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

"Rongrong, was the question difficult?"

Yue Xue handed her daughter a glass of honey water and asked with a gentle smile.

Su Rong took the drink and sipped it, saying, "It's alright, I managed to make most of them. The last two were a bit difficult, but I should be fine."

"Our Rongrong is amazing!"

Su Hancheng's father, with his almond-shaped eyes narrowed into slits with a smile,

"If you get into winter camp this time, Dad will give you a big red envelope for Chinese New Year!"

"Thank you, Dad."

Su Rong smiled, pursing her lips.

A little boy, about seven or eight years old, rushed over and exclaimed, "Big sister is the best! I want a red envelope too!"

"Okay, okay, you have one too."

Su Hancheng patted his youngest son's head with a smile, his eyes full of doting affection.

Grandpa Su put down his newspaper and cleared his throat: "Competitions are a good thing, but we must not be arrogant. Our Su family children must be neither proud in victory nor discouraged in defeat."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Su Rong nodded obediently.

Grandma Su, who had been quietly brewing tea, suddenly spoke up: "Rongrong, did you see Professor Zhou's twins during the exam today? I heard they also participated in the competition?"

"I didn't see it, Grandma, but..."

Su Rong was stunned for a moment, then remembered the girl who looked about 70 or 80 percent like herself.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I saw a girl... who looks a lot like my aunt."

My aunt cut off all ties with the Su family after she got married.

But her father has photos, and her father and aunt look very alike, so she is quite certain.

That girl is Aunt Su's daughter.

The living room fell silent instantly.

Su Hancheng and his wife exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat subtle.

Grandpa Su took off his reading glasses, his brows furrowing slightly: "Like Yu Rou?"

"Um."

Su Rong nodded. "Especially her eyebrows and chin. Her name is Fu Hua."

"Fu Hua?"

Su Hancheng looked at Old Master Su with a puzzled expression: "It's true that the surname is Fu, but why do I remember that Yu Rou's daughter's name is Fu Chaochao?"

Upon hearing this name, Old Master Su's face darkened.

Grandma Su paused in her tea-making process.

The air felt somewhat stagnant.

I heard that Su Yurou almost lost her life in the countryside when she gave birth to her daughter.

The elderly couple felt uncomfortable upon hearing the child's name.

Su Hancheng's wife, Yue Xue, quickly tried to smooth things over: "They're probably a distant relative's child. There are plenty of people in the world who look alike."

"Too……"

Su Hancheng awkwardly agreed, not daring to say anything more.

Su Rong, observing the situation, knew that this topic should not be continued, so she turned to teasing her younger brother.

Grandpa Su put his reading glasses back on to read the newspaper, his fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on the edge of the paper.

Grandma Su continued brewing tea, pouring the tea into the cup.

The rising steam blurred her expression.

The living room regained its superficial warmth.

Su Hancheng and his wife discussed the details of transferring schools with their daughter.

The little boy was rolling around on the sofa playing with his toys.

Su Rong answered her parents' questions,

While thinking to herself: Is Fu Hua really my aunt's daughter?

Judging from my grandparents' reactions, they seem to be very reluctant to talk about my aunt's family.

She recalled Fu Hua's calm and confident demeanor in the examination hall.

I wonder if she will also attend Minghua High School?

It would be quite interesting if we could be classmates.

"Rongrong?"

Yue Xue nudged her. "What are you thinking about? Your dad has already spoken to the principal. What are you planning to do at Minghua?"

"Monday, I guess."

"Isn't this too hasty?"

Su Mingcheng adjusted his glasses: "We just got back, no need to rush. Rest for a few more days, your studies won't fall behind."

"I'm not tired, Dad."

Su Rong smiled gently: "I want to go as soon as possible and meet new friends."

"Just listen to the girl. She's grown up and knows what she's doing."

Su's mother gently stroked her granddaughter's hair and said softly, "Tomorrow is the weekend, so sleep in."

"I understand, Grandma."

Su Rong smiled and got up to go back to her room.

After Su Rong went upstairs, the brief silence in the living room was broken by Su Hancheng.

He took a sip of tea and glanced cautiously at his father: "Dad, now that we're back in Beijing, the whole family will be settling down here. Yu Rou... how about we ask her to come home for dinner on Sunday?"

Grandpa Su paused in flipping through the newspaper.

Without looking up, he said, "Why are you calling her? She caused such a huge fight with her family over a man back then, so we'll just pretend we don't have a daughter."

Grandma Su glanced at the old man's knuckles as he gripped the newspaper, and sighed.

The old man is still so stubborn.

"dad,"

Su Hancheng drawled out, his tone helpless: "So many years have passed, can't we just let this go?"

Besides, Yu Rou sends packages every holiday and has called many times... but you never answer.

He looked at his wife, Yue Xue, who understood.

He replied gently, "Dad, Mom, I know you're still angry, but Yu Rou hasn't had it easy these past few years either."

After suffering in the countryside, I finally returned to the city, but I'm busy with work and have three children to take care of.

We're family after all; we can't go our whole lives without seeing each other.

Grandma Su's eyes flickered. She put down the teapot and sighed, "That child... is stubborn too. He refuses to come to your father's house and apologize. Otherwise... sigh."

"It's stubbornness."

Yue Xue continued, "But she's also your and Dad's biological daughter. And what Rongrong just mentioned about Fu Hua..."

She paused, observing her in-laws' expressions.

"If she really has a bright future, we can't just watch her be held back by the Fu family."

These words touched on what Grandpa Su cared about most.

Su Mingcheng looked up and immediately added, "The Fu family's traditions... favor sons over daughters, they're feudal and old-fashioned. I heard from a friend that the eldest branch of the Fu family, even after having four daughters, is still being forced to have a son."

So,

Taking the opportunity, Yue Xue said, "If it really is our Su family's bloodline, we can't just leave it unattended."

That child is capable of participating in math competitions; he has the potential for scientific research. It would be such a pity if the Fu family held him back.

Grandma Su looked at her husband, and a hint of resignation appeared in her eyes.

Grandpa Su remained silent for a long time, so long that the clock on the wall had passed the hour.

He took off his reading glasses and rubbed his temples. "Let's talk about it later. We just got back, and things aren't settled in yet. There's no rush."

Although he didn't retract his statement, his tone had softened considerably.

Su Hancheng and Yue Xue exchanged a glance, knowing they couldn't push them any further.

He then changed the subject: "By the way, about Rongrong transferring to Minghua High School..."

The conversation in the living room gradually subsided, turning into a trivial discussion about studies and transferring schools.

But some seeds have already been quietly sown.

On the second floor of the Fu family home, Fu Hua finished washing up and sat at her desk.

The open book remained untouched for a long time.

My mind is filled with the image of them kissing in the car.

The sweetness of osmanthus sugar melts between your lips and teeth.

The man's scent and heavy breathing seemed so close to my ear...

Fu Hua raised her hand and touched her lips, where the sensation seemed to linger.

This was her first kiss.

It has an osmanthus flavor.

The room was heated too much, and a feeling of heat spread from the bottom of my heart.

Fu Hua stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The cold winter wind immediately rushed in, dispelling the stuffiness of the room and also ruffling her hair.

My heart is still racing.

She wasn't unaware of the special treatment Xie Ci gave her.

The helping hand at the train station, the wontons on the ginkgo tree, the companionship at the horse farm

And their appearances were always perfectly timed.

But she kept avoiding it.