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

"It's Friday today, I went to the library."

Just as Fu Hua was about to speak, Aunt Liu, wearing an apron, hurried out of the kitchen: "Oh my, you're finally back! Is it snowing outside? Look at you all dressed up."

She naturally reached out and brushed the snow off Fu Hua's coat.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? There's still some osmanthus porridge warming in the kitchen."

"Thank you, Aunt Liu."

Fu Hua took off her coat, revealing a light gray sweater underneath.

Fu Chaochao turned her head from the sofa.

Her sweet smile held a subtle hint of barb: "Huahua, you're really hardworking. You even went to the library on a snowy day. We're all watching TV here. Compared to you, I feel ashamed."

These words sounded like a joke, but they caused the atmosphere in the living room to freeze subtly for a moment.

Fu Youchuan glanced at Fu Hua subconsciously.

She didn't show any expression on her face, she just quietly changed her slippers.

He then looked at Fu Chaochao.

This little sister, whom he had doted on since childhood, was smiling broadly, her eyes crinkling, but the meaning behind her words...

Fu Xiao frowned, put down his teacup, and said gently, "Huahua, it gets dark early in winter, so don't go to the library so late in the future. If you really have to go, have your older brother pick you up."

"Okay, Dad."

Fu Hua should be well-behaved.

Su Yurou then truly turned her head, her gaze sweeping across Fu Hua's face.

After confirming that she was indeed unharmed, they turned back.

Her voice was light and airy: "Alright, go upstairs and rest. We need to get up early tomorrow to go to your grandma's."

Fu Hua nodded, picked up her schoolbag, and walked towards the stairs.

A gentle voice came from behind: "Chaochao, the milk is warmed up. Remember to drink it later. It's really cold today. Before you go to bed, check that the windows are closed tightly. It's definitely going to get colder tonight."

"Okay, Mom."

Fu Chaochao's voice was as soft as cotton candy, "Mom is the best to me."

"You child, how old are you, still acting like a spoiled brat?"

Su Yurou smiled and ruffled Fu Chaochao's hair.

"Is the room heating up enough? Should we add an extra blanket?"

"No need, no need, it's warm enough."

Fu Hua continued walking up the stairs without stopping, step by step.

The wooden staircase creaked slightly.

They were drowned out by the laughter and chatter in the living room.

As she reached the corner, she heard Fu Youchuan's low voice: "Mom, you should ask Fu Hua too..."

What followed was drowned out by a sudden burst of laughter from the television.

Fu Hua didn't turn back and continued walking uphill.

Back in her room, Fu Hua closed the door and stood quietly in the dark for a while.

The snow outside the window fell even more heavily, pattering against the glass and quickly accumulating into a thin layer.

She walked to her desk and turned on the desk lamp.

The warm yellow of the CD player dispelled the chill of the winter night.

It also illuminated the research station's data spread out on the table.

There was also an original English book that was half-read.

Fu Hua slowly sat down, drank a cup of spiritual spring water, and her tense nerves gradually relaxed.

I wonder if the police will be able to get the truth out of those thugs tomorrow.

Just then, a soft knock sounded on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Fu Xiao stood in the doorway.

He was holding a thick wool blanket in his hands.

Dark gray, diamond pattern, looks brand new.

"dad?"

Fu Hua was somewhat surprised.

Fu Xiao walked in and placed the blanket at the foot of the bed: "Your mom... was worried you'd be cold, so she asked me to bring this up."

That was said rather bluntly.

Fu Hua looked at the blanket; the plastic wrap was still on, and the label was brand new.

It doesn't seem like something you'd normally keep at home.

"Thank you, Dad."

she says.

Fu Xiao stood in the room for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the pile of documents on the desk before settling on Fu Hua's face.

Under the light, the daughter's eyebrows and eyes did indeed resemble Yu Rou's.

But the calmness and independence in his eyes

It also looks just like the eyes of the Su family.

"today……"

He paused for a moment. "Really in the library?"

Fu Hua raised her eyes: "Yes."

"Did nothing happen?"

"no."

"That's good. Dad was just worried about you."

The father and daughter stared at each other for a few seconds.

Fu Xiao wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed: "Don't go out alone at night in the future. If you don't want to bother your older brother, call me and I'll come pick you up."

"it is good."

Fu Xiao stood there for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the right words.

In the end, he simply patted Fu Hua on the shoulder and said, "Go to sleep early."

"dad."

Fu Hua called out to him.

Fu Xiao turned around.

"Thank you, blanket."

"……Um."

The door closed gently.

Fu Hua walked to the bedside and unwrapped the blanket.

The wool is soft and thick, with the unique scent of new fabric.

She spread it on the bed, her fingers tracing the fine texture.

Did Su Yurou ask you to bring it up?

is it possible?

The next morning, Fu Hua got up and drew back the curtains.

The world outside was already covered in silver.

The snow fell heavily last night, leaving a thick layer on the ground.

The weight bent the bare ginkgo branches.

The sunlight shone on the snow, reflecting a blinding white light.

Aunt Liu was already busy in the kitchen, the aroma of fried dough sticks mixed with the warm fragrance of millet porridge filling the first floor.

Fu Hua went downstairs, and the living room was already bustling with activity.

Su Yurou was wearing a brand new dark purple wool coat and fixing her hair in front of the mirror in the entryway.

Fu Chaochao stood to the side, wearing a pink and white wool dress.

The collar was trimmed with white fur, which made her face look even more delicate.

"Mom, this brooch looks good on you."

Fu Chaochao picked out a pearl brooch from the jewelry box and carefully pinned it to Su Yurou's lapel.

Su Yurou looked at herself in the mirror from left to right and smiled, "Chaochao still has good taste."

Fu Youchuan came downstairs, saw Fu Hua, paused for a moment, and nodded.

Ever since that bet over the basketball game, he's barely spoken at the dinner table.

There were no sarcastic remarks made against Fu Hua.

He would only glance at her occasionally with a complicated look in his eyes.

Yes, you can say that.

Fu Xiao was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper when he heard the noise and looked up: "Everyone's downstairs? Come on, let's eat. We'll be leaving soon."

Breakfast was eaten quietly.

The fried dough sticks were crispy, the millet porridge was thick, and it was served with Aunt Liu's homemade pickled vegetables.

Fu Hua sipped her porridge, while Su Yurou arranged the itinerary while eating:

"We only have one car. In a little while, You Chuan, Chao Chao, and I will go over there first to help with the preparations."

She paused, then looked at Fu Hua and Fu Songchuan.

"Songchuan, are you and Huahua waiting for your dad at home?"

Just as Fu Songchuan was about to nod, Fu Hua put down her spoon: "Brother, come along too. I need to go to the research station this morning. Professor Yan called yesterday and said there's some data that needs to be checked."

After these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence at the dining table.

Fu Chaochao let out a soft "Ah," her tone surprised: "Huahua, today is Grandma's birthday... Can't we postpone the research station matter?"

Her tone was gentle, but her words were clear: "Grandma hates being late the most. Last year, my eldest cousin was half an hour late for her tutoring class, and Grandma nagged about it for a whole year."

Su Yurou frowned and looked at Fu Hua: "Huahua, today is indeed a special day... Do you really have to go?"