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

Su Yurou had just been discharged from the hospital and her face was still a little pale.

She looked at the dishes on the table, her gaze unconsciously drifting to the empty seat.

Every year at this time, Fu Chaochao sits there.

She said sweetly, "Mom's cooking is the best."

She always has an endless supply of witty remarks, and she always manages to make everyone laugh.

How could everything have changed so much in just six months?

"Huahua... still won't come back?"

Su Yurou lowered her eyes and asked softly.

Fu Songchuan nodded: "She said she had an appointment to discuss something and wouldn't be coming back. She asked me to give my regards to my parents."

What did you talk about on New Year's Eve?

Su Yurou's voice sharpened, "She just doesn't want to come back; she thinks our family isn't good enough for her!"

"She's turned this family upside down and just walked away? She's not even an adult yet, and her household registration is still here. What is she trying to do? Is she planning a rebellion?"

"mom!"

Fu Songchuan frowned, quite taken aback by Su Yurou's change.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Su Yurou's eyes reddened, and her voice was tinged with sadness: "Since she came back, what has this family become? It used to be so lively during the New Year. Chaochao would help me make dumplings, watch the Spring Festival Gala with me, and..."

"mom."

Fu Youchuan interrupted her, his voice low, "Don't mention her."

"Why can't I mention it?"

Su Yurou's tears fell. "Chaochao has been by my side for over ten years, and I've called her my daughter for sixteen years. Even if she did something wrong, don't I have any affection for her at all?"

Fu Xiao stubbed out his cigarette fiercely: "Su Yurou, how long are you going to stay so muddle-headed? Fu Chaochao hired someone to commit assault, and you helped her forge a letter of forgiveness. You're a military dependent; is this something you should be doing? Do you want to go to jail too?"

"And another thing, she seduced her own brother! Is that something a human being would do? Let me tell you, she's evil to the core! Like father, like daughter!"

These words were like a knife, piercing straight into Su Yurou's heart.

"Fu Xiao! What do you mean?!"

You know exactly what I mean!

Fu Xiao stood up, his voice so loud it shook the chandelier, "Do you still remember that country man from back then?"

So you dote on his daughter that much? If you can't forget him, go find him, don't disgust me here!

He's always remembered this.

At the time, I felt sorry for Fu Chaochao and didn't think about this matter carefully.

Looking back now, he was such an idiot.

Raising the child of your enemy!

How could they be so indifferent to their own biological daughters?

The man who liked Su Yurou deserves much credit.

"dad!"

Fu Songchuan and Fu Youchuan spoke at the same time.

Su Yurou's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She pointed at Fu Xiao, her fingers trembling, her lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.

Suddenly, Su Yurou pushed the chair away and rushed back to the bedroom.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

The restaurant was deathly silent.

Fu Songchuan looked at his father's ashen face, hesitant to speak.

Fu Youchuan lowered his head, the chopsticks in his hand almost breaking.

After a long while, Fu Xiao sat down again, his voice weary: "Let's eat."

A New Year's Eve dinner began amidst arguments and ended in silence.

The food on the table was barely touched and gradually grew cold.

While clearing the dishes, Fu Xiao suddenly said, "Songchuan, cook some dumplings later and take them to your sister. She's all alone... don't let her go hungry. Ask her if she can go home to visit her."

Fu Songchuan was taken aback: "Dad, I went there yesterday..."

"Then let's go again."

Fu Xiao's voice was very soft, "Tell her that there will always be a place for her in this family. Whether she comes back or not is up to her; you can ask her."

"Okay, I understand."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Fu Hua stood in front of the apartment window.

Firecrackers went off one after another outside, and fireworks bloomed in the night sky.

The sound of the Spring Festival Gala was coming from the TV downstairs, but it was muffled and indistinct.

She held a cup of hot tea in her hands, quietly watching her reflection in the windowpane.

Starting tomorrow, she will be eighteen years old.

You're an adult now!

At eighteen, I've already experienced too much.

Those clear, black-and-white eyes couldn't capture a trace of youthful vibrancy.

She doesn't like the things that young people of this era like.

I'm already tired of those drinks.

Tea is the most flavorful thing.

Sometimes she wonders what would have happened if she hadn't gone back to the Fu family.

They probably won't be left in the countryside for long!

Fu Hua took out the bracelet from her spatial storage and gently stroked it with her fingers.

This mysterious space gave her confidence, but also brought her loneliness.

Some secrets are destined to be borne by only one person.

Doorbell rang.

Fu Hua was a little puzzled. Who would come at this time?

The door opened, and Fu Songchuan stood outside, carrying a thermos in his hand.

"Big brother?"

Fu Hua frowned slightly.

"Huahua, I'm here again. Dad asked me to bring you dumplings."

Fine snowflakes settled on Fu Songchuan's shoulders, and droplets of melted snowflakes clung to his eyelashes.

He chuckled awkwardly, "It's still hot. Don't worry, I'm not here to rush you home."

Fu Hua took the insulated bucket; it was heavy.

"Brother, would you like to come in and have a seat?"

"No, I still have to go to the old house to pay New Year's visits."

Fu Songchuan paused for a moment, then said, "Huahua, Dad and Mom just had a fight."

Fu Hua didn't say anything.

"Dad said... there will always be a place for you in our family."

Fu Songchuan looked at her. "I know you don't need it now, but... but that's your home. Remember, you can come back anytime you want."

Fu Hua lowered her head and looked at the water droplets condensing on the thermos.

"Big brother, I understand."

She looked up, her smile faint, and said, "Happy New Year to you all."

Fu Songchuan nodded, turned to leave, then stopped: "By the way, has Xie Ci come to see you recently?"

Fu Hua shook her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Songchuan recalled the rumors he had heard in the army.

He said he was getting engaged.

Not sure whether it is true.

He decided not to tell Huahua; perhaps there was nothing between them to begin with.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window grew louder and louder; it was almost midnight.

After finishing the last dumpling, Fu Hua walked to the window.

The night sky was illuminated by fireworks as if it were daytime.

The windows of every household were lit with a warm yellow light.

The phone rang; it was Xie Ci calling.

He was on duty at the military base and couldn't come home for the Chinese New Year.

Happy New Year, my dear Fu. I'll definitely be with you next year.

Fu Hua smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

As the clock struck midnight, firecrackers went off throughout the city.

Fu Hua raised her teacup, gazing at the myriad lights outside the window.

She whispered, "Happy New Year, Fu Hua."

After seeing Fu Songchuan off, Fu Hua finished washing up, and it was already past midnight.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window gradually subsided, with only occasional bursts of fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Like the final sigh of this noisy night.

Fu Hua lay in bed, wide awake.

It's my first time celebrating the Lunar New Year in another world; it feels quite magical.

She picked up the bracelet beside her, closed her eyes, and let her consciousness sink into the space.

This ten-cubic-meter gray fog space is her most private territory.

Even in the closest relationships, they are unaware of the existence of the information.

On the left side of the space, the remaining gold after the sale was neatly stacked.

She also has thirty gold bars, which will give her the confidence to plan her business ventures later.

To the right is the sacred spring, its water crystal clear.

She used it to water the jasmine, and the flowers bloomed with an exceptionally sweet fragrance.

The whole room was filled with the fragrance of jasmine.

After a while, she plans to plant another pot of osmanthus.

but……

The space is different tonight.