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

Zhou Rong was stunned when he saw Fu Chaochao.

He then scoffed, "Oh, Miss Fu? What brings you to our slums?"

Fu Chaochao put on a pitiful expression: "Zhou Rong, can we talk properly for a bit?"

Zhou Rong snorted coldly, sized her up for a few seconds, and parked his bicycle in the bike shed.

The two walked deeper into the alley, and Zhou Rong leaned against the wall.

His tone was sarcastic: "What? You want to laugh at me? Thanks to you and your best friend, I'm stuck in a lousy school now, living a life worse than a pig or a dog. Are you satisfied now?"

"sorry……"

Fu Chaochao's eyes immediately reddened. "I really couldn't stop her... I had no choice. Huahua was too domineering; she insisted on getting you expelled from school..."

Zhou Rong's face turned even uglier.

Since transferring schools, her life has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

He was frequently beaten by his parents at home and bullied by his classmates at school.

Somehow, the people in her class found out about her spreading rumors at Minghua.

They also started to make advances towards Huang Yao, and some boys even whistled at her and made lewd gestures at the toilet door.

She lived like a rat in a sewer, never seeing the light of day.

"I know you hate her."

Fu Chaochao lowered her voice, "I hate it too."

Zhou Rong raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Aren't you two best friends? You both have the surname Fu, so you're family."

"She stole everything from me. She's not family; she's a devil."

Fu Chaochao's tears fell, "Dad, Mom, eldest brother, second brother..."

Whether at school or at home, I am constantly haunted by her shadow.

Zhou Rong, you're the only friend I have, my best friend. I really have no other choice.

"I know you have a cousin who's involved in organized crime."

As Fu Chaochao spoke, she pulled a bulging envelope from her schoolbag.

She stuffed it into Zhou Rong's hand: "There's five hundred yuan in here, and two new dresses. I bought them at a department store, the tags are still on. Please help me, okay?"

Zhou Rong's expression changed slightly as he squeezed the thickness of the envelope.

His eyes were resolute: "What do you want me to do? Scare her?"

"No, that's not enough!"

Fu Chaochao's voice lowered, becoming increasingly vicious.

"Whether it's human trafficking or something else, I want her to disappear from Beijing forever."

"You want me to kill someone?"

Zhou Ming's expression changed, and he threw the envelope back into Fu Chaochao's arms: "I can't help you with something like this."

"Zhou Rong, did I say you were to personally kill someone?"

Fu Chaochao was like a hunter, patient and persuasive.

This stirred up Zhou Rong's hatred, causing her to blame all her current suffering on Fu Hua alone.

"Okay, I'll go see my cousin tomorrow."

Zhou Rong thought to herself, she'll take the money first.

Let my cousin teach Fu Hua a lesson to vent his anger.

As for Fu Chaochao's claims about human trafficking and murder...

She would never dare to do that, even if you killed her.

It would be best if nothing was found out; if it was, she would have to turn around and bite back.

She wanted Fu Chaochao to experience what it felt like to be abandoned and betrayed by friends.

"Thank you, Zhou Rong. I knew you were my one and only best friend."

Fu Chaochao affectionately shook Zhou Rong's arm.

Zhou Rong stared at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Fu Chaochao, how come I never noticed before that you're so ruthless?"

Fu Chaochao's face turned pale.

"but,"

Zhou Rong stuffed the envelope into his pocket. "Just what I wanted. I've been wanting to teach that bitch a lesson for a long time."

She leaned close to Fu Chaochao's ear and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle this perfectly, and no one will trace it back to you."

Fu Chaochao breathed a sigh of relief and added, "It has to look like an accident... or like she got into trouble because of her own carelessness."

"clear."

Zhou Rong smiled coldly, "I will definitely do as you ask and make Fu Hua disappear from Beijing completely."

The two then discussed some details in hushed tones.

As dusk fell, the streetlights in the alley went out.

Only a dim, yellowish light shone from the distant street corner.

When Fu Chaochao left, her steps were much lighter.

Zhou Rong watched Fu Chaochao disappear into the alleyway, then pulled a rectangular voice recorder from his pocket.

This thing that others used to torture her, unexpectedly...

It turned out to be incredibly useful.

My parents are right, a snake is a snake, and it will always bite.

This time, she won't be foolish enough to wait to be abandoned by Fu Chaochao.

Zhou Rong pulled out a few banknotes and examined them in the dim light.

He turned and went into the bike shed, pushed his bicycle, and headed south of the city.

Friday morning, the air at Fu's Restaurant was quieter than usual.

"The food is here."

Aunt Liu served the last dish, stir-fried asparagus.

The table was laden with food: white porridge, boiled eggs, several light side dishes, and specially made tofu pudding.

Su Yurou frowned: "Why is it all bland food? Where are the fried dumplings and fried dough sticks that You Chuan and Chaochao like?"

"this……"

Aunt Liu looked at the head of the table; these dishes were all personally ordered by him yesterday.

Fu Xiao put down the newspaper and said calmly, "I asked Aunt Liu to prepare some lighter food. The two children have a competition today, and eating too much oily food will affect their performance."

He looked at Fu Youchuan, who was silently drinking his porridge, and said, "What do you think, Youchuan? Principal Gao even called me specifically to remind me about my diet."

Fu Youchuan paused, his hand holding the spoon still.

He nodded without saying a word.

Su Yurou looked at him strangely: "You Chuan, why haven't you said anything at the dinner table lately? Is your throat sore?"

Fu Youchuan remained silent, but scooped up another spoonful of porridge.

Fu Chaochao sat next to him and explained in a low voice, "Mom, my second brother and sister made a bet... the bet from the basketball game that day. My second brother lost, and he can't talk while eating at home anymore."

Su Yurou was taken aback, clearly unaware of this matter.

She looked at Fu Hua and frowned: "Hua Hua, You Chuan is still your second brother. Don't make these kinds of jokes in the future, it'll hurt our relationship."

Fu Hua picked up a piece of tofu and said calmly, "A bet's a bet."

"you--"

Before Su Yurou could say anything, Fu Xiao spoke up: "Yurou, a real man keeps his word. Since You Chuan made the bet, he should accept it."

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

Su Yurou put down her chopsticks and sighed softly, "I'm full, you guys take your time eating."

She got up and went upstairs, her back looking somewhat tired.

Fu Chaochao quickly stood up as well: "Mom, I'll stay with you..."

"Need not."

Su Yurou waved her hand, "You should eat your food properly."

After Su Yurou left, the dinner table became even quieter.

Fu Youchuan quickly finished the last few bites, and as he put down his chopsticks, he glanced at Fu Hua—his expression was very complex.

There was frustration and resentment.

There's also a vague feeling, like wanting to ease the tension but not knowing how.

Fu Songchuan came downstairs, his military uniform crisp and clear: "Huahua, Youchuan, have you finished eating? I'll take you to the exam hall."

"Big brother, didn't you have training today?"

Fu Hua asked.

"fine,"

Fu Songchuan glanced down at his watch: "There's still time to give it to you."

Fu Xiao gave them a few words of advice to drive carefully, and then the three siblings went out.

As we approached the gate of the compound, a military green jeep came to a steady stop.

Xie Ci got out of the car, saw them, and smiled: "Company Commander Fu, what are you doing here?"