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

After the grandfather and grandson had walked away, Zhang Wen approached them.

She smiled slightly: "Huahua, are you alright? You said those people were scammers, it scared me to death. I ran all the way there, thankfully I didn't make any mistakes."

"How come you can play chess?"

"I learned it from an old man in the countryside."

Fu Hua briefly touched on the topic.

The two continued walking forward.

The winter sun was warm and gentle, and the ice on the lake shimmered with tiny sparkles.

Zhang Wen was still excitedly talking about the chess game they had just played, but Fu Hua was a little distracted.

She glanced back and felt like someone was watching her.

Thinking back to what happened when I was eating wontons with Xie Ci that day.

Fu Hua's heart trembled.

It seems that someone is indeed targeting her.

"Huahua, what are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing."

Fu Hua smiled slightly and took Zhang Wen's arm: "Let's go."

Friday evening came exceptionally early.

It was only a little past four in the afternoon, but the sky was already getting dark.

The leaden-gray clouds hung low, as if it were about to snow.

Fu Hua and Zhang Wen said goodbye at the school gate.

"Huahua, do you really not want me to come with you?"

Zhang Wen glanced at the sky with concern.

"It's almost dark, how about we return the book tomorrow?"

Fu Hua shook her head: "I have other things to do tomorrow. I promised to pay you back today, so I can't break my promise."

"Then... I'll go with you? I'll ask my mom to pick up Leilei later."

As Zhang Wen spoke, she reached for her phone book in her bag.

"Need not."

Fu Hua held her hand down. "Leilei gets out of harmonica class at 5:30. Isn't your mom working overtime today? You have to pick her up. I'm fine. The library isn't far, and it's not like I've never walked there before."

Before Zhang Wen could say anything more, Fu Hua had already turned around and said, "I'm leaving. See you Monday."

She carried her schoolbag and walked along the familiar street toward the library.

The winter wind was cold and harsh, making the branches of the plane trees lining the streets whistle.

Pedestrians hurried along the road, all wanting to get home before dark.

Fu Hua adjusted the scarf around her neck.

His gaze was fixed ahead, but his peripheral vision was constantly aware of his surroundings.

This week, she confirmed that someone was following her.

If the other party makes a move, this is an opportunity not to be missed.

This sticky gaze, like chewing gum stuck in your hair, makes you feel uncomfortable all over.

So even knowing there was danger, she was still determined to find these people.

When she reached the crossroads, Fu Hua stopped.

To the left is the main road leading to the library, and there are still quite a few people leaving get off work at this time.

But it's quite far, and you have to transfer.

There is a shortcut on the right, which passes through an old residential area slated for demolition.

The alley was narrow and deep, and several streetlights were broken.

She stood there, looking hesitant.

Thirty meters behind, several motorcycles had their engines off and were parked in the shadows of the trees.

Several people were sitting in the vehicle, all wearing worn-out helmets.

"Brother Yong, do you think she won't take the main road?"

"How would I know?"

Yong rolled his eyes: "Didn't you say she always takes the back roads?"

"Yes, I'm just afraid she'll change her mind. If that happens, it'll be harder for us to find another opportunity."

"Never mind, I have to teach this girl a lesson today, no matter what."

Fu Hua's eyelashes trembled.

Then, she walked straight into the alley on the right.

The alley seemed darker than usual.

On both sides are old bungalows, most of which have been vacated.

The windows were wide open, dark and gaping, like countless empty eyes.

The road surface was uneven, filled with wastewater, and covered with a thin layer of yellowish-brown ice.

Fu Hua walked slowly, her schoolbag held to her chest.

He stealthily slipped his fingers into his side pocket; inside was a small bottle of pepper spray.

It was Xie Ci who insisted on giving it to her the day before yesterday.

"Keep it with you, just in case."

He said this with a serious expression, brooking no refusal.

Looking back now, he was actually more restrained after that kiss.

I just happen to bump into her every morning and evening.

On Sunday, I even went to her house to inquire about her whereabouts.

Fu Hua shook her head, shaking off these distracting thoughts.

Halfway down the alley, I heard a jumble of footsteps behind me.

At least four or five people were stepping on the broken bricks and tiles, making a "crunching" sound.

Fu Hua didn't turn around, but slowed down her pace.

"Hey, you up ahead."

A rough, hoarse voice rang out.

Fu Hua stopped and slowly turned around.

Five people.

The leader, around thirty years old, had a scar on his face that ran from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, making him look terrifying.

He was wearing a dirty leather jacket and had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Behind him were four younger men, all dressed in inexpensive sportswear.

His eyes were cloudy, and he had the swagger typical of street thugs.

Professional thug!

The five people spread out and formed a semi-circle, blocking the way in front and behind.

Fu Hua stood quietly, holding her schoolbag.

These people have absolutely no counter-surveillance awareness.

Fu Hua can see everyone's face clearly.

A scarred face, a tall, thin man, a short, fat man, and two young men who looked to be under twenty.

His eyes held both fierceness and barely concealed tension.

Looks like a complete beginner.

"Little girl, are you all alone?"

Yong chuckled and exhaled a smoke ring, looking her up and down.

He was indeed a little surprised.

This girl is so calm.

Surrounded by five people in a dark alley, he didn't even lose his breathing or utter a single cry.

He just stood there, his eyes calm, as if he were sitting in a classroom looking at the blackboard.

And...this girl, when viewed up close,

She's fucking good-looking.

Not the kind of deliberately dressed-up sophistication that you see on the street.

Rather, it's a clean, cool, and pleasing aesthetic.

Her skin was as white as porcelain, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, her nose was straight, and her lips were slightly pursed.

Especially his eyes, clear and bright, with a hint of aloofness in their clarity.

"Brother Yong, this guy is even better looking than a movie star."

Several of his men were also stunned for a moment.

"Brother Yong,"

The tall, thin man leaned over to remind him, "Brother Yong, we need to hurry, in case someone passes by..."

Yong Ge waved his hand impatiently and took two steps forward.

He stopped three meters away from Fu Hua and said, "Little girl, someone's looking for us. They want to teach you a lesson."

Fu Hua didn't speak, she just looked at him.

"However..."

Yong grinned, revealing his teeth stained yellow from smoking. "After seeing your face, I changed my mind."

The men behind him exchanged glances and let out ambiguous snickers.

Unexpectedly, Brother Yong suddenly realized something.

"so,"

Yong threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

"If you cooperate and play along with us guys... I might consider letting you off the hook."

As he spoke, he leaned forward again.

He reached out and touched Fu Hua's face: "You're even more beautiful than a female celebrity..."

Fu Hua took half a step back, avoiding his hand.

The voice remained calm: "Who contacted you?"

Yong was taken aback.

"I asked,"

Fu Hua asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Who... contacted...you...?"

The alley was quiet for a few seconds.

Then a violent burst of laughter erupted.

"Hahaha! Brother Yong, she's asking you a question!"

"Little girl, are you scared stiff?"

Yong Ge laughed too, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "What, you still want revenge?"

"We must find out who our enemy is."

Fu Hua smiled at Yong Ge, "Is it Zhou Rong? Or Fu Chaochao?"

Upon hearing this, Yong Ge's smile froze.

The tall, thin man behind him changed his expression and subconsciously looked at Brother Yong.

Fu Hua immediately noticed this subtle movement.

It seems she guessed correctly.

Fu Chaochao grew up in a military family and could not possibly know these thugs.

Zhou Rong is a possibility.