holding a water glass, comforted him, "You Chuan, no matter what, your health is important. Drink some water first to replenish your fluids."

Fu Youchuan turned his head away and refused to speak.

Su Yurou handed the water to Fu Chaochao, signaling her to persuade her.

It didn't work either.

At this moment, Fu Songchuan pushed open the door and came in.

I pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Su Yurou exchanged glances with her son, then pulled Fu Chaochao out of the ward.

Only Fu Youchuan and Fu Songchuan remained in the room.

At first, neither of the brothers said a word.

After a long while, Fu Youchuan finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Big brother, am I particularly useless?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Isn't that right?"

Fu Youchuan forced a smile, a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"I desperately wanted to get into the national team, and I trained day and night. They would rather choose a girl from the countryside than take me. It was the sports commission leaders who begged her to go."

He closed his eyes. "I've practiced tennis for so many years, and I'm not even as good as her casually playing? How ridiculous."

Fu Songchuan looked at his younger brother: "So you fainted from anger?"

Fu Youchuan remained silent.

"Wandering in the River,"

Fu Songchuan's voice turned serious. "Huahua is our own sister. I don't understand why you always have a prejudice against her?"

Fu Youchuan stared at the ceiling without saying a word.

"She has the same blood as us."

Fu Songchuan spoke again, his gaze sharp.

"I know."

Fu Youchuan squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.

"You know, you just can't bring yourself to be nicer to her."

Fu Songchuan handed her a glass of water, his tone gentle and patient: "From the first day she came home, you haven't given her a kind look. Why is that?"

Fu Youchuan took the water glass, his fingers gripping it, and turned his face away in annoyance: "There's no reason, it's just... I don't like her. I can't stand her arrogant attitude, like everyone owes her something."

"Yeah?"

Fu Songchuan's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, "And what about Chaochao? Why do you like Chaochao so much?"

When Fu Chaochao was mentioned, Fu Youchuan's voice immediately softened.

He took a sip of water and said gently, "Chaochao is different. She grew up in our family since she was little. She's considerate, sensible, and knows how to be affectionate... She's our real little sister."

"She was my sister before, but things are different now. We are not related by blood."

Fu Songchuan's expression darkened slightly: "Sometimes, keeping your distance is the best course of action."

Fu Youchuan's pupils trembled slightly.

"...But we raised her!"

Fu Youchuan raised his voice, "More than ten years! You develop feelings for a cat or a dog, let alone a person! Why keep your distance!"

"so,"

Fu Songchuan's voice turned cold. "An adopted daughter is more important than a biological sister?"

That's not what I meant—

"So what do you mean?"

Fu Songchuan interrupted him: "Chaochao isn't as innocent as you think."

I saw with my own eyes that Chaochao cut that dress herself with scissors and then framed Huahua.

Fu Youchuan put down his cup, his tone resolute: "Impossible, I don't believe it. That dress was her favorite; she couldn't possibly have done that."

Fu Songchuan didn't explain further and continued speaking

"And that time on the stairs, Chaochao also fell down by accident. You were there, and you heard it yourself; she admitted it."

"That's not how it works!"

Fu Songchuan shook his head: "Chaochao just misunderstood; she thought someone pushed her."

Fu Songchuan remained noncommittal: "Chaochao's biological parents are Huahua's adoptive parents. She clearly knows this, yet she has never asked a single question."

Do you think it's normal for someone to be so indifferent to their own parents?

Fu Youchuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, his chest heaving violently.

"That's because her parents are too bad. People like that don't deserve to be parents. It's normal for them to ignore her every day."

"But Huahua lived under that wicked couple's house for over ten years. Who sympathized with her? What kind of life did she lead?"

Fu Songchuan really wanted to slap his second brother awake.

Fu Youchuan's face was deathly pale, and he gripped the corner of the blanket tightly with his hand.

Fu Songchuan ignored him and continued, "And today when you fainted, every time Chaochao tried to comfort Mom, she had to pull Huahua along. The nurses all praised her for being so sensible."

Even though I know Mom is worried about you, I still keep reminding you that it was Huahua who said something that made you so angry.

"Who in their right mind would say that?"

"The more worried Mom is about you, the more resentment she harbors towards Huahua. Can't you see that?"

"Every day is just..."

Fu Youchuan wanted to explain, but found himself at a loss for words.

"Just what?"

Fu Songchuan asked indifferently, "Just 'thoughtful'? Just 'sensible'?" You Chuan

We don't understand Chaochao at all, even though we've lived together for over ten years. She's not as naive as you think.

Fu Youchuan abruptly closed his eyes.

Zhou Rong spread rumors about Fu Hua at school.

Zhou Rong is Chaochao's friend.

If Chaochao hadn't said something, how could Zhou Rong have dared to openly offend the Fu family?

And every time he pretended to be weak, it seemed like he was always adding fuel to the fire.

Thinking of his beloved younger sister, who was scheming and plotting against him...

He felt a heavy weight in his heart, and cold sweat involuntarily seeped from his forehead.

"Big brother..."

Fu Youchuan's voice trembled, "Stop talking."

"Why don't you say so?"

Fu Songchuan looked at him. "Because you've started to have doubts too, haven't you?"

"I told you to shut up!"

Fu Youchuan suddenly roared, his eyes turning bloodshot.

After he finished yelling, he was stunned.

Fu Songchuan looked at him quietly.

There was disappointment in his eyes, but even more so, exhaustion.

"Okay, I won't say anything. You can figure these things out yourself."

Fu Songchuan said in a deep voice, "You Chuan, let me remind you, Huahua is our real sister. You must always remember that."

You may not like her, but at least give her basic fairness.

"And regarding today's basketball game, don't feel like she's trying to humiliate you."

Fu Songchuan paused for a moment, "She just did what she was supposed to do in the way she was good at."

When the school was short-staffed, she stepped up. When the score fell behind, she rallied.

Whether the sports committee votes for her or not is their business, not her fault.

Fu Youchuan's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"You're angry because you feel that something that should have been yours was easily taken away by her."

Fu Songchuan hit the nail on the head, "But have you ever considered whether those things truly 'should' belong to you?"

The ward fell silent again.

As darkness fell outside the window, streetlights began to illuminate the scene.

Fu Youchuan looked at his reflection in the glass; his face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

She told me…

He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse, "From now on, when we eat at home, I'm not allowed to say another word."

Fu Songchuan raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

She said I was too noisy and it was affecting her appetite.

After Fu Youchuan finished speaking, he himself found it absurd, "We made a bet on this. I bet she couldn't win, and then..."

Fu Songchuan suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fu Youchuan was a little annoyed.